SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 195

"Where are you going? He said it's still on leave?"

Instead of answering, Edzar went through it. His face was still as sour as last night. Safa followed the man to the front door. It turns out that Edzar met their families who wanted to go home.

Inevitably Safa held her mouth back to ask. He also greets one family and approves of those who pray for the child in the stomach.

Not infrequently Safa glanced at Edzar who still ignored him. Something seemed to be pinching. Safa sad. Safa didn't like Edzar to silence her like this.

After everyone had gone home, it should have been Safa's chance to get Edzar to talk. But the man locked himself in the study. She was running out of sense to persuade her husband. What should Safa do?

Because of being bullied, Safa just went home to her parents. It is good to marry a neighbor like this. If lazy at the husband's house, Safa can go home alone.

His body immediately crashed when he found the sofa. He scoops a jar of chips at the table and takes it into a hug. A moment later Dava came from the kitchen with a glass of juice in his hand.

The man frowned in surprise to see the brother who was devouring his potato chips. It seems like Dava did choose the wrong place to work.

His intention is to finish work in the living room because of boredom in the workspace continues. Eh, even there is interference from human beings so-called events.

"Remain you, Dek? Having a husband instead of a donkey is stray here. It's playing with people's food. Not polite." Dava grumbling. Trying to take the jar from Safa.

Of course Safa would not give up. "What apaan, Bang. Very cool on its own. No sister's not a husband everything's hot."

Dava's forehead wrinkled. "Biantem?"

Safa did not answer. He was just a manyun while continuing to maintain his chips. Dava, who was afraid of hurting his nephew, gave up. He let the jar stay in the arms of his sister.

Then put his ass in there. Raise your feet on the table and start turning on the laptop. He called Bik Inem to bring him a new snack, which was then taken by the Aunt. Before long the middle-aged woman returned with a setoples of balado-flavored cassava chips.

"Why, anyway? Just had the class just fought you guys?" ask Dava after Bik Inem passes.

"Or. From the suddenness of the sentiment, "close Safa before she devours chips and chews them with bars. "Udah that Safa dicuekin semaleman."

"You must be looking for something." Dava already knew his sister's habits.

Edzar couldn't silence anyone for no reason.

"Don't you give me rations, huh?" guess Dava again.

"What then? The guy he went to sleep after Safa said that."

Dava looked at his sister suspiciously. "What are you talking about?"

"What?"

"Are you talking about what Edzar was like when your husband was kayaking it?"

Safa thought for a moment. Then answer lightly. "Safa just asked, if Safa died how?"

Silent.

Dava was silent for a moment. His voice instantly flatly looked at the younger brother who seemed to have nothing wrong. He also sniffed. "Be."

"What?"

"Not to be so British!"

"Yes, you don't have to be so cool about Safa being*go!"

"Yes, you're be*go, anyway. How Edzar did not imitate you. That you discussed death."

Safa cringing. What's wrong? Safa just asked.

"Denger, yes, Deck. Everywhere people talk about death, nothing will be mediocre. This topic is sensitive. Moreover, you speak the same couple. Yes, obviously one of you will be disturbed. Mindfulness. Not his fidgeting. I'm sure Edzar didn't actually sleep all night."

"Bet her eyes item or not red. Sono look. If you're a real brother, love Mercedes Benz."

Safa's lips are pursed. Yes timing?

Safa's eyes fell on the tray she was carrying. Safa stopped the middle-aged woman's steps.

"Who's that for, Bik?"

Bik Yah lowered his head. "Oh ... This it? Den Edzar asked for a rib soup masakin."

Rib soup? Is Edzar cravings again?

"Same sambel?" tanya Safa while staring at the ulekan rawit separated in a different bowl.

"Yes. Where he says the cab has to be 50."

Kontan Safa is amazed. "Itungin's aunt?"

"That's it."

"Lha, why do I have to count anyway, Bik. Will A Edzar not know too?"

"Who said? Neng Safa did not know Bibi had been back and forth how many times just because of the problem of sambel. I don't know how the story of Den Edzar's guess can be so accurate. Auntie so felt watched fit again in the kitchen. That's why this one's really his aunt itungin cab."

"That's? How, weird, huh?"

"Yes, right? Sometimes I like Den Edzar nyeremin tuh."

Safa nodded. His mind is still branching.

"Yes already, Bik. Just let Safa bring it, okay?"

"Lho's? Could anyway? Fear Neng Safa stomach why-why. Go up the stairs, you know, Neng." Bik Yah seems doubtful and worried.

"No papa, Bik. Safa slowly walked. This is the wish of the Dedek who wants to see his Papi."

Sorry, yes, Utun. Sell your name for a moment. After Papi you make Mami anxious.

"That's it, huh? Candidate Papi Mami both crave? Yes, I have, deh. These. But be careful, Neng? If Neng Safa's up to anything, Bibi could get raged Bear."

Safa chuckled at the analogy of Bik Yah towards Edzar. He also received the tray containing Sop Iga and Sambel from the hands of Bik Yah. Then climb the stairs slowly. Of course the aunt watched from below. Edzar's home assistant was only able to be relieved after Safa arrived upstairs.

Safa knocked on Edzar's office door. There's no answer. On a whim he pressed his knob which turned out to be unlocked. Carefully he opened the wooden object with one shoulder as both of his hands were busy holding the tray.

Safa got in. He turned his eyes to look for Edzar. He frowned when Edzar was not in his chair. So where is her husband?

His ears hear a voice. Safa tried to follow where the voice came from. And it looks like it came from the sofa by the window. The location that turned back to the door made Safa could not see it directly.

Slowly Safa approached. Until the sound of it was getting clearer.

A moment later Safa was fixated on what she saw. Edzar lay on the couch. Is the man sleeping? But, Safa clearly heard his voice.

Just sec. Edzar's shoulders also seemed to shake. What exactly is going on?

Safa quickly put the tub on the table. Then he approached the husband who was not yet aware of his presence.

A little difficult Safa sat herself on the floor, right next to Edzar's head that was set on the sofa.

At first he doubted. But Safa wanted to make sure of her ridiculous guess about her husband.

He rubbed the messy black hair slowly. "A Uda?" call him.

Edzar's shoulders are shaking. And Safa was more and more convinced by what she was thinking.

"A Uda?"

"A cry, huh?"