SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 179

"Zar, kidding, huh?" Heru flatly said.

"No," replied Edzar casually. The man wore his jacket without looking at Heru.

"You told me to go all the way to the T-junction just to bring a flask of ice cubes as big as gaban that contains only one cup of ice duren?" Heru still can't believe it. "Keep through here you only eat one spoon? Crazy, huh?"

"You know I don't like duren."

"Well, why ask!" the shouts don't take it. Heru was played by Edzar.

Funny thing is, Edzar responded with a look as if he had nothing wrong. "Just want to."

Short, solid, and clear. But able to make Heru dizzy feel around Borobudur. "Take care. You were intentional, huh, fretting?" grunts.

"No. After all, who told you to bring an ice cube thermos?"

Heru laughed blandly like a madman. "Zarist. Jakarta is hot. You told me to buy ice that was not within walking distance. How do you think the ice isn't melting? The choice is only two. Pack a heat-resistant container like Mamang-mamang Kang Eskrim who likes to roam. Same thermos of ice cubes that weigh Masya Allah makes dizzy."

"Because the heat-resistant container does not exist, yes I have no other choice. There is only one big thermos. How does it bother you?"

"No. Who's experiencing you."

Yes Salaaammm ....

It feels like Heru threw himself into the South Coast, let's all marry Nyai Roro Kidul. Instead of him having to face the insensitivity of Edzar who always underestimated the suffering of people.

Heru regrets. Why would you want to obey Edzar's request. I know that my friend doesn't like Duren.

That afternoon Edzar went home to Magrib as usual. He parked his car in the garage after Bik Yah opened the gate and closed it again. Then enter the house, take water in the kitchen and drink it to the toilet.

"Den Edzar wants to go straight to Bandung tonight?"

Bik Yah already knows Edzar's new activities will return to Bandung on Friday ahead of the weekend. He also knew of his employer's marriage to the next-door neighbor's son.

Half did not expect that they ended up being a match as well. Because at that time Edzar looks cute and ordinary. Uh, the persimmon year too. How not, people who chase beautiful girls. Who, the hell, can resist?

"Yes, Bik. Very same wife. Hugged me too."

Bik Yah couldn't help but smile. Edzar's words sounded ordinary flat-pitched, but very hard on the heart.

The man walked up the stairs. Occasionally rub the neck that feels sticky and sore. He really needs Safa's hug. I hope he can do it tonight.

"Ai, tonight Uda's going there. I want you, darling." Edzar wrote a complete message with a pathetic emot. I don't know why he's a sentiment today.

"So you want to hug. Can, huh? Please?"

His roar decays when it again gets no reply. He knew Safa had read it. His wife is online. Sighing, Edzar stepped back into the room. Cleanse yourself and perform worship after the prayer reverberate.

Not to mention he prayed for his household which is now experiencing estrangement. Begging for the health and safety of his wife who is far from sight.

After the prayer, Edzar sat on the edge of the bed looking at his cell phone. Hope there is a miracle in the form of chat from Safa even though one letter only.

It's been a month. Should it continue like this? Edzar can't just shut up. He had to immediately resolve the matter between them.

Switch to the Instagram app. He opened the profile of the only one he followed. Believing in disbelief Edzar simply followed Safa's account to decorate the veranda. So that every new post the woman must appear on her timeline.

Safa's last post was 3 hours ago. That means today. Edzar understood, as a selebgram, Safa social media accounts should not die. Their problems are emotionally draining.

It turns out that Safa is a professional person, she still carries out her activities as an endorsement. As he sees it now, the wife seems to be promoting an instant food product that is becoming popular.

Spicy food berkuah which is in the middle of his beloved young people Nusantara.

Edzar smile. Seeing Safa eat she felt hungry. Many times he gulped as Safa fed the aci meatballs to his mouth. Edzar watched it in the woman's Reels.

Kvmk ...

His stomach sounded. Edzar is really hungry. Before going home, he ate at the cafe. Usually will be hungry again around tenth. Why is it so fast now?

The thing is, he wants the exact food Safa ate. Edzar clicked on the hashtag in Safa's post, visiting the official account of the seller of aci meatballs that turned out to belong to Dava. Edzar knows because he's a businessman. A little follow the development of fellow entrepreneurs.

Instead of ordering on the web and DM, Edzar got up, walked out of the room and down the stairs. Bik Yah who happened to see also asked. "Where are you going, Den?"

"You go to the house of sister-in-law" he said.

Then he passed leaving Bik Yah who was slightly dumbfounded. "My feeling or not, huh? Den Edzar is a little weird."

Meanwhile, Edzar who had arrived outside stood pressing the doorbell of the Halim family home. All he knows is filled Dava. Because both her in-laws and Safa live in Bandung.

Tong!

There is no lawfulness. Is Dava still in the office? Dava wasn't out of town.

Once again Edzar pressed the bell. This time there was the sound of approaching steps. Before long the gate opened, Dava's face was filled with astonishment.

"Why?" sniff the guy.

"You asked for a shaft meatball." And Edzar said.

"What?" ask Dava with a frown.

Patiently Edzar repeated his request. "I'm asking for a sauce."

For a moment Dava was silent. Maybe he thinks Edzar's crazy. "Buy, lah. Napa asked here. Nor is the seller," Dava said.

"Abang has the factory."

Dava's eyes almost rolled. What else is this?

"Appaan, anyway. Very amused Brother, Brother. Am I That brother?" sewot Dava's.

Flatly Edzar nodded. "My sister is your sister-in-law."

Dava shudders. His head turned left right, looking at the quiet complex atmosphere. Then back to Edzar.

"Hard times, huh?" mumbling slowly. "Go home! I don't have a meatball. Noh." Dava pointed to the right side. "You want, straight ... There will be an exit gate. Just walk to the left bit, there's a meatballs tuh aci wagon."

"Sono, ah, just disturb people, you devil," Dava said. Will turn.

"I'm not a demon."

"Bang, I'm serious about meatballs brother. Exactly what Safa ate at her Ig. Love a portion, come on, Bang. Please?" Edzar said that still with his expressionless face. The reason why Dava thinks he's possessed.

"Dam. How, the effect is like a brother-brother meatballs, huh?" lirih Dava is upset.

'Grandpa, what's your husband, anyway? How many weeks?' dongkol.

Many times Dava refused, many times Edzar also asked. No, rather force. The man followed her into the house. Of course Dava is uncomfortable.

In order to expel Edzar, finally with half-unclear he called one of his employees who served in the production field to be sent a package of aci meatballs to the house. Because even though he owns the factory as Edzar said, Dava has absolutely no stock.

After that, Edzar was willing to go back to his own home.

And Dava, he sent a message to his sister. She told him about her husband's strangeness.