Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 119

“No,” Gabby replied short and flat. He looked back to the front after answering.

“But your eyes are puffy and you also wear all-black clothes like the person who came to the funeral,” replied Diora who was still not satisfied with Gabby's answer.

Gabby wears her glasses back to cover her eyes. “I'm sleep deprived,” reasons. “And the clothes problem? I'm wearing it because after from here, I want to go somewhere. I'm lazy to have to change clothes,” he added.

“But, you look unhappy.”

George waited for an answer from Gabby, he could have helped answer. But he did not want to interfere. He just observes.

“My father loves your Mama,” replied Gabby trying her best to respond. “There is no reason for me to be unhappy. After all, it has nothing to do with the color of the clothes with the heart,” elaknya later.

George was a little disappointed actually with Gabby's answer, should the woman express her heart. Not just cover up. But he couldn't interfere with Gabby's decision.

“Event will start.” George accidentally stops Diora's crush on Gabby. That's all he can help.

But indeed the ceremony of the sacred vows will begin.

The atmosphere became quiet and solemn. Everyone listened carefully to the promise uttered by Lordeus and Natalie.

Everyone stood up to applause. Only the faces of Diora, Natalie, and Lord alone looked happy. Gabby, George, and Davis had flat faces.

Diora hugged Gabby with a happy heart. “Finally we're brothers, Gab. I'm very happy.”

Gabby did not reply, but a few moments later she replied. “Yes, me too,” cleanly.

Gabby tried to smile as Diora took off her embrace and looked at her. He pretended to be happy.

Lordeus and Natalie approached the four men.

Marvel did not come, because he was taking care to monitor his men who were operating. It wants to spend the stock in its warehouse, rather than it stopping and dumping its stock. It is better to spend it first, then stop. It is good to add to the money.

Congratulations and prayers were given by George, Diora. Davis invites them to a barbeque party tonight at his penthouse.

A good painter, can finish his painting in a short time. The rates are very expensive. But Gabby did not care about it, which she wanted only her paintings according to what she wanted.

Gabby went back inside carrying a large frame covered by brown paper. “This, open.” He gave it to God.

God tore the wrapping paper. Reverse the painting so he could see what the picture was.

“What do you mean?” The Lord raised his voice after seeing the painting.

“Simple, so you can keep remembering my Mama, the one who loves you in silence!” No matter where the courage comes from, Gabby can voice her heart to her Papa. “Isn't that a beautiful painting? There's my Mama, you, and Mama Diora. Both are your wives, you can't choose.” He emphasized her in his last sentence. It was as if he was insinuating his Papa so as not to favoritism with her as well.

God, I don't know why he doesn't like that painting. She doesn't even remember Mama Gabby who died. He wanted to throw it away because he did not want to remember the past, but Mama Diora had taken it.

“Beautiful painting, thank you for giving us a gift. Surely your Mama is very happy because her daughter cares so much about her that she made this painting, so we always remember her and do not forget her,” Natalie said sincerely. He hugged Gabby and patted her on the shoulder. “You're a good boy,” whispered.

Gabby pecked, she didn't return the hug. Until Natalie releases him.

Gabby looked at the circular hand on her wrist. “I'm sorry, there's important business I have to do,” said. He turned towards the door.

“Don't forget, later tonight to my penthouse,” cried Diora reminded.

Gabby gives ok hand gesture without turning around. He was crying in silence, for some reason he was so sick to see the expression of God who seemed to dislike the gift.

Davis, Diora, and George were on their way home. Davis and Diora will prepare for a barbeque party, while George wants to catch up with Gabby who is already confirmed to be sad.

Now there's Lord and Natalie.

“Did your daughter not like our marriage? Why is he wearing all-black clothes and sunglasses as well? Like coming to the funeral,” asked Natalie.

“No, he does like black. That is his character, strong,” replied Lord looking lovingly as if saying that no one disapproves of his marriage.