SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 02

After buying vegetables, Safa went back up to her room, continuing to watch her screams Mrs Halim. Safa failed kli*max. Foreplay is getting screamed. The potatoes.

Safa had fallen on her stomach on the mattress, securing her position to watch. Not even pressing the play button, the hape rings asking for attention. Yes Salaamm ..it feels like he wants to swallow people right now.

“Why, Bang!” That's not a question. Seriously. Because Safa had no intention of asking.

“Etdah, Deck. Rough is very the same brother himself,” said Dava across there.

Yep. The eldest Dava called him. Safa twisting bolamata. This guy must have wanted. There's no way Dava's calling her if there's no need. They often relate when they need a prayer. Or if at home the fall even often fighting.

“Dek, you're at home ‘kan?”

“Emang since when is Safa not at home?” answer Safa ketus.

“Oh yes. Adek Abang is unemployed yes,” ledek Dava laughs.

Safa just sneered, gini idle is also often useful for Dava. Take a leftover file for example.

Wait for.

Safa's eyes were squeaking suspiciously. Slowly he asked. “Bang, Brother called Safa there must be shrimp behind the bakwan ‘kan? Ngaku, Bang!” todong Safa's.

“Wah .. tumben pinter adek Abang.”

Nah, kan. Safa's hunch is not wrong. His negative aura was already felt from earlier. Please .. deh. Do not ask Safa. Safa was lazy to come out. Weather's hot, bok …

When is Jakarta not hot, Saf? His inner.

But as always, Dava never cared about Safa's suffering. The man immediately sent Safa to his room and took the file on the desk. Otherwise, Safa is threatened not to get pocket money. Sucks.

Actually it's not a problem. After all, Safa can still get from her father. But still the money that Dava loves is not small in number. Baby, good for Chanel lipstick.

This is not the first time Safa has been asked to file back and forth. Both Dava and his father would often tell him that they forgot. Why, anyway, the two men were so happy to ration Safa. It makes no difference to Mrs Halim.

Safa is busy too. Busy means. It was a form of Safa's busyness as a home child.

“Pettings, Deck. Don't pack long!” Tut's.

Ish, bummer. With a stomping foot, Safa opened the door of Dava's room that was opposite her room. Then step towards the table equipped with ergonomic chairs in the corner of the room near the window.

Luckily Dava was a neat guy. So, it is not difficult for Safa to find a map with the characteristics in question.

What's the problem with him going up there? Mr. Iwan, his family's private driver is absent from returning home. Mother's sick. Where it's hot outside. Safa could not think she had to ride Gojek during the day. Oh my goodness .. Safa is dizzy.

Tinkling notification of consecutive messages entering his hape. It was Dava who continued to terrorize him to hurry up. How do you want to hurry? Safa is still confused about having to take a taxi or motorcycle taxi. Eventually the choice fell on the ojek because Dava continued to mop up until the hapenya had to be in silent.

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“You ride ojol?” ask Dava when Safa gets there.

With a frowning face, Safa answered ketus “Iya! Nih.” Safa handed over the bag with the file that Dava had requested.

Unexpectedly, Dava pulled her into the cafe where the man was going to meet. His face also looked a little confused.

Safa sneers. Just ask for a hurry. Turn to see his sister ride ojol even kayak not happy that.

Safa observes his unequivocal appearance. He's really angry. Lucky blouse the flowers disguise the absorbed sweat.

Where is her hair blistering anyway. Safa decided to go to the toilet for a while to improve her appearance. Forget the tacap-tacap (tuch up). He had brought powder and such.

Safa just washed her face and washed a little of her neck. Then wipe it with a tissue. Believe me, sunburn can only be soothed by washing your face, not a powdery putty that even adds weight to your face and pores.

Luckily Safa always tucked liptint and sunscreen in every bag. This is useful in an emergency like this. At least Safa's face was not pale and haggard. Safa came out of the bathroom in better condition. He went back to his place and ordered food.

While waiting, Safa busied herself looking through online shopping apps. While his brother was doing well, Safa would not waste it.

Yesterday she had a chance to see a beautiful dress that captivated her heart. Oh, don't forget a Korean skincare set that became his target.

Don't tell Safa this is matre. She was just trying to be realistic as a woman. According to Safa if there is a guy who says the girl is matre, not the girl is matre, but she is kere.

Yes, ‘kan? If he's rich he won't mind even if the girl asks for this. After all, Safa is not a collector of billions of bags. So it's still safe.

Since the trend of online shopping began to be crowded, Safa so rarely go to the Mall. According to him, the item can still be obtained online for what is tired out. But no doubt Safa also misses the atmosphere of shopping centers. Maybe he'll take his mother for a walk.

Safana Halim: Bang, shopeepay transfer, yes. Maksa safa.

Soon his phone clinks. Safa cringing. Is he really meeting again? How can you quickly reply to the message?

Davandra Halim: As always, enough?

Safana Halim : Hehe .. add a little bit. Pay because Safa was hot.

Safa replied complete with emot melas.

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“You bought skincare again?” ask Dava outside the cafe. Safa was told to wait for the man to meet, so be together.

The cute girl was a whiny displaying a sweet snort that could make anyone become anxious. Dava was drugged. “Hehe, yes ..”

“You already have your own closet to hold it,” said Dava frowning.

“Ya keep why? Her name is also a girl,” replied Safa Ketus.

“Yes girls, but you're the most maruk.”

“Udahlah, Bang .. This is an investment for Safa's face. Let's get a future husband who is unclean. If the face is blurry, which field of money would like to glance at.”

Dava could only glare half a sneer. He thought how much suffering his future brother-in-law would face the extravagant Safa and shopaholic.

“Udahlah. Capper said the same brother. Where the hell is the car, Bang? Hot, nih!”

With half a heart Dava pressed the remote control button of his car. Then there was a voice at the end of the parking lot. Safa rushed to run towards her brother's Pajero Sport.

Dava just shook his head at his sister's behavior. Safa is active and chatty like their Mother, especially when watching a drama. His mouth and body both can not stay still until the mattress becomes messy.