SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 145

"Safa?"

Safa turned her head from the large window that showed a vast expanse of grass behind the villa. "Yes, Mother?"

Madam Halim approached, throwing herself beside Safa who was sitting on the sofa. "Mother may ask for help?"

"Please what?"

"Mother has an order at one of the cake shops. He said it could be taken now. You take it, huh?"

"Why not Mother?" He's lazy go-go, mager, lazy motion.

"Mother has a promise with the boutique owner."

Safa frowned, "Mother make clothes?"

Madam Halim nodded. Safa did not ask again, she was willing to go to the cake shop at the request of the mother. Safa went to the room to get changed.

"Take the cake straight home, yeah. Don't cover anywhere else!"

Safa did not answer the call of her mother, she just raised her hand, banging her fingers to form the letter O.

He left with Mr. Iwan, as usual. His eyes stared out the window quietly. Mr. Iwan who understands the mood of his employer is not good also joined the silence.

Long enough they were on the way, until finally the vehicle they were riding landed in front of a store that Mrs Halim meant.

"Should I drop off, Non?"

Safa shook her head, reviewing the smile. "No need, sir. Just let Safa be alone."

Mr. Iwan had no power but to nod. He decided to go to the stall across the street to buy cigarettes. Safa enters the cake shop.

Kling.

Something rang when Safa opened the door. The leg wrapped in jeans stepped toward the cashier's desk. Safa asked a woman who served there, regarding the order on behalf of Mrs Halim. The woman immediately responded quickly and informed him on the inside.

Before long a number of people in the same uniform came out of a room that Safa thought was a kitchen. Well, maybe some kind of production place.

At first Safa thought the cakes were mixed with people's orders as well. But then he was flabbergasted when they said everything was Mrs Halim's order.

Everything been?

Safa blinked, counting in her heart. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine....

Ten. Safa's forehead was furrowed deeply, was it really all that Mistress Halim had ordered? This many? Wh-wh-what for? Does the house want an event? Why doesn't Safa know?

"Sorry, Mom, Ma'am, isn't this wrong?" the ringistas still can't believe it.

"No, Ma'am. It's all right. Orders on behalf of Lady Sofiana Halim. Here's the purchase note." The cashier's mother handed him a piece of paper which Safa received despite a confused look.

Right, here's the package order. There are also recorded types of cakes and their prices.

What exactly is this cake for. Time to eat personally. It feels like five months will not run out, considering their families do not really like sweet foods, especially in the form of pastries.

"Yes, Mom, thank you." Safa reached into the wallet, took the card that her mother gave her before leaving earlier.

He let the shop employee pick up the cakes Mrs Halim ordered, helping her to get them to the car. Safa followed behind, then pointed at a white Alphard as one of them asked.

"Thank you, yes, Mas" Safa told a mass of shop employees.

"Together, Mother. Then we'll excuse us."

Safa nodded in favor. After that he got into the car, followed by Mr. Iwan who then sat in the steering chair, driving forward the four-wheeled vehicle left the shop yard.

Safa reached into the phone in the bag, unlocking the lock screen only to find one message from Edzar. A moment he was fixated, his eyes glanced at the clock at the top of the screen. At 16:22. Tumben. Didn't the man do it yesterday morning and night? It's still afternoon.

Safa sighed saving her phone back, without replying to Edzar's message. Then he looked at Mr. Iwan. "Sir, Safa wants some tek-tek noodles."

Mr. Iwan turned his head for a while, then refocused on the steering. His forehead hesitated. "Didn't Madam forbid us to stop by?"

"It's not papa in a while, right? Safa's hungry."

Mr. Iwan looks worried. Almost five minutes without answering. Safa had also given up on her request once Mr. Iwan sighed, turning his car into a roadside tavern they were about to drive through.

Spontaneous corners of Safa's lips lifted, commenting on a smile of thanks to the driver who had long served her family.

Safa came out, walked towards the tek-tek noodle shop followed by Mr. Iwan who has been like a bodyguard lately. Actually Safa was a little uncomfortable, because he knew Mr. Iwan often reported his activities to Mr. Halim. It was as if Safa would go far away and run out of town.

Though his father knew, Safa did not dare to travel far by herself. What can a child with a cage like that do. Although sometimes he wants to disappear for a while, stay away from people he knows. Like at the moment. Safa's heart is still not broken. No matter how many times he tried to forget, the shadow of Edzar with other women continued to haunt his mind.

Safa has done nothing, she's been quiet since yesterday. Maybe if other women, they will be angry and immediately contact the man no matter how. But not with Safa. He's not that kind of person.

Safa would not impose a will on one's feelings. If the man wants to leave, go ahead, Safa won't ban him. Safa will never open her heart to the same man again.

For him the past is not to be repeated, but a study for anticipation so that he can better protect himself from similar events.

Enough at the beginning he chased and got a rejection. And when Edzar asked her out, she actually wanted to see how far they were likely to be together. Although it was undeniable that he was happy, his feelings were reciprocated.

But to be honest, doubt still dominated his heart. Now that she knew what made her doubt, Safa found out that she knew nothing of Edzar. In addition to the man's name and profession as a prosecutor. Safa doesn't even know Edzar's favorite food. It can be known as their relationship goes on.

But, if it is like this can it still be maintained? When the trust began to disappear, Safa did not even dare to hear Edzar's voice.

Sighing heavily, Safa turned to look at Mr. Iwan. Before that he fiddled with the cell phone for a while. Then look back and smile thinly. "Sir, Safa told you that our mother stopped by here."

"Mother said, Mr. Iwan went home first, because the cake was very much awaited."

For a moment Pak Iwan looked wrinkled, his eyes narrowed slightly to hear Safa's words. "Times, anyway, Non, Madam says that?" tanyanya could not believe it.

Safa nodded, then showed her phone screen which showed a chat room with the name 'Mother'. Only then did Mr. Iwan seem to believe even though he was actually a little unsure.

For a while Mr. Iwan just shut up and thought. Before then the man sighed, nodding his head a sign he agreed to go home first.

"Yes already, Mr. Iwan is going home. But, if there is anything please Non immediately contact Mr. Iwan or Madam," he asked Safa.

Mr. Iwan seems to object to leaving Safa. Naturally, he had been mandated to look after Mr and Mrs Halim's youngest child.

Safa waved as Mr. Iwan was about to enter the car. The middle-aged man replied to her with a smile and a nod. Safa sighed as the white Alphard began to drift away. His smile slowly crept, then looked down at the cellphone he had been holding.

"Sorry, Mr. Iwan. Safa just wanted to be alone," he muttered half a whisper.

Actually, he changed one of the contacts to the mother's name. The number was his own, from a different cell phone he happened to carry.