Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 80

Gabby finally stays at George's apartment. Because, the man didn't want to take Gabby home. Something needs to be sorted out between the two. Not to straighten out something that belonged to George who was down there, but to clear up the misunderstanding why George at that time forbade Gabby from falling in love with him. In addition, time has also shown early morning. It is time to rest the body.

“Log.” George opens the door to his apartment unit, allowing Gabby to step inside first.

Gabby rolled her eyeballs with George's treatment that turned one hundred and eighty degrees to her. He passed George by without saying a word, anything else to thank.

Gabby did not sit down, she still stood by observing the interior of George's apartment. It was like he had seen the design of the house.

“Why don't you sit?” george asks Gabby to stop his brain remembering George's apartment design.

“Because you haven't allowed me to sit down, it's impolite if the owner hasn't allowed his guests. What's more, I'm not you who always want to,” Gabby replied looking slightly at the man she nicknamed the mouth of the trash. A mockery was made for George.

George clucked, Gabby always remembered the bad things about him. Is there anything good for that woman to remember? As if he was bad at all times. But that's exactly what it is in Gabby's eyes right now.

“Sit.” George invites Gabby after she throws her body on the couch.

“Thank you, if you don't give me permission, maybe I'll stand up all day,” as I land his ass on that soft inanimate.

“You want to drink or eat something?” bargain George. “Or want to take a break? You can sleep in my room, and I'll sleep on the couch,”.

Gabby did not want to sleep in George's room, his brain is not innocent that anticipate that the action is not happening in his mind. If it was in the room, he would be hard out to escape. However, when outside the room, he could easily save himself.

“Good.” Rather than having to argue with Gabby, George would do better. “Happy break,”. He stood up and put his feet up.

However, not yet reached his destination, George turned around because he remembered that he had not given an explanation to Gabby. “I want to talk to you for a minute,”.

Gabby, who had almost half laid her body on the sofa, clucked. He was already in a position of forty-five degrees, having to go back to ninety degrees to listen to what George was going to talk about.

“What? If it doesn't matter, I'll break your egg, I fry it to a scab,” decak Gabby threatened.

Now the two sit facing each other in a position like the beginning. The two eyes clashed against each other, diving into the depths of the strange feeling that appeared suddenly.

“What? Say it! You're looking at me. I'm beautiful, but I told you I hate you!” gabby reminded George.

“Can't you remember a single one of my kindnesses? Why do you always remember my ugliness?” george protest.

“Keepage?” Gabby raised her eyebrows. “Which height do you mean? Try to mention what kindness should I remember?” she asked, feeling that George had only bad words in his eyes.