Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 32

Finished business at the hospital, Gabby and George return to the villa. The two had no conversation during the trip. Only the wind of the road slapped them both.

Gabby got off the bike as soon as she arrived. He wanted to go to his room to immediately rest so as not to be with George which would certainly lead to a fight if with the man.

“This is your medicine.” George gave him a plastic bag containing the medicine he had just redeemed.

Gabby took. “Thank you.” Although arrogant, but he is not an arrogant person who does not want to say those two words.

Gabby immediately passed away leaving George still staring at her disappearance.

In the room, Gabby just fell asleep without being able to close her eyes. Usually if it is like this, he likes to create youtube content. But the MacBook was not brought.

Gabby chose to read the comments on her video post. Than he did nothing and it is not his habit to relax without doing anything.

Many comments praised his work, some even praised his voice which he said was so soft but sounded firm like the voice of a person who was very compassionate towards others. Gabby chuckled as her fierce voice was praised like that.

“If they knew my origin, surely they would be frightened.”

His finger continued to roll the phone screen, his eyes continued to read one comment at a time. Until his eyes and fingers stopped at a comment that he thought was the strangest and deviated everywhere.

“Crazy people! How can he say he admires and loves people who never show his face and do not even know the person. A psyco! Even want to make me his wife, he thinks he's who!” talk back about that person.

Gabby continued to read the comments until one of the comments made her heart suddenly beat fast.

‘I know who you really are, even I admired you for a very long time. Marry me or I open your true identity to your fans who will surely disturb the peace of your life that is not happy to be in the public spotlight.’

The same comment from the same account as the previous comment.

“No one can know about me! Mistahil!” Gabby continues to reject and not believe just like that mysterious person. But from that comment, he was a little distracted. How did the commenter know Gabby didn't like being in the public spotlight? Maybe because he never showed his face. Gabby can only speculate.

There were so many people there, even the seats looked full.

Gabby still kept swinging her legs as her eyes scoured every bench. Looking for an empty place to eat.

There is one table that can be used for two people, but only occupied by one person. Instead of Gabby had to wait there were visitors who stopped eating them who did not know when it was finished. He chose to sit in front of the man.

George, the man in front of Gabby right now. The man frowned when someone suddenly sat down before him without excuse.

“Do not misunderstand, I do not want to accompany your solitude, but there is no empty bench. Only this bench I can sit on,” Gabby explained.

George did not respond, he let Gabby there. The man looked back at the screen of his phone which was showing a video.

Gabby called the waiter to order food and drinks. He ordered foods containing coconut milk, excessive chili, fried foods, and drinks containing alcohol. Yes, Gabby is one of those women drinkers without a lot of people knowing.

“There's more to add?” asked the waiter before leaving the table number eighteen.

“Already, that's it.” Gabby closed the menu book and gave it to the waiter.

George who heard all the orders seemed silent and ordinary. He turns off his phone and leaves Gabby alone. But soon, he came back.

Gabby usually does not respond or comment or ask questions.

Not long after, the waiter came to bring food and drinks.

“Loh, this is not my order,” protest Gabby.

“But here is written table eighteen, miss.” The waiter showed me a paper with Gabby's table order list.