SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 133

"Well, Mas Edzar is good at making fruit soup, huh? Yummy, slurrp...." Mr. Iwan sipped the contents of his bowl with a spoon. The sweet and fresh taste instantly crossed his throat.

"I learned from the cook at the cafe."

"Oh yes, by the way Mas Edzar's cafe, I used to stop by Non Safa fried bananas. I'm not playing, Mom. Tenan wenak!"

Edzar also chuckled, "Pak Iwan is too excessive," he said humbled.

"Not excessive. It feels like joss. Yeah, right, Non?"

Mr. Iwan turned to Safa who also enjoyed the fruit soup made by Edzar. Edzar also glanced at his lover who had been silent since. "Hm" the girl muttered.

Faintly Edzar faded, Safa still refused to get close to him, let alone talk.

Shortly afterwards Mr. Halim returned from the back garden, picking up the phone from the office person. "Sir Iwan, we have to get to the project site now. He said there was a problem."

"Again?" ask Mr. Iwan. "Don't you already, sir?" continues wonder. A little unwilling to leave the fruit soup that is enjoying him eat.

"There is a slight constraint in the delivery of materials. If left unchecked, this will hinder the work of the artisans. I want this building completed next month."

Hearing him inevitably Mr. Iwan must be willing to leave the cold dish. "Yes already, deh. Sir don't want to try the soup first? Tasty, you know," bargained Mr. Iwan, as well as he seduced, who knows Mr. Halim can slightly withstand his departure.

"No. If you want, easy, I just ask him to make it again. Right, Son of Edzar?"

Kontan Edzar nodded, "Right, Om."

After that Mr. Halim and Mr. Iwan rushed to leave the villa, leaving Edzar and Safa together, again. It made Safa's forehead wrinkle, as if her father trusted Edzar too much. Why, yeah.

Thought about it anyway, Safa's brain remained dead-end.

"Did?" call Edzar from the side. The man sighed before returning to his voice. "There's something we need to talk about."

"What?" sahut Safa cuek's. He again bribed the remaining pieces of fruit in his bowl.

"On that time." Edzar paused for a moment. "You heard my conversation with Heru?" ask carefully.

Silent.

Safa did not respond, the girl did not listen and remained cool with her food.

Suddenly Edzar dragged Safa's bowl away, his actions managed to make Safa turn with a look of annoyance. "Why, anyway!"

"We need to talk"

"What's? About Om who can't forget the past?" sewot Safa's. Edzar stared at the girl. "Om telling you, Om still in love with his ex-Om, is that it?"

"You misunderstood."

"Misunderstand how? I heard it clearly, huh."

"But you haven't heard from me."

Safa snorted, "Because Om will definitely have an alibi."

"Dad."

"I'll explain. I'll tell you everything. But not now."

"When then?" challenge Safa.

"Later. After the time is right."

"What if now? Om hasn't made up excuses yet, has he?" Safa grunts. "Whatever. Don't blame me if I don't like Om anymore."

Safa walked up to the kitchen. Leaving Edzar who was immediately silent in the living room.

Open the refrigerator slightly roughly, take mineral water and drink it directly from the bottle. Safa was panting, her hands were trembling, her feelings were starting to fade. He's afraid, what does this have to do with Edzar? Safa is not ready to meet disappointment. Should he end this before things get too far?

Safa flinched as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. Edzar's breath was blowing around his hair and ears. The man hugged Safa from behind. Safa is fixated with a pounding heart.

"Don't say that. Right now, no one occupies my heart but you" whispered Edzar.

"Please be patient a little bit, because I have to mentally prepare before telling the story." The girl's ears popped and tightened her grip.

Edzar grabbed the bottle Safa was holding and put it on the pantry table near them. The view of the back garden becomes the main attention of both from behind the glass.

Safa sculpted to receive Edzar's attention. He was happy, but also scared. The fear continued to grow as Edzar became more blatant. It's only natural that Safa's heart is still stuck, right?

"That night I saw you go out with someone. Is that Rey?"

Dahi Safa shriveled, "Where does Om know Rey's sister?"

Edzar sighed, "Actually I don't like it because you call him so affectionate," he grinned softly.

Safa ignored the phrase. He asked again and inevitably Edzar answered. "I met him in front of the villa. When you guys just got home and I just got here."

"I'm the one who carried you to the room" he continued. "The time is right because if I'm late for a minute, he'll pick you up. I don't want you to be touched."

"Stay still in our religion a pair of cousins can get married" Edzar asserted.

"Yes, but that can't happen between me and Rey. She's already engaged."

"Thank God," said Edzar who actually did not feel relieved completely.

The atmosphere is filled with silence. Even so they feel comfortable with each other. Edzar smiled as Safa began to lean her head against the chest of her field. Orange streaks of the twilight sky seemed to spread warmly in the hearts of the two. The light hit through the glass wall until it spread to a whole kitchen.

Edzar breathed in the fragrant hair of Safa. His eyes were closed with curved lips forming a smile. It feels very peaceful. He wants to be like this forever.

"You want a selfie?" suddenly tanyanya.

Safa looked up at Edzar, "Hm?"

"We haven't taken a photo yet. Let's take a photo."

Edzar pulled the phone out of his pants pocket. Tinker with it for a while before pointing it forward. Safa looked at the camera, smiling calmly in Edzar's arms.

Crack.

"good. You're so pretty." Edzar said while highlighting Safa with his warm gaze. He rubbed the white cheeks while smiling. Safa's figure is getting more beautiful under the shade. Edzar almost thought God had sent one of his unconscious from heaven.

"Safana Halim" he whispered softly. "Amo-te." Edzar flipped over Safa's body and hugged her tightly. His cheeks he piled on Safa's head. His eyes closed, feeling his blood rustling.

Safa blinked confusedly. "What means?" he asked with a voice set in Edzar's chest.

Instead of answering, the man smirks his hair. Safa did not ask anymore because she did not want to destroy their peaceful atmosphere. Let him search on google the meaning of the phrase Edzar.

Silence enveloped both. Safa inhales the smell of the masculine Edzar perfume. Not stinging, the fragrance is soft and soothing, very Safa type once.

"This is the perfume you gave me back then."

"Worthy of familiar kayaks" murmured Safa.

Edzar chuckled at Safa's brownish hair. "You're out of hair color?"

Safa nodded.

"Pretty."

"I wanted to ombre."

"Why not be?"

"Fear Om doesn't like it" Safa said slowly.

Edzar smiled, even though the girl had given her some distance, she kept thinking about it.

"I'll always love the origin of your long hair."

"Omm?"

"Hem?"

"Why is it inconsistent? A minute me, a minute me?"

"Don't know. Reflexes only. Which one do you prefer?"

"I."

"OKAY. You should also change your call. Don't call Om. I'm old enough, you don't add."

"Keep calling him what, dong?"

"Your comfort. Love or love can be."

"Ish, Lucinta Luna, kali," said Safa.

Edzar's chest trembled as he laughed.

"Call Brother how?" ask Safa.

"Later taper with Dava."

Safa's lips pursed thinking. "Mass?"

Edzar shook his head in disagreement, "I'm not a Javanese."

The girl scowled, "What's the connection? The call was commonly used even outside Java."

"I don't want universal."

"Yes keep what? It's fussy, deh." Safa grumbling.

"How is it?"