Ciiiiit....dugg.
"Damn! What the F-u--"
Gabriel stopped abruptly, unaware of what happened because the high-speed events made his concentration disappear instantly. He just picked up his dropped pods, and then... Bam.
Gabriel then got out of the car and looked at the bumper hit by the impact. It's not severe, just a little scratched, but the car hit made a dent. Inwardly he said yes. It seemed that the fault was on him. Because at this time, there is precisely a red light. Grumbling, Gabriel scooped up his rough face. Understand, because this matter will make his meeting delayed.
Gabriel took the mobile phone and dialed his secretary.
"Violet, call Mr. Adam for, "Gabriel paused for a moment as he got a pat on his shoulder, a sign of having to turn around.
"Sir... Sir... Hello... hello..."
"Wait, Violet. I will call you later."
Gabriel turned around and saw a tall woman in a white coat, purple blouse, and a knee-length black skirt.
"What's wrong with your eyes? What is suddenly myopic... huh?" Marcia Robertson shouted with anger. Annoyed that he had to meet a foolish person who would certainly invite her to fight first rather than apologize.
"Isn't you should answer that?" Gabriel's sudden refusal to deny his thought.
Marcia had guessed that she had met most men. Superior and intimidating.
"Don't you realize that all of this stems from your incompetence in driving? Just stop suddenly?" Gabriel, with high emotions, replied not to be outdone by the woman in front of him.
"Oh, so you accused me... like that? I didn't think about asking... Hah? You stupid donkey!" replied Marcia harshly, who wasn't in the mood to be as patient and calm as usual.
"It's so brave that you're stalking me. I think you should pull that remark of yours from the police."
"Oh... a spoiled child was asking for help. As I expected... not gutsy...."
Tiiitttt....tiiitttt...
"Hey, you guys get out of the way. You guys think this is your way of getting?" shouted another upset driver about Gabriel and Marcia Robertson's actions at the traffic light.
Tiiiiittttt.... tiiiiittttt....
"Hey... if you are quarreling in the room. Don't be here!" mock the other driver.
Properly feeling a sense of urgency, they finally pulled over their car and continued their quarrel.
"Put your brain on. It's a red light. Time stands still. I don't think you got that lesson in kindergarten class, huh?"
"You … who stopped suddenly even dared to stalk me!"
"Prove it... if I'm the wrong one. Do you have any evidence?"
"You too. Is there any evidence of me being wrong?"
"You're right... We have to prove this. Just so you know, I'm innocent," Gabriel said.
"Who's afraid? I'm on the right track. Master is pretentiously great!" Marcia replied, not to be outdone.
They continued to say and rebuttal, with no sense of relent or desire for peace. Until finally, I docked at the police station to find one justification.
"You're satisfied now?" Upset Gabriel when they were finally put in a prison cell because they never stopped arguing. Marciaoyed the Cops and ended up putting them in the same cell.
"I... satisfied? Isn't your idea to bring our troubles here?"
"Why are you so happy to refute me... huh?" Gabriel asked.
"Then you... why is it so nice to make trouble by saying a no-no?"
"What did I say? I feel that there is nothing wrong with what I said?"
"You bedbugs. You're just happy to make things complicated."
"Let alone you. There is nothing right with your argument."
Their bickering was still heard and made the policeman who had been in front of them feel uneasy.
"Can you guys be quiet, just a moment!" Hardik Police while scrambling the waist.
"I thought you guys would be quiet after I put them in the cell. It turned out to be instead."
"Miss Marcia Robertson. You're not Doctor. I think you're smart enough to give yourself and this Mr. one shot for you to faint and then shut up?" Marciaoyed the police officers.
Marcia and Gabriel finally shut up and then sat farther and farther away. Fell silent and pondered each other's attitudes.
"Damn! I didn't have an MoU because of this incident," Gabriel said and then wrote a message to Violet.
"It's not just you. I also failed to test my tools because you hit my car," Marcia retorted rudely.
"I told you I'd pay," Gabriel said.
"Human beings are arrogant. Your money is worth no more than the word sorry."
"Only dwarfs are concerned with forgiveness rather than money."
"Yes, that's right. Because you're that dwarf guy."
Gabriel's face flushed, and then he turned his gaze to the mobile phone and typed something. Soon, the sound of ringing the phone came.
"Ishac. I need you to pick me up."
"Where are you?"
"Westcrest Park Police Station."
"What are you doing again over there, huh?!"
"I hit a crazy and annoying woman's car."
"I think you're the annoying one here. Well. Wait for me!"
"Hurry up, Ishac. I have to get a guarantee from someone."
On the same side, Marcia Robertson also contacted someone to be able to guarantee her to get out of here.
"Lisa. May I ask for help so that you can guarantee me?"
"Guarantee? Why are you?"
"A stupid and old donkey hit my car."
"Gosh, you must be angry?"
"Of course I'm angry. Because instead of apologizing, he challenged me!"
"Yes, Lord. You've got to go along with anger management again, Marcia."
"Yes, it seems to be. I'm waiting for you, Lisa ."
"Where?"
"Westcrest Park. Thank you, Lisa ."
"Wait for me."
It wasn't long before Isaac Liu and Lisa came to the Westcrest police station. At the information, everything that happened in the police station was in the grasp. The fat woman's temperament was no worse than an older woman with a fierce dog in her right hand. Multiple and terrible. Perhaps his facial patience has been strained due to the actions of the criminals he encounters every day.
"Excuse me, Miss, I want to see Gabriel Emmerson." Isaac immediately asked in a hurry while repeatedly looking at the watch in his left hand
"Excuse me. I want to see Marcia Robertson." interrupting Lisa was so hurry that it caused Ishac to almost fall.
"Hey... there are people here if you look!" Isaac snapped.
"Sorry, sir, I'm in a hurry," Lisa replied quickly.
"Hey... no need to quarrel! The person you two want to meet is still inside. See Inspector Thomas," the fat Lady of the information section shouted.
Hearing the words of the policy option, Ishac and Lisa immediately walked in and looked for Opsir Thomas. Isaac asked with a few policemen passing by and then pointed to Opsir Thomas, sitting at his desk. Wrote a few notes.
"Good evening, sir. I'm Ishac. I want to see Mr. Gabriel Emmerson,'' Ishac said politely.
"Then, you Miss? Do you want to meet Marcia Robertson?" asked Sir Thomas.
"Yes, sir. That's right."
"Oh, so these two of you are friends of the two stubborn people?"
"Uh... hmm... y-yes so, sir. Forgive my friends for disrespectful actions," Ishac retorted, bowing his body typical of China people. It is understandable because Ishac Liu is an American of Chinese descent.