Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 50
Gabby was about to close the door on her apartment after seeing who was visiting at night. Not visiting, rather disturbing. He never had a visit from anyone, including his father.
“Wait!” prevent George.
Before the door was completely closed, George, Gabby's bully and vandals, put his hands on the door frame so that the door would not be locked automatically if it closed perfectly.
Brak!
“Shit!” george slammed the door with force until Gabby had her hand clasped. “Can't you be gentle a little? I already said wait.” He pushed the door open again.
There was no friendly greeting from Gabby. Just a look of hatred in his eyes. Both of his hands were folded on his chest.
“Salah you yourself put your hands there,” cynical Gabby. He does not want to be blamed because he does not feel guilty. “Better you go! I don't accept guests,” kick him out.
“Hey, is this how you treat someone who is hurt? Look, my hands are flushed and certainly will soon be bruised by you.” George showed his left hand.
“Cih! Usually blame others for yourself, it's true that you fit me to call the trash man!” Gabby pushes George's body away from the door. But the man's body deliberately sculpted until not shifted one bit.
George held Gabby's hand, this time gently. “There are important things I want to ask and talk to you about.” He took a step forward to enter before the owner let him.
“I don't want to talk to you, and please leave my residence! I told you not to mess with my life again if you don't want me to embarrass you more than when in Bali!” threaten Gabby's.
Why does he hate me? Did he forget about me? Did he forget the promise we made? No way, when in Bali he told me a man broke a promise, he remembered me. But those eyes were full of anger. George confuses himself with Gabby's attitude.
Plaque!
The sound of the meeting of the palms with the surface of the face echoed in the room. George just got a slap from Gabby.
“I told you not to look at me for more than three seconds!” Gabby threw both of George's hands against his shoulder. “Quickly tell me what business are you here for? And quickly you get out of here!” His chest was already up and down holding back his anger.
George breathed his breath. “OK, I just want to return your wallet left in my car.” He took a long boxed object from the pocket in his jacket.
Gabby immediately forcibly retrieved her wallet without saying thank you. “Your business is done, now, go!” He pointed at the door that was still open indicating a way out.
George closed his eyes for a moment, arranging his patience to face this haughty and fierce lady before him. Then he walked towards the door after opening his eyes. Not to get out, but he closed the door tightly until it sounded the sign was locked automatically.
“He! Junk man! I told you to get out, not close the door! Are you that stupid? Or are you deaf?” hina Gabby shoved George's shoulder.
George held the hand that pushed him, reluctant to let go. He's looking at Gabby's gray-eyed bead.
“I saw a photo of a child in your wallet, is that really you?” Questions that should not need to be asked again, but George was so confused by Gabby's response that he did not remember. Confused whether Gabby was really his little girl.