Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 90
“Where else are you looking? All the floors and hallways I've searched them all, every part of this hospital nothing is missed. But I didn't find your key,” George said with a breath of breath. He had just finished circling the five-story building.
Unable to find the key to the motorcycle, Gabby decides to return to George's apartment. He wanted to try to search once more in the basement. Maybe it fell and was covered by something.
“I'll take you and help you find, but I can't take long. I have to handle Davis's job as long as he's sick. If you still do not meet, I will buy the same new motor.” George spoke as he walked down the hospital corridor to his car park.
“Do work if you are busy, I can find it myself. No need to overdo it to buy me a new one,” refused Gabby.
“Keep, if you don't meet? What's your bike for? You're not wearing?” george asked with his face looking to the left, looking at Gabby who kept looking forward.
Is that what he hates about me? He refused to look at me unless he was angry with me. Do I have to make him angry first so he'll look at me? mumbled George in the heart.
“I will call an expert who can duplicate the key,” Gabby replied fixed with a straight forward view.
George clucking. “If the edges will call a key duplicating expert, why are you wasting your time with useless things?” he said with a big tone.
Gabby didn't answer right away, until they got to the car. He circled the four-wheeled vehicle and stopped beside the door.
Gabby finally replied to George with a shout. “As with you, why do you try to approach me if you already know I hate you. Isn't your time also just wasted?”
Successfully, the woman now spoke with a gaze toward George.
George didn't miss a chance, he locked his eyes. “Because I believe I can melt you until I can keep my promise,” he explained.
Gabby let out a rough sigh, until her shoulders moved slightly. Promise again, promise again! Gabby is tired of the word promise that is repeated.
Car door open. “So does my key.” He chose to enter first and slammed the door so loud that it sounded.
George came in too. He glanced at Gabby who had crossed her arms around her chest and closed her eyes. No more conversations between the two. During the trip, they were both silent.
Gabby, he deliberately did not open his voice to anticipate if their conversation would only lead to an increase in wounds in his heart.
Until that gray Tesla stopped perfectly in the basement of their destination.
Gabby's coming out. He went ahead of George to get on his bike.
George immediately followed Gabby with his broad steps.
Gabby stopped when she saw a man dressed in black standing beside her motorcycle.
“Why?” asked George who followed.
Gabby kept looking at the black-clothed man. “Who is he?” tanyanya, pointing at the object referred to by his index finger.
George pressed his shoulders. “How do I know. You're in a hurry, aren't you?” clawed.
Gabby blinks her lips. “What does the rush have to do with my questions about the man?”
“Of course there are. If you don't hurry, I'll ask him first. But, if you hurry up, I can only answer you with no idea,” nobly George.
Krik .. krik .. krik ...
Gabby was silent and did not respond. Just a strange look he gave George.
“I'm trying to make you laugh by being funny. Appreciate a little,” pity George who felt failed to make Gabby laugh with his crisp joke.
“Hahahaha.” Gabby laughed stiffly from being forced to. “You're funny once.” His tone sounded stiff. He again put on his flat face after giving an insincere applause three times.
The crisp, weightless, and unfunny joke did not continue when a voice pointed at them.
“What hospital do you mean move to apartment?” The baritone was so jarring from behind Gabby and George's back that it made the two compactly turn their heads to look at the owner.