SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 113

"I'm sorry, Om is late for prayer."

"Sir papa. What are you, lightening up?"

Safa nodded lethargicly. Occasionally he grimaced as the throbbing came in the area under his stomach. The mistress is gone. Even so Safa was very helped by a glass bottle of warm water that Edzar brought earlier.

"The water is still hot?" ask Edzar to touch the bottle. Safa did not have to answer because Edzar knew.

"Actually it was offered pain medication. But I didn't take it for fear of no-no effect. No papa, huh?"

"Hm."

Safa curled up with Edzar's jacket enveloping her hips. The seat was deliberately lowered so that Safa could lie down comfortably. Edzar also bought him eucalyptus and warm sweet tea.

The man delayed his worship time because he was reluctant to leave Safa alone. Edzar was willing to enter the mosque when Safa had to go to the bathroom to use pads. That's just for a minute. Because when Safa came back, Edzar was waiting for her in the car.

Haih, I don't know what's wrong with that guy.

Funny thing is, Edzar until he bought it ****** *****. This is what embarrassed Safa the most. Safa was very grateful, but she didn't know where to put her face.

The man also brought a pair of trousers he had nowhere to get. It must be new. Maybe around here there is a clothing store or wholesale? I don't know.

Not enough to get there, Edzar like to kill him with the attention of the man himself. Voluntarily he cleaned up the seepage of his blood that hit the car seat. Even roll out a holster to cover it.

Safa had felt guilty for thinking maybe Edzar did it for fear of Safa's blood penetrating again. Apparently the assumption is wrong. Edzar held a sarong on the grounds that Safa was not comfortable with the former.

Though Edzar himself has sprayed fragrance there. It really made Safa shake her head. Isn't this too much?

Safa feels indebted, and this sucks.

"Would you eat first?"

"No need.." sahut Safa quietly.

"But I can't let you go home on an empty stomach."

"Why ask? The ends also Om ngajakin eat." Safa scowled in annoyance.

And Edzar reviews the smile as if to justify.

"What do you want to eat?"

Tuh, right.

"You dimsum!"

"Dimsums? Okay." Okay."

Safa did not bother, she again curled up to fix the glass bottle on her stomach. Parts of the body from the waist down all hurt, especially the knees. His legs were very stiff and limp.

Safa flinched as Edzar touched his hands on her stomach. Swiping it slowly, channeling the unfortunate warm feeling makes Safa comfortable.

This is different from the heat of a glass bottle. This warmth feels natural and causes distraction that causes the pain as if disappearing.

Strange, but that's what Safa feels.

Unknowingly Safa's eyes closed for a while Edzar woke her up. The man called her softly while rubbing the back of her delicate hand.

Safa blinked slowly gathering awareness. They were already on the side of the road full of street vendors. Safa circulated her eyes, fixed herself for a while and sat looking outside.

Edzar asked, "Do you want to eat out or in the car?"

"Outside. I need some fresh air."

"OK," nodded Edzar.

The man came out and turned the direction opening the door beside Safa. As if understanding the state of his limp, Edzar painstakingly helped him down from the car.

"The package's not made?"

"No, ah. Sultry."

The man just nodded, then clasped Safa's hand to take her along. For a moment Safa was glued to see their cluttered hands. Can Safa call this a date?

Just for a moment, let Safa enjoy this for a moment.

"There is someone who uses it, he said. You want?" ask Edzar when they order.

"No, ah, use the usual sauce." replied Safa.

"That's. Yes, you sit down first."

"Monggo, Mum!"

Safa only obeyed when Edzar led her to the seat. Edzar stood waiting for the order.

This opportunity Safa used to research Edzar. Seeing how flashy the man was among the dozens of buyers who were sighing at this region.

His beautiful, masculine, and elegant manner managed to attract people. Edzar is a form of local wisdom whose charm is difficult to resist.

The sound is unpredictable, making him seem full of mystery to cause curiosity every time he sees it.

His gaze made others drift apart as well as intimidated. His jaw was firm with eyes as sharp as an eagle. Thick eyebrows and lashes also complement the beauty of the appearance of the equivalent of God.

Shut up, don't call Safa too much. Let you know this is the description of someone who is drunk with love.

"Safa?"

"Safa?"

Edzar rebuked him several times until Safa gagged. "Why?"

"You are why. Why bengong?"

"It's done. Let's move to find a more comfortable place. It's better if you're selonjoran let's not sore."

"Eh, i-yes."

Safa stood following Edzar's steps carrying a tray containing the dimsum along with his chocolate sauce. They stopped at the park which is indeed the main icon of this area.

Safa was told to wait while the man somehow went where else. The tray was stored on one of the benches that Safa now sits on.

Shortly after, Edzar returned with a mat and two bottles of minerals. Safa no longer wanted to wonder because it seemed like the man was indeed capable of anything. Including getting a mat in a place like this.

Edzar rolled out his mat not far from where Safa was sitting. The man took a tray and set it there.

Safa was inexhaustible. The man really did everything himself. Without complaining one bit.

Edzar, what exactly are you doing?

I wanted Safa to ask like that, but her heart went out because she was too afraid to swallow disappointment.

"I only buy mineral water, no papa? You are not well enough to drink cold drinks. Your stomach will become more cramped."

Safa simply nodded without making a sound. He quickly sat opposite Edzar who had taken off his shoes.

Edzar threw a smile, then prepared a small basket filled with dimsum and his sumptu in front of Safa. Do not forget the bowl contains two kinds of sauce. "Eat."

They dine under the night sky, with the glare of the yellowish-shimmering garden lights. Edzar's face seemed to shine, especially when the man looked up and again smiled at him.

Damn, his attitude even makes Safa no appetite. He was busy calming his heart which caused a stir because of Edzar.

Not to mention the curvature of his lips that can make people diabetic. No one knows how frustrating Safa is now. He took a small bite of the dimsum he had chocolated into the sauce. His eyes continued to look at Edzar who was eating voraciously.

Naturally the man was starving, people had been busy taking care of him since.

Safa gasped to feel something touch the surface of her mouth. He stared at Edzar. The man held out his dimsum towards Safa.

"I-this what?"

"Dimsum," answered Edzar plainly.

Safa's forehead is wrinkled. That's not what it means. But he did not have time to protest because Edzar continued to push the marrow into his mouth.

"aaa... Open," Edzar said softly.

Inevitably Safa opened her mouth and in an instant her cheeks bulged up to receive that savory soft circle.

Edzar gave a crisp laugh wiping the sauce left at the corner of Safa's lips, then sipped the sauce from his thumb, with his eyes not loosely drawing the honey-colored netra that was more beautiful than the moon above.

"You're so funny, man,"

"Dad."

Deg.

"Well, I call you that?"

If Safa is a dandelion, and Edzar's smile is the wind, then Safa has been made to fall because of it.