Gabby, My Fierce Girl
Part 49's
Srak!
The sound of the legs of the chair rubbing against the floor echoed in the room. George pulled the chair tight and buried his body there.
His hand reached for the wallet that was still lying on the table. He turned the wallet over. His fingers without excuse with the owner immediately opened the wallet.
The deg!
George's heart stopped beating as his entire eye was filled with something.
The first time he saw was a photo of a small child with a big smile, his front three teeth were gone due to eating too much sweet food, his cheeks were so stye that he made his face look round. Yeah, that's her little girl.
His hand turned to look at the identity card to convince himself who the owner of the wallet was.
“Gabby? So all this time the person I've been looking for has been near me?” muttered.
Now he knows why he always wanted to be close to Gabby. It turned out that his body knew who he was looking for, but not his brain.
“It is fitting that I did not recognize you, it turns out that you grew up to be a beautiful woman. But your personality is so different, you used to be a cheerful girl, now why are you a fierce and haughty girl?” he muttered again while stroking Gabby's photo.
Either be happy or sad when he finds the person he's been looking for. He realized that he had left so many wounds to Gabby.
He becomes increasingly convinced that Gabby is his little girl, as he finds a bracelet with the initials GGG in one of the purses. The bracelet he gave Gabby. He's sure of it.
His thoughts drifted about ‘man reneging on promise’ now he realized with Gabby's intentions. He wants to correct that misunderstanding.
George stood up and went into his room. She changed clothes without drying her wet hair.
With his footsteps, he rushed to the basement to Gabby's apartment.
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Meanwhile, the Casa De Jule Apartment. Gabby was drying her wet hair after a shower.
Gabby looked at her reflection in front of the mirror. No smile on his lips. Just a flash of hatred from the look in his eyes.
The woman gripped tightly on the hairdryer's handle. “George! I hated you all my life! Meeting you was a bad luck to me!” the curse on yourself.
He wanted to break the glass in front of him that seemed to mock how beautiful his life was. But he paused, because the glass was the relic of his mother.
Gabby went from her dresser to her closet. He chose clothes to wear to relax. The white t-shirts were enormous in size and the shorts that even the pants were invisible due to being immersed by the t-shirts.
His body deliberately he threw rough on the mattress. He closed his eyes for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking. A moment later, he opened his eyes and sat down.
“The bracelet! I have to throw it away or I'll give it back to the man with the mouth of the trash! Wristbands are useless, all the years I've worn them don't make that man recognize me! Indeed, a trashy man can not be trusted his words!” beaver Gabby.
He grabbed the bag in the corner of his bed. Searching for his wallet.
“Where is my wallet?” muttered. He turned the bag over until the whole thing in the bag came out.
“Sial! Must have been left in his car when I bought the food!” He ruffled his hair. He who no longer wants to meet and relate to George, will inevitably have to deal with the man.
Ting .. tong ...
The sound of his apartment bell rang several times.
“Argh ... who is visiting at night!” the upset. With a stomp of his feet showing his anger, he exited the room to see who was coming.