Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 150
Two weeks later, Gabby was released. His condition has improved too. Luckily only his head was bleeding, the bones in his legs, hands, and limbs could still function as usual.
Lord, knowing that Gabby and Marvel live in a rented apartment, decides to take Gabby to his cartel. He really did not want his daughter to get involved further with the former drug mafia and the sale of illegal organs. If you're just friends, God doesn't matter. He also wants the best for his daughter.
As a result, Marvel lives alone in the apartment he rented. He couldn't turn down God's request when he invited Gabby home. Position is less high. He is only a future husband who has not officially become a husband, while Lord is Gabby's parents.
Lord felt dizzy with his stubborn daughter. Can't understand the meaning of the request. He could not continue to allow his daughter who was firm with his stance. He invites Davis and George to help him think of a way out.
And here are the three men. The Cosa Nostra basement. A round table with three circular chairs became where they talked.
“What are you taking us to gather?” ask George straight to the point.
“How do you feel about Gabby, my son?” God asked a question.
The two men of different generations looked at each other with serious gazes.
“Still the same,” replied George briefly.
Davis, who heard his best friend's answer, clucked. “What's same? You like to say like if you don't say no. Don't answer with ambiguous sentences!” Unfortunately, he even kicked the chair occupied by George.
“Ya is still the same, is my feeling with her any different? Didn't I ever tell you about it? Even I've told God if I'm ready to be his daughter-in-law, is that unclear?”
Davis and Lord's hands were already in their heads wanting to raise a fist for the stiff man before them. But alas, they just kicked the table together.
“You like it?” Lord and Davis asked simultaneously.
George nodded in response.
“Maybe.” George pressed his shoulders.
“Haish ...” Davis and Lord raised both their hands in the air with their teeth churning each other in annoyance at George's reply.
“If love say love, if not say no. What a hard thing it is to say that one word!” grunts Davis.
“Despite having to say that word? Have you ever heard me say that? What am I trying to do, say it. I'd rather prove it, more real,” elak George defended himself.
“Enough!” Lord broke up a dispute between Davis—his son-in-law and George—the daughter-in-law he wanted.
George and Davis kept quiet and did not continue their fight.
“The bottom line is, you like Gabby and you love her?” The Lord again confirmed the stiff man's heart problem.
George nodded. “Can be said like that.”
“Okay, the problem is, why did you shut up when Gabby wanted to marry Marvel? You don't seem to be distracted by the decision of the person you love,” asked Lord.
George looked at Davis and Lord in turn. The two people were solemn with their distinctive sharp gazes.
“Then I have to how? He has made a choice.”
Frustrated sighs came out from the mouths of Lord and Davis. Both of them ruffled their hair. Very upset by George's reply.