SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 122

Safa spent three days in the hospital. Now it was her turn to go home and lie down in the room she missed. It feels relieved, Dava's problem is finished, maybe soon his brother can be free after several stages of examination with the relevant party, proving that he is innocent.

Before falling unconscious, Mr. Anjas had unlocked the safe in his room. Inside are some files and files that will release Dava from the law. Safa did not expect that the man had prepared it in such a way.

Police explained the chronology of the Galuh attack at that time. From several aspects and witnesses, it can be concluded that the existence of Mr. Anjas in the office during holidays aims to submit evidence to the authorities.

Dear thousand dear, his intention was known by Galuh. For fear of his rottenness being exposed, Galuh desperately attempted murder, which unexpectedly would implicate Safa as a victim.

Listen, Galuh was sentenced to a layered sentence. Just like Mr. Minister whose case is getting to a bright spot.

Safa is grateful that the tempest that has dragged her family is now over. The bonus again he can make up with Edzar.

Regarding Edzar, Safa had never dreamed that the man would reciprocate her feelings. Since the day that Edzar threw a firm rejection, Safa also bury deeply in his hope.

Who would have thought that man would turn to look at her. Safa still couldn't believe what she had experienced last night.

Edzar's remarks, his kisses and sweet demeanor were truly like a delusion. Safa looked in the mirror many times to look at her lips which Edzar had frowned upon. The throbbing as the man sucked it was still felt.

Safa was completely driven mad each time she remembered the sweet event. His face will heat up and blush like a boiled crab. To the extent that his mother was astonished because she woke up smiling.

Even Mrs Halim had asked the doctor to examine her. The child's mental shift after experiencing an event that almost claimed his life.

Because Safa was happy, so she did not really understand the action of the mother. It felt like Safa wanted to laugh given her mother's expression when she heard the doctor's explanation saying, "Your daughter is happy."

Madam Halim's fierce face looked ridiculous in astonishment.

When asked why Safa was happy, Safa said it was because she would be free soon. That easy.

"Safa, take a look in that bag. Mommy forgot to enter the pants yet?"

"What's wrong, Mother?" Safa grabbed a medium-sized travel bag in front of her, on the bed of the patient she was currently sitting in.

"Kulot, black color," said the mother.

Safa immediately searched for the thing in question. "This, Mother?" ask him to show you a piece of premium material pants. The color is exactly what the car is looking for.

"Oh, yeah. It means everything's done."

"Baskoro mana, again. How come, haven't come yet?" Madam Halim asked herself while pacing back and forth look at the hape.

Safa's forehead frowned. "Who's picking us up Om Baskoro, Mommy?"

"He'em," said the mother with a mutter.

"Why not Dad or Mr Iwan?" ask Safa wonder. Usually they're both ready to pick up if Dava's not around.

"Your father went to Bandung again yesterday. Mr. Iwan's coming."

"Oh that," murmured Safa. Must be a branch office problem again.

Shortly after, Baskoro came up with his formal suit, as Safa used to see.

"Sorry, Ma'am. There was a little problem on the road" he said as soon as he entered Safa's room.

Safa and Mrs Halim compactly turned their heads. The man looked a little bored as if he had run.

"Okay, no papa. But why are you being chased by something? You're busy, aren't you?" Mrs Halim combed Baskoro from top to bottom. His appearance was still neat, only his hair was slightly disheveled.

"Especially not. My meeting schedule is after lunch. I'm just afraid you've been waiting a long time" he explained, then approached Safa. Swiped his head a glance, then landed a kiss there.

"How are you doing?"

"Of course it's good. If not, the doctor won't tell me to go home now."

Baskoro laughs.

"Why is that pouting? Not happy that Om picked it up?"

At once Safa's lips pursed. "Say Om would buy you a bag if I was healed. Where's?" his frown raised his hand.

"You are, the work is getting worse. When did it change anyway?"

Safa scowled, "Safa didn't ask, really. The bus itself. Isn't that right, Om?" Safa turned to ask Baskoro for approval.

The man stared alternately at the two women before him, then nodded confirming Safa's words. Spontaneous Safa pelt her tongue at the mother, who was met with a sharp plot by the woman.

"Already, Ma. Safa is not morotin. I really want to love him for the lure he wants to eat yesterday" Baskoro's leerai is subtle.

"Everything he asks for is not cheap" said Mrs Halim. He is a calculation of money.

"That doesn't even sound like a financial understatement, haha." Baskoro scratched his head with thin grinning lips.

"Mother don't do that. Om Bas is rich. He's offended if we ask for cheap stuff" Safa said.

Madam Halim only snorted, lazily responding again. "Here you go, let's go home. Sumpek Bunda 3 days waiting for you here," he said holding a bag. While traveling bag he let Baskoro take him.

Safa sneered, if not sincerely why join nginap? Even though yesterday was very worried when Safa first woke up. Basic Mother Galak, it's good if the child is sick again.

Baskoro shook his head to see the interaction of two different women of that generation. His smile rose, they were still the same as the last one he remembered. Always fight even in the hearts of each other.

"Let's go home" he asked Safa.

Assisted the girl down the bed, then took a travel bag containing the clothes of Mrs Halim.

They immediately left the place and went home.

.............

Elsewhere, Edzar was daydreaming at his desk. His eyes were glued to the phone displaying stolen photos from someone's Instagram account.

His mouth turned a smile considering the silliness he had done a while ago. I don't know what got into his head until his finger moved to open the Play Store, download the application with a pink graded camera icon.

Create a cover account just to peek at someone's activities, look around, and then take one photo at a time. Edzar was like a real stalker back then. What's wrong with him. Why is he suddenly childish like this.

He himself feels alien to his attitude these days, which follows the heart more often than logic. Surprisingly it only applies to one person, namely Safa.

His smile came back remembering that name. Moreover last night he had already cleared up the misunderstandings between them. It feels so amazingly relieved.

Safa's heart was back in her hands, and Edzar would not let her go for any reason.

Edzar was too late in his world to the point that he forgot that Doni was also in the room, looking at him with a frown.

Doni's roar looked astonished as his hands continued to work. Suddenly his soul came out. The boss's unusual behavior made him suspicious.

Wanted to ask, but was afraid that Edzar's mood would break. At the end of the day, he will get hit.

In addition, Edzar switched to open the conversation space himself and Safa on WhatsApp. His finger parsed the word sending a message to the girl.

"Sorry I can't pick you up. Later that night I went home, yes," Edzar wrote.

It wasn't until a minute that Safa replied. "Don't!"

Edzar's reflexes frowned at the reply.

"Why?" write Edzar again.

"Later Mother and Father even suspected," replied Safa.

"You want to hide our relationship?"

For a while there was no reply, but the double tick was already blue. Edzar was suddenly upset. What Safa meant just now, Edzar did not understand.

Ting.

Messages from Safa are back. Edzar opened it and read it. But he was made speechless to see a line of sentences that Safa sent.

"For a while yes. Can, right?"