
Sapphira had finished wearing her shoes, she was preparing to walk away, but Dave did not let her go that easily. Dave endured his headaches, for the sake of keeping the woman here.
And succeeding, Safira was now in his arms. Her warm forehead rested on Safira's shoulder.
"Don't go. Please." said the man full of pleadings.
Sapphira stayed there, confused by herself. On one hand he enjoys a hug that always gives comfort to him. But on the other hand, his heart rebelled away from this man when he remembered all the ugliness of Dave.
"Take me off. I have to go home." Safira said slowly and without expression.
Dave shook his head, he really didn't want this woman to leave him.
"Come on Dave, don't kidnap!" safira said, and again Dave still shook his head.
Safira closed her eyes with a sigh of uneasiness, "I still have a daughter to watch over at home."
As soon as the sentence was spoken, Dave's embrace loosened. The man forgets that his daughter needs Safira more than she does now.
After feeling that Dave had no more contact, Safira turned around. "In the kitchen there is still the rest of the porridge that I cooked earlier, you just heat it. And also your medicine is on your room table" Safira said.
"Don't be spoiled, Daisy, if the pain isn't as fussy as you" the woman said.
"I go first." After that the woman goes from there.
And Dave was alone there lamenting his fate.
Safira walks out of Dave's apartment building. He really misses his little daughter, Daisy.
When he reached the lobby, someone bumped into him either intentionally or unintentionally.
When she saw him, she was surprised, "Mother Safira? You're here too, what are you doing?" scatter the girl.
Safira did not immediately reply, "I have business here." Of course he would not say that he was from Dave's apartment.
Diana nodded, then showed me a paper bag, "This is Mr. Dave's order, I was told to drive to his apartment" the girl said without Safira asking in the slightest.
Sapphira raised her eyebrows, little by little now she began to be able to assess the nature of her past lover's secretary. Now Sapphira knew how to fortify herself and was wary of the girl.
"Yes, continue. I'm hustling. I left first." he said without wanting to linger with Diana.
Diana watched Sapphira from behind, and clearly her gaze was fixed on the shoes that Safira was wearing.
His lips were attracted cynically, "Bas on the wolf in sheep's clothing." - his grunts.
The girl then left, not to Dave's apartment, but to throw away the paper bag she was holding earlier.
On the top floor of an elite building in the center of Berlin, Dave sits at his minimalist dining table. A bowl of warm porridge is now available in front of him. One bribe after another, the porridge entered his mouth.
Actually he really does not like porridge, especially when he is sick at this time, of course he does not taste to eat any food.
But since this porridge was made by the woman of his tribe, of course he would not waste it. Dave even ate it with the gourd, as if it were his favorite meal.
After finishing his porridge, Dave took the medicine according to his woman's advice.
Because his head was still slightly throbbing, he chose to sleep. But before that, he contacted someone.
"I miss my daughter."