I Hate You Bastard's

Episode 33

Before morning came, Sapphira immediately shuffled from her bed. The woman had a little trouble getting rid of Dave's hand that hugged her innocent body.

His forehead was furrowed deeply, feeling uneasy all over his sticky body as a result of the sweat that resulted from his struggle with the man beside him.

Sapphira wanted to curse, cursed Dave who was arbitrarily at her. He hates this feeling. He hates this guy a lot, but he easily lets Dave touch him.

"Where are you going?" when Safira was about to leave the bed, apparently Dave woke up. The man held his hand.

Safira pulls her hand forcefully, without answering Dave's question, she goes waltzing into the bathroom.

Dave sat his body leaning against the head of the bed. The man still did not take his eyes off the bathroom door. There was the sound of water gurgling, making the man frown.

A few minutes later, Safira came out using only a towel to cover part of her body.

"Why take a shower this early? You can catch a cold." Dave interrupted Safira, who was busy picking her clothes from the closet.

Safira did not flinch, not caring at all. Dave clucked, for some reason he didn't like Safira ignoring him. The man got up from the bed, approached Sapphira in silence.

The man stood right behind Sapphira, making her more free to observe the woman. His gaze was fixed on the white shoulder that was plastered for real in front of him.

Dave swallowed his hard-earned saliva. Dave cursed himself, his passion ignited only because of the sight of the shoulder alone.

"Geez!" shaken Safira shouted as she turned around, finding Dave who was somehow behind her.

The woman nearly falls, but Dave catches her immediately.

"Be careful." she said.

Safira immediately let go of herself, "You're wrong! Why are you suddenly standing behind!" the woman snorted.

"Sorry." Dave was not angry when Safira nagged. Instead, he was glad that Sapphira showed his expression, let it be even anger.

Sapphira sighed, then moved away from before her. But Dave did not let him, the man grabbed Sapphira's clothes, then spread them out.

"Why still wear these narrow pants? Didn't I buy you maternity clothes?" protest Dave.

Safira was silent, in fact she did not know that she had picked up the wrong shirt. All because Dave's eyes are always watching his every move, making him nervous to not focus.

Dave throws the shirt in any place, then reopens the closet and picks up a pregnant dress along the calf.

"Wear this." give her a dress. "And from tomorrow, don't let me see you in small clothes again. Don't torture our son!" before entering the bathroom.

The day was starting to light, Safira spent her time just in the room while watching television. While Dave on the couch is working with his laptop while watching him.

Actually Safira did not enjoy the show, but there was nothing more interesting that could reduce his boredom.

"I'll take your breakfast" said Dave, distracting him.

Before the man came out of the room, Safira straightened her back.

"Wait." the woman harbored doubts.

"What's wrong?"

Safira was silent for quite a while, "Let me out of this room." she asked.

Dave frowned, "Please. I was so bored just being in the room. I want to go out and do activities in this house."

Sapphira showed a face as sad as possible, hoping that Dave would comply with her request.

But it seems that Dave is still hesitant, making Safira exert all her efforts.

"I won't run." raised his index and middle fingers, the sign of the covenant. "I promise. I'm just gonna walk around this house."

Without Sapphira thinking, Dave rubbed his head. The man smiled, "Alright, you can get out of the room. But don't try to set foot in the entrance gate." he said.