I Hate You Bastard's

Episode 43

The beautiful brown bead belonging to the beautiful woman, slowly opened, welcoming the light of the lamp in her retina. His eyeballs turned, down the silent, cold room.

The woman moaned, feeling her head throbbing in pain. The subtle sigh, apparently able to wake up the figure of the man who fell asleep on the right side of Sapphira. The man immediately straightened his body, which was initially leaning against the gurney.

"Dave... our baby.." after Sapphira realized the cause of why he was here, the woman was hysterical. Her tiny hands hugged her stomach which was still protruding and hard.

"Sstt. don't cry. Our baby's okay." Dave grasped the woman's hands, kissed her and rubbed her very gently, so that Sapphira was calm.

Hearing that, Safira was not hysterical anymore, although tears still flowed profusely.

"He's still here? Our baby's okay, right?" his son is still not sure.

Dave nodded, rubbing the woman's head gently, "He's still here. He's fine."

Sapphira was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, yet within her was still overwhelmed by feelings of guilt. Because he was the culprit of this incident. If only he complied and did not persevere with his wishes, perhaps none of this would have happened.

"I'm sorry... I was wrong. I'm a fool, I should have followed you." the woman started to blame herself.

"No, you're not wrong. I was wrong. I shouldn't have scolded you just because of that rabbit."

Safira fell silent, the guilt growing in her heart. It's obvious he's wrong here, but Dave blames himself instead.

"Dave.." he said. The woman was about to cry, but before that happened, Dave immediately kissed her sultry lips. Just stick to it, but it happens long enough.

"Here, don't talk about it again. But promise me, don't run like that. Remember, here's our son-in-law." Dave felt that distended stomach.

"Don't be sad, your delivery process depends on your efforts to recover in two months. Anyway I don't care if you give birth normally or caesarean. All I care about is that you and our baby are safe" he explained, wiping the woman's long mane.

"Maybe today we are still lucky, God did not take our baby. But tomorrow, no one knows. So, promise me, for our son."

Safira nodded quickly, "Emm. I-i promise. I'll take good care of our baby."

Dave smiled, which helped provoke Safira's sweet smile.

"Thank you Dave. If only you hadn't existed, I might have lost this child."

"You..."

Safira grimaced, because Dave touched his forehead. "Whatchu mean? This child is also mine, for what you thank me for. It's my responsibility to protect both of you" Dave said in an annoyed tone.

"But..."

"But wait..." Dave cut his words. "Aren't you supposed to be happy, if anything happens to this kid?" ask the man.

The woman's forehead creased deeply, "What do you mean Dave?"

"I still remember when you wanted so badly to abort this baby to be free of me. But why now, are you acting like you're so fond of her and afraid of losing this child?"