SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 112

"Sir Anjas? How about, back again?" tanya Safa tried her usual. In his heart he was broken.

The man was silent for a moment, making Safa gulp her saliva nervously. Damn, how can people get out there? While Safa entered the room without permission alone was like this stuttering.

"I want to tell you, the person who picked you up has come."

"What?"

Wh who? The guy who picked her up? Though Safa only reasoned when he said he would be picked up. The plan is to take a taxi.

"Oh... Haha. I think Mr. Anjas has gone home. I was shocked earlier. Where the atmosphere is so quiet. Scratchy, hiiiy...." Safa rubbed her own arm. Hopefully Mr. Anjas is not aware of his nervousness.

"It looks like you're going home. Better get down."

"Ah, yes! Hehe."

They both entered the elevator together. The atmosphere felt awkward as the two chose silence. Safa was still fretting in case Mr. Anjas knew what he had done. May God not let it be discovered.

Duh, why so long.

"Where are you from?"

"Yes?" shock Safa.

"I was looking into the room, but you weren't there."

Whose room? Safa started to fret.

"That?" Safa thought for a moment. "Oh! I ran out of the toilet first."

Better he just lie.

Mr. Anjas back in silence did not ask again. He was calm and didn't talk much. Exactly Edzar, and now another man appeared, Galuh. Why is his life surrounded by quiet people?

Arriving in the lobby, Safa was almost made stricken by the presence of someone. Is this what Mr Anjas meant to pick him up?

The man stood up as soon as he saw Safa and Pak Anjas approaching. "Have finished? Let's go home."

The subtle low intonation that recently often approached his ears, still did not make Safa accustomed.

Long live, Safa had just talked about it in her heart.

Although he was actually upset by Edzar's presence, but this time it seemed Safa could not refuse. There was Mr. Anjas, already that Safa already said would be picked up earlier. It was strange that Safa was acting impulsive now.

"Ah, yes." Safa nodded at Edzar. Then look at Mr. Anjas who is standing behind him. "Sir, we go first. Sorry Mr. Anjas until it has to go up again. Father could just call me earlier," he said acting unkind. While his mind berated why the man had to return.

Mr. Anjas commented with a sober smile, "It's okay, Miss. My phone ran out of battery, so I followed Miss earlier."

"Is that? Yes, I'm home, yes, sir. Mr. Anjas also has to go home. Didn't he just call his wife?"

"certain, Miss. My car is still in the basement. You be careful on the road."

"Sir Anjas is also careful. Then we'll excuse you. Come, sir, greetings to Mom and Her Grandpa."

After saying that Safa rushed to drag Edzar from there. He could see Edzar's car parked in the yard.

Safa hurriedly removed her embrace on the man's arm once they reached beside the black Fortuner that Safa too often saw.

Safa swerved because Edzar never pressed the remote. How would Safa get in if the door was still locked?

"Ngapain dumbfounded? Open it!" the excitement surprised Edzar.

"Oh, yes." Immediately Edzar pressed the remote while opening Safa's door. Safa did not ask for it. It's so smart to put a seat belt on. But soon Safa tepis. Basic mode.

"I can do it myself" he said.

Edzar could do no more. After feeling comfortable with Safa sitting, then she switched to the steering chair. Drive the vehicle until it leaves the parking lot.

As usual, their journey was quiet. Edzar wants to tune music but is afraid Safa is distracted. Edzar himself did not really like to play songs.

Really a stiff atmosphere. Edzar needs someone to thaw it. But he wants them both in this car.

Before long the sound of the Adhan greeted the hearing. Edzar glanced briefly at Safa who was curled up against the window. Edzar's forehead was slightly wrinkled, was it possible that Safa fell asleep?

The car turned into a fairly large mosque courtyard. Edzar opened the seat belt and glanced again at Safa who was still at home in her position. Carefully, Edzar touched and patted Safa's shoulder gently.

"Hey."

"Engh.." -...."

Wait, it looks like something's wrong. Safa is not sleeping. Edzar was sure the girl was moaning. He could not see Safa's face because of her backside position.

Once again Edzar called Safa and still remained the same no answer. Even Edzar faintly heard Safa hissing like pain.

With a look that began to worry Edzar tried to flip Safa's body to face him. But the girl's groaning got worse. So Edzar decided to go out and open the door next to Safa to see more clearly the girl's condition.

Edzar was successfully flabbergasted afterwards. Safa's face was pale and pias. Cold sweat sprang up, and Edzar just realized the girl's back blouse was soaked with sweat.

"Safa?" Edzar's reflexes touching Safa's face removed the children's clinging hair. His body leaned to scoop up tissue on the dashboard and quickly wiped his face and neck drenched in sweat.

"Hey, honey, wake up. You why?" edzar whispered unaware of his call.

Even Safa who did not pay attention so unfocused. "Shhhhh... Sick..." he said while squeezing the stomach that he had been hugging since.

Edzar lowered his head, his hands outstretched through Safa's stomach slowly. "ill? Do you eat?"

"So the tomb by noon, wasn't it?"

Safa simply nodded in response. Edzar was getting confused and worried. "Why does it hurt? Your mom relapsed? You want to eat first?"

"No...!" rengek Safa. Why does Edzar keep asking for food. Just piss off.

"Awh's.... Hua.... It hurts....!"

Edzar was made by the roar of Safa. Some passersby started to notice them. No, Edzar was not embarrassed, he was more confused how to behave. She just doesn't know what Safa is really sick of.

Until a mother approached them and asked. "Mas, why is that Mama?"

Edzar was surprised, "I don't know for sure either, Mom. He said it hurt his stomach, but it wasn't an ulcer."

The mother observes Safa's condition in the car. He approached after asking Edzar to step aside. I don't know what the mother told Safa. Edzar was too scared to fear Safa. He was even thinking of immediately sliding into the hospital right now.

"Well, this is the Mama coming again in a month, really, Mas."

Edzar turned his head jerked, "Yes?"

"Regular stomach pain comes months, Mas. I like that. Not all, anyway, just a few there's a severe one so sick."

"Compress warm water using a bottle. That hurt for sure. Until it's pale like his face."

"Back to work, huh, Mas?"

"D-yes."

"Tell me to sleep, and wake up later."

"No need to go to the hospital?" ask Edzar to doubt. Seeing Safa's painful expression made her uncomfortable.

"Necessary. If you want to be sure, please. But usually not papa, anyway."

"so. I'm not relieved yet, yeah." Edzar mumbled softly.

"Mas need not worry. Usually only a day after the beginning of menstruation. The rest is most body lemes and easily tired."

"Yes, thank you for being told, Mom."

"Either. Then I go first, yes, Mas, Mari."

Edzar nodded with a smile. "Please."

Edzar's view goes back to Safa. He also approached rubbing his moist face. The girl's hair was already sprained, it must have been very uncomfortable.

"You got a bandage?" ask Edzar.

Safa shook her head with a ringisan.

"Yes already. Wait here, huh? I'm not long, though."

Edzar closed his car door carefully. Then ran to the shop across the street.