SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 115

Safa managed to break into the company building after previously telling the security guard that she was coming. Thankfully the security guard did not wonder further, perhaps the man thought Safa's right to do what. Company, his father's company. Haha.

Safa quickly took the elevator to her room. A leisurely walk in a deserted hallway without a single human being. Oh, yeah, it's a holiday. Which crazy person wants to play at work.

Except for Safa like her, it was also because of something urgent. Safa unlocked the room, then entered and rushed to the desk that was her destination.

His breathing was relieved when the medicine he was looking for was still safe there. Safa quickly picked it up and put it in the bag. Then go out and lock the room again.

Safa is grateful that her father and her mother were unsuspecting before, but Safa lied by saying there was an appointment with Kamila. Safa feels guilty, anyway. But he's not ready to tell the truth.

And prang!!!

Humped, Safa's steps instantly stopped hearing the voice. Is there really no one else here? Is Safa really alone? Then, what's that sound?

Safa turned left, her gaze stopping at a room she had entered yesterday without permission. Is Mr Anjas here too? Wh-wh-what for?

With high curiosity Safa approached, sticking an ear on the surface of the door. Silent. Safa can't hear anything. Did he just hear wrong? But impossible, the sound of the shards was that clear.

With a strong determination Safa decided to open the door, no matter if later Mr. Anjas or anyone there will be surprised by his arrival.

Safa raised her hand ready to press the knob. In the heart pray that the inside is true Mr. Anjas, not a ghost that appears in broad daylight.

Clamps.

Krieet...

The wooden door opened slowly. Safa escapes her body when she sees no one. Shit, is it really a ghost?

"Sir Anjas?" call Safa carefully.

His steps are getting deeper. The atmosphere was so quiet as if what he had just heard was just a dream.

Uh.

Safa cringing. No, it's not a dream. Something has indeed broken. And the glass splinter was almost Safa stepped on, if only she didn't notice.

Safa found another fragment, and she followed the trail of the fragment which led her behind the table.

"Who is broken" The sentence is stuck on the tip of the tongue.

Safa's body pecked at what she found behind the desk.

"P-sir Anjas...?"

Safa didn't look wrong. The middle-aged man lying down there is indeed Mr. Anjas. Wait, what happened. Why is Mr. Anjas here. No, why is that guy bleeding?

Safa caught her mouth in shock. Suddenly his feet approached intending to see the terrible state of Pa Anjas.

"Sir, sir, wake up, sir." Safa patted Mr. Anjas's arm.

The old eye blinked slowly, then opened and saw Safa who was already crouching before him.

Mr. Anjas whispered, "No-nona...." Her breathing sounded heavy, and it made Safa panic.

What should he do. Take her to the hospital? Then Safa needs people's help because she can't handle let alone carry. Mr. Anjas' body must be heavy.

"Sir Anjas why is this? We need to get to the hospital. Right, your wound must be treated immediately. Wait a minute, I'm looking for someone to help you." Safa is panicking without giving Mr. Anjas a chance to talk.

"Why?"

"Sir Anjas what are you talking about?"

"No, no, just talk about it later. We need to get to the hospital!"

"No-miss."

"La-ran.." he said suddenly.

"What?" tanya Safa made sure. Why did the man tell her to run?

"Pak—"

"Run."

"Run, Miss," the man asserted in a soft voice.

"Clear....!"

That weak shout made Safa jump. Suddenly he felt the presence of someone behind him. Safa's reflexes turned her head and immediately swerved when the swing of the knife almost hit her.

Luckily Safa immediately twisted and held the man's hand. However, Safa's energy was nothing compared to that of the man.

"Who are you?" whispered Safa trembling.

The man did not answer, but his hand pressed the knife against Safa.

Can't do. Safa has to run, otherwise she won't survive. As much as possible Safa tried to remove the man's hand from his presence. The blade was right before his eyes, and if Safa tried to last longer, then he would no longer be able to see the world.

Trang!

Safa got rid of the knife. He immediately opened the door and ran the ridge out.

"Yeah.....! Please....!"

Safa shouted seeing the person chasing after her. He gave all his energy to run as fast as possible. The two men were chasing in the hallway. Safa doesn't have time to push the elevator button. Only the ladder of his last choice.

Safa's breath was dull, her throat began to hurt with unusually tight breath. Suddenly he regretted never getting used to processing the body. As a result, his legs were already trembling, and Safa was only betting on luck hoping that he would not fall.

"Yes....!!!"

In the end, the man caught him. Safa's hair was pulled backwards making her snap at the man's body.

Safa's body was pushed up the stairs. Safa's mouth opened and felt a strangulation around her neck. With that much energy, Safa felt that her throat was about to break.

Safa struggled to escape. His hand gripped the man's wrist trying to hold the chuckle that increasingly tightened seconds. Although all of that is free because once again Safa energy is not comparable even to the wooden man though.

"What do you want?" Safa asked in a disjointed voice. His breath is almost over. Is he going to die soon?

The man who covered half his face with the mask again made no sound. Only his eyes were glaring fiercely. True, Safa thought she was about to die, and the one standing before her was the angel of death who would take her life.

His heart grimaced at the thought of him who could no longer meet father and mother. Then Dava's in jail. Edzar whom he still likes. And there are many more people that Safa loves. Moreover, Safa has not been able to run Dava's mandate to find evidence that the man is innocent.

Her tears are shed.

Brother, sorry Safa.

"Le-detach. Wh-who are you! Haak...." Safa opened her mouth more and more, her breathing faltered staring at the unknown man.

"Are you sure you don't know me?"

This sound.

Safa tries to think in the middle of a life and death struggle. A low hoarse voice and sometimes a soft one. Safa remembered, yesterday she heard it.

"It seems you already know."

"good. That way I don't have to feel any trouble with this damn thing anymore." The man took off the baffin bandana that covered his neck to half his nose.

And even though Safa had guessed it, Safa still felt surprised and could not believe what she saw. His lips trembled with increasingly heavy tears. Safa tearfully looked at the man who was now smiling slantingly rubbing his wet cheeks.

Safa feels fooled.

Just yesterday he almost trusted this guy. But now, Safa was on the verge of death.

He was so hard to swallow. Although the man stroked her delicate face, her giggles did not come off at all. That creepy sharpener was completely different from the one he saw yesterday.

Safa could not guess what was really going on.

Safa could only whisper. "Ga-Rubber...."

"Ganinda."

The grin on her lips grew wider when Safa managed to say her name.

"I didn't expect your voice to be this bright when you called my name" he whispered softly in Safa's ears.

Safa trembled more and more in fear as the man brought the face closer, sniffing his nose with an expression that Safa could not understand.

God, what are you really planning?