SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 154

"Mother, is this serious we want the condition? Nights like this? So, I have to use the kebaya, right?"

"Udah, you shut up. It is too late for us" replied Mrs Halim with her hands busy dressing Safa. Safa just resigned her face fiddled.

Today is exactly 5 days in the hospital. Actually, he has been able to go home since yesterday, but I don't know what reason made his father and his mother hold Safa here.

"Bun, when are you coming home from Brunei? His sister was not sick to be visited," said Safa.

"Say, this week. Yes you understand, dong. Your brother was busy taking care of an abandoned project when he hit the case. Not to mention the investors who are on the run."

Safa nodded in understanding, seeing her mother tear apart the make up suitcase she was carrying from home. Actually, he was a little surprised, just want condo what should be this stupid? Usually Safa wears makeup not this thick despite going to luxury events in the hotel though.

"Mother, isn't this much better? Masa, anyway, we have to use kebaya?"

"Ck, yes, the dress code is like that, how else?"

Safa Manyun, she was very uncomfortable with the body fit kebaya. Indeed, heck, looks pretty. The curves of her body formed perfectly displaying a graceful impression. But still Safa is not used even though this is for the condition. He thinks this is too much.

If the marriage is still family it is okay. If other people, there are many kebaya models that are more simple and relaxed. No need to wear tight dress that makes it difficult to walk. Many, really, midi brocade dress that is no less beautiful and elegant, the length is also limited to the knee or more. Safa prefers models that are so, impressed relaxed yet classy. And most importantly not stiff in the body.

"Done," said the mother closed her activities dressing Safa.

Though Safa can groom itself, but he said Safa make up is too thin. What's formal, anyway, the show? Really ribet.

"Ah, yes. That's his mule shoes on the couch. You wear it yourself, huh?" Now the busyness of Mrs Halim turned to herself.

Safa stared at the mirror stand that had been brought by Mr. Iwan at the request of the Big Lady, who else if not the bundle. The woman did not mess around until she shoved the mirror all the way to her nursery. From here we can see in unison what Mr. Halim's wife is.

Even so, Safa still could not deny that she was amazed by the ability to preen the mother. Just look at her now, Safa is exactly dressed up in a professional Make Up Artist.

Daebak!

Body can be petite like Syahrini, but very sexy with several places that contain. Kebaya blush pink is very suitable wrapped his body. Beautifully arranged bun with a konde puncture that seems to be specially made. Tell him Safa's wrong, he doesn't know much about the condes.

It was also the kebaya that seemed to have been sewn recently. Did Madam Halim prepare everything just to go to a friend's celebration? Wow, the totality of that woman.

Safa flipped her body in front of the mirror. This look is more suitable for applications than conditions. Sure, they're not in the wrong costume? I can say if yes. The shame, you know. Put it where his face is later. If this is the story, maybe the bride and groom will lose their charm with them.

But he can only be silent while grimacing, without protest because surely Kanjeng Mami will not huddle.

Haih, this is what the suffering of a submissive child is.

Safa walked towards the sofa, picking up the shoes her mother meant. Pump shoes silver with gem grains on several sides. Looks luxurious but does not leave a simple impression of elegance.

Real pretty. Mrs Halim's choice is beyond doubt. High class socialites are being fought.

Safa returned to the mirror after putting the shoes on her feet. Wow, really like an Angel. Okay, stop narcissistic. Because Mrs Halim has taken her away.

As usual the car was driven by Mr. Iwan. Safa sat in the back seat with her mother. For some reason during the journey Safa even deg-degan, even though the one who wants to marry is not him.

Haish, this must be because of the kebaya dress she wears. Safa really felt wrong costume. If only kebaya can be yes, this is using konde all, where the condition is tacky dangling, dangling, exactly what Safa often see in Chinese dramas or comics that are fantasy genre or era of the kingdom.

Geez, it seems that he should immediately prepare as thick a face as possible. His appearance was too excessive, even though Mrs Halim herself dressed up as a potluck. Safa means simpler with a bun without conde. Basic, does the mother want to make Safa ashamed of herself?

As Lady Halim glared, "No. That's pretty. You're just diem."

"But really not, anyway, use konde.." whine pursed lips. "Kayak granny, tau, Bun."

"Don't complain too much. Konde is expensive. Ordered directly, especially for you."

"Kok, Mommy don't use it?"

"No. The money's just enough to pesen one."

Totally lying. Where there is money Mother runs out. The guy he's holding the card with no limit is Dad.

Safa pouted no more arguing. His hands were crossed over his stomach, turning towards the window beside him. Flickering lights from various buildings and houses occasionally hit his face.

The clock on the dashboard shows at half-eight p.m. I don't know how long the journey they took, until a few moments later the car that was boarded was stopped.

But Safa was astonished. Wait a minute, here, here

"Mother, how come we're going to the villa? Is anyone missing? So how many cars?"

Mother did not answer, just told Safa to wait while she came down. It seems like someone is really missing. But what are those cars doing here? Did Mr Halim have an important guest?

Safa stared out the window. His voice looked curious. Various types of luxury four-wheeled vehicles line the courtyard of the Halim family villa. From BMW, Jaguar, Alphard, and many more. Safa is not an automotive child, so can't name all of them.

"Sir, Daddy's doing another show? How, Safa don't know?" ask her to Mr. Iwan who is focusing on staring at the phone.

Kontan the man looked back, "Rubber, Non. If the problem is not ask yourself to Sir, yes. I know less myself."

"That's? Yeah, I did, deh." Safa leaned back, reluctant to ask again.

Not long after Mrs Halim returned. He thought she was going to get in the car. But he opened the door next to Safa and told her to come out.

Safa frowned, "Cock, down, anyway, Mother? Not going to?"

"Don't ask too many questions. Anyway let's go with Mommy."

Safa Manyun, half-heartedly he complied, got out of the car with the help of Mother and Mr. Iwan who swiftly approached. Just know he's having trouble because of that long kebaya.

They walked towards the villa. Faintly Safa could already hear a small rumble from the voice inside there. Safa's forehead became increasingly wrinkled when he heard the chanting of a verse from one of the Surahs of the Qur'an that someone read. Very eloquent, as if that person was indeed hafiz.

Safa managed to get through the main door, and what she saw afterwards successfully made her legs fixated. Safa stopped walking, and Lady Halim led beside her.

The front room of the spacious villa now turned dense and crowded. Actually not as crowded as it was, it was just that Safa could not count how many people were sitting there.

The chairs were arranged in rows into two groups, and Safa knew one of them was filled by the great Halim family.

Wait, why is Oma here? Aunt Miranti, Rizkia's sister Renata, was also her other cousin. Families far from different cities. They all turned their heads towards Safa, looking at her with complicated gazes that Safa failed to understand.

Safa flashes when she sees Dava there too, with Lalisa and Om Baskoro now throwing warm smiles at her.

Actually, what event did they title?