SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 101

"Actually your task is quite easy. You just need to help out with the President Director's work."

Easy he said. While I have to think hard and go back and forth reading paragraph by paragraph per page to be able to really understand it. Oh, come.... Just tracing a single line of his eyes was already heavy. Sleepy!

If it were a novel, Safa could read it for hours without saturation.

But thankfully, so far Mr. Anjas helped a lot and taught him gradually. Although Safa did not understand very much. But, well, a little bit he already knows the vision of the company's mission.

Actually, this is a little off the mark. Safa is not the intention of working here, Safa only asked Dava to look for something, and it would be easier if Safa occupied this position. But Safa just doesn't know where to start.

Haih, why Safa? This condition really makes it difficult. But... Dava is much harder. After his meeting with Lalisa suddenly the man sent him a letter with a mandate to replace him in the company.

At first Safa balked, but it seemed Dava had warned her fiance to doctrine Safa into agreeing. Huh, those two guys. Just wait for the retribution. Mr. Halim doesn't even know about this, the father only knows that Safa is starting to want to learn.

Looking at the changes lately, Mr. Halim believes. Because Safa itself rarely asks for money to spend. In this month Safa purely rely on its income as a selebgram. No one knew how difficult Safa was to suppress her extravagant nature desperately.

Mr. Halim's gentleness made it easy for him to get permission. Safa felt bad for using her father's authority and power. But how else, Safa has already agreed to Dava's proposal. After all this was only temporary, after that Safa did not care who would sit in her brother's seat.

"Till here you understand?"

"Ah? I-yes." Safa nodded and smiled awkwardly. In fact, he didn't listen to Mr. Anjas' explanation at all.

"Then you can rest. It's lunchtime now. Can I order something?"

"Eh, there's no need. I can go to the cafeteria or order by myself. Thank you for your help today, Mr. Anjas."

"It's nothing. It has been my duty and obligation to guide you because Mr. Dirut himself asked."

"If there's something necessary, you don't have to be awkward talking to me. I'm ready to help as much as possible."

"Ah, yes thank you." Safa could only nod with a wide, contrived smile. Is Mr Anjas usually this much? Safa feels faced with a government butler instead of an officer. Where did Mr Halim get a man like this?

Phew...

Safa sighed in relief after Pak Anjas came out. His head rested on the table and closed. "This is the name of school, not work" he murmured softly.

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"Where's your first day? Any issues?"

"All those files are a problem for me" Safa complained uninspiredly.

Mr. Halim laughed crisply, slowly shuffling Safa's hair. "Look, his name is also the beginning."

"But Dad, Safa doesn't have a bachelor's degree, Safa's experience is also zero. People must feel weird."

"You're not fully employed, just need to observe Mr. Anjas. You could say you studied here."

"In that case, it should be Mr. Anjas who is the Deputy Director."

"Eitherway. He seems to be comfortable with his position now. Many times offered to rise to office do not want to."

"Why could that be?" ask Safa wonder. Though Mr. Anjas is a very intellectual person.

"Where did Dad know. You better tell me about your activities this morning."

"Ck, don't you think I know everything? The one Safa learned was also the result of Dad's preference."

"Daddy, do you mean you're having trouble?"

"Safa said it was hard."

Mr. Halim rubbed the top of his son's head, his shady gaze making anyone feel at ease. "Nothing is easy when you first try. Talent can be lost by perseverance. That is, even smart people can lose to people who have the will."

"Dad won't force you. If you are tired and feel inadequate, stop. I'm more worried you're stressed."

Safa turned her head lethargic, "It turns out getting rich isn't easy, huh? Safa feels guilty for spending Dad's money."

"Dad offended if you feel that way. Never mind, it's my duty to meet all your needs. Stop complaining and watch your new job."

"Come to the canteen. You must eat to get your energy replenished."

"Not a message?"

"If you order, you must choose unhealthy foods. Mending to the cafeteria that's clearly been tested by nutritionists."

Hid.

Safa scowls. Here he cannot be free to act. Really sucks. Safa has to be out of the ordinary. Like talking to strangers and so on.

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The afternoon sun was shining brightly. Safa returns home with Mr. Halim and Mr. Iwan as the driver. He was tired in the back seat. Safa felt back to school leaving early in the morning.

The first day is this long. How ahead. Is Safa still able to survive?

Safa glanced at her father who was sitting next to the middle of playing the tablet. Dizzying graphics lined up on the screen. Is not tired all day working to drain the brain? If Safa was the father, she could no longer think. Even now his head must have been raised because of receiving lessons from Mr. Anjas.

Lazy reprimanded, Safa turned her eyes again out the window, staring at the dense back and forth of the vehicle at the time of returning home from work. His mind was completely blank, probably due to the drowsiness effect as well.

Just as she was about to dream of meeting Kim Min Kyu, a shock shocked her and made Safa jump.

Jlug.

"Dad, what's wrong?" tanyanya excited because the car suddenly stopped. Luckily Mr. Iwan still had time to marginalize his car and not disturb other riders.

"See, but it looks like there's a problem in the car's tires. Try, Mr. Iwan check."

Without being asked, Mr. Iwan had removed his seat belt and prepared to go out. The man went around observing one wheel of the vehicle.

"Gee... Correct, Sir. Car tires rear deflated. Leak this, there's a nail."

"How come?"

"Yes, I have to call the workshop."

"Old, dong?"

Mr. Halim pulled his lips trying patiently. "Old, Honey. The mechanic also has to jam around to get here."

"Yeah...." Safa's face clouded instantly. Though he had hoped to get home quickly and lay on his soft bed. His body aches, not to mention his legs that all day wearing high heels. Maybe this is how career women feel out there.

"Reserve a taxi, huh? Sorry you had to experience this. Daddy's son must be tired," said Mr. Halim rubbing and tidying Safa's hair with a regretful face.

"No papa, Dad. This is not the fault of Father or Mr. Iwan. Why should I apologize? Mr Iwan also why put up that kayak face? Ugly knows."

The faces of the two men were very unpleasant to see. It was as if they had made a fatal mistake to apologize.

"Around here there's no cafe or warteg." Mr. Halim circulated his gaze as they arrived outside.

"There is a minimarket. You fuck first, gih."

"Males the way."

"You want Mr. Iwan to buy it, Non?"

Sontak Safa shook her head, "No need, Mr. Iwan~ Safa again do not want to eat anything." Safa wants to go home and bobo in bed, he continued in his heart.

They waited for the mechanic who was contacted a few minutes ago. Safa sat on the hood of the car while side-by-side with her feet tapping the road. Without realizing the pose makes people who pass by can not not look twice. His fashionable appearance like an artist clearly attracted attention. Just look at it they know Safa is no ordinary person. Some even thought he was a stray Korean celebrity in Jakarta.

Well, why so long.

Safa rubbed her forehead with a tissue as the sultry feeling began to interfere. Safa has ordered a taxi, but the driver must also be at war with traffic. There is nothing efficient about getting home. Everything takes a long time.

In the midst of the turbidity of his heart, he heard a familiar voice chatting behind his back, where Pak Iwan and Mr. Halim stood on the side of the road.

Safa did not know who they were talking to because of the opposite position. Safa was in front of the car, while Mr. Iwan and Mr. Halim were in the back.

Soon, however, a step was heard approaching him. Safa refused to turn her head because she was comfortable in her position, looking at the tip of the shoe that periodically hit the asphalt.

"Safa," call Mr. Halim.

"Hmmm...." Safa replied with a long mutter. It seemed that the girl was feeling bored.

"You go home with Edzar, okay? Your taxi is also a long time ago. Just cancel it."

His leg movements stopped. Safa briefly tried to make sure her hearing was not wrong. As if regaining consciousness, Safa turned her head quickly.

His mouth was slightly open with a look of disbelief.

You know, you know, what is this?

Why is Edzar here?