SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 201. ENDINGS

A year and a half later ...

"Belg ... One more, Boy."

"Hap! Pinter." Edzar rubbed his son's thin hair.

The boy muttered as he continued to chew on the food that the father had just prepared. Letting the big hand wipe the edges of his mouth with a soft, smooth cloth that he always wears every meal.

Ibrahim Maulana Edzar's. Safa and Edzar's baby who has now grown into a cute and adorable toddler.

Edzar put his hand away. Smiling shady looking closely at the movement of the son who focused on playing small yellow and light green dinosaurs. Squeeze and smash it on the floor. His roar looked stifling and curious. He occasionally bites with four milk teeth sticking out of his gums.

Edzar chuckles. Pull the doll out of her son's mouth. "Drink first, son. You made it dirty again. Even though Papi washed yesterday," he said while offering a small cup that was again Dinosaur-patterned.

The tiny lips sipped the straw voraciously. Edzar could not resist the anxiety to pinch his spiny round cheeks by a powder apron. Then he kissed, rubbed his nose, inhaled the aroma of the typical fragrance of a fresh baby and always make him excited.

Edzar laughed in response to the small slap on his face. Seeing his son who was angry and careless. And more and more of a snarl when his mouth throws a funny babble that not everyone understands what it means.

"Oh ... Auh ... Pips ..."

"Oh ... Auh ..."

"Haha .... Why, Honey? Hem's? Same with Papi, huh?"

"Sorry, huh? You're adorable." Edzar landed the last kiss before distancing his face.

Cleaned his son's various-color breakfast cutlery. Then put it on the table for a while.

"Come, you played Bik Yah first, huh? Papi's gonna take a shower." Then he carried the tiny body and took it out of the room.

"Sir, what else?" Tanya Edzar found Bik Yah who was already in front of his room. The middle aged woman was looking for something.

Bik Yah immediately stood up. "Ehhh ... Papi Ganteng and Young Master Ganteng. Morning, Cute ...." Fat hands Bik Yah menoel-noel chewy cheeks Ibrahim.

The toddler looked uncomfortable keeping his face away. Unmitigated, he also pinched and squeezed Bik Yah's hand until the woman grimaced in pain.

"Ouch. The handsome is still fierce, yes, Den."

"Ibra, it can't be," said Edzar, clutching his son's little fingers.

"Sorry, yes, Bik. Auntie knows Ibra doesn't like people's touch a little."

"It's okay, Den. Den Ibra taste is high. He wants to be held by cute people."

Edzar chuckles. "Especially not. Om and the tantenya handsome and beautiful all. He still doesn't want to."

"That means her instincts are picky. Reasonable, Den. Such a small child still likes to be vigilant with the people around him. Aunt's granddaughter in the village also, do not want to be carried if not the same parents. Very shy of his son. The Ibra. It seems that most of its nature is down from Den Edzar. Auntie remembers Den Edzar as well. Haha ..."

Edzar smile. "I'd like to drop Ibra for a second, Bik. Can you?"

"Oh, I can. Of course I can. Where's Den Edzar going?"

"You take a shower, Bik. The afternoon rush. We're going for a walk."

"Oh, yes. Yes, put the Den Mother in the living room, Den. Toys as well. Let Aunt beware."

Edzar nodded. Then down the stairs to the living room there is a large television and a large carpet. He sat Ibra there. Letting his son move freely crawl and walk to and fro.

"Ibra was here first, huh, son? Papi get ready first. We'll play outside."

After saying that Edzar rushed up to the room. Pick up the toy bag and quickly bring it back to the living room.

Without waiting for a long time he took a bath and prepared according to his promise that would take Ibra for a walk.

.........

"Oh ... Auh ..." Ibra pointed to a tame animal inside a short fence that was child-friendly in height. Maybe only half Edzar's calf.

"That's Iguana" Edzar said, crouching around his son's waist from behind.

Ibra's body was on enthusiastic tiptoes. "Sin."

Edzar chuckled, smelling the small back. A second later Ibra dragged him slightly next door.

"Bigg!" loudly shouting.

Edzar laughed again. "Yes. Rabbit, Honey."

"Nunus?"

"There's no dinosaur."

Ibra looked at him. His eyes blinked innocently. Edzar stared for a moment because the expression reminded him of someone.

"Pipe! Na's!" Ibra's cry broke the reverie.

Edzar blinked, sighed and followed his son's gaze. It turned out to be a dancing fountain that was swerving in the middle of the lake.

Again he was glued. A memory ran in his brain without being able to prevent it. Edzar gulped. "Ibra want to see that?"

Ibra did not answer. But his eyes that could not be separated staring at the attraction of water enough to make Edzar understand that his son was interested.

Then he held Ibra, bringing it closer to the edge of the lake, right next to the statue of half the body of the initiator of the Asian-African Conference.

Yep. This morning Edzar took his son to Kiara Artha Park. The streets saw small zoos and other places that would have made Ibra interested.

Edzar smiled at Ibra. Moreover, seeing the flabbergasted look of his son with wide eyes and half-open lips. Absolutely adorable.

He looked ahead. His gaze looked over at the whistling of the fountain that moved with rhythm.

"Fudget ...." Ibra blew spit with pursed lips. Edzar shook his head, reaching for the handkerchief in his pants pocket. Then wiping the drool that splashed soaked the little man's chin.

"Ibaa ....!"

A woman approached with her cheerful face. Her pashmina fluttered in the wind as she ran closer.

"Ibra Dear ...."

Edzar stared flatly at the woman who was now smiling brightly at his son. Take over that tiny body. He raised it high and a little bit.

Ibrahim chuckling. The woman rubbed her nose. Tickling her distended belly wrapped in a white T-shirt matching the father.

His feet were in the air. His laughter rattled Edzar's now warming heart. Staring at the two with a peaceful and serene feeling.

The woman looked. Throw a smile at him. "Have you eaten yet?"

Edzar. Still with a flat face.

Edzar's response did not necessarily melt a soft smile like an Angel. He took Edzar's hand. Summarize it in his grasp while holding Ibra in his other hand.

"But don't pout. Yes, Mommy was wrong. Mom apologized for not keeping her promise. Yesterday wanted to go straight home, but Kamila did not take a reunion with her High School friends. Sorry, huh?"

"Now we are three ways. Yes, right, handsome?"

Cup.

Ibra giggled amusedly receiving a kiss on her cheek.

"Do you know where our clothes come from?" ask Edzar flat.

Contant lips that polished nude lipstick was pursed find Edzar who was still acting cold.

"So Bik Yah sent you your photos."

"Russia, dong. Don't be angry. Later tonight Mami love gift. Promise."

Edzar raised one eyebrow. "What gift?"

"Secret." The woman smiled. Blinking one eye and leaving with Ibra.

Edzar looked at the two from behind. Brazing a smile with a shady look. Their laughter mingled creating opium. Presents a happy, contagious hue. Make hearts go along.

He then followed, embracing his two favorite people and giving them one kiss at a time.

"You miss me" she whispered slowly.

The woman looked up, until their eyes met and glued to each other. The corner of his lips lifted to form the most beautiful smile in Edzar's eyes.

"Safa is also missing."

Both smiling. Safa rested her head on the chest of the husband's field. Edzar was embracing his wife's son from behind. Watching the dancing fountain that once carved a story at different times.

"We should go here tonight. Night's better to know."

Edzar rested his chin on the hijab of his wife. "If Ibra sleeps at night. Poor thing."

"Oh, yeah, yeah." Safa nodded. Then kissed the head of his son who perfumed baby shampoo.

"Abraham. Mami's handsome, who are you taking, honey?"

Edzar snorted laughter. Ibra didn't answer her mother's questions at all. Safa pursed looking at her own busy son.

"Kangen mimi looks like it" said Edzar, who saw Ibra playing Safa's chest.

"Bapy too?" tanya Safa looked up.

Edzar. "Hmm," he muttered with a faint smile. Then kissed the lightning lips Safa. Who instantly got a small blow from the woman.

"Isa. I don't know a place, anyway. It's a public place. There's Ibra too."

"Yes already. Let's go home."

"Well?" ask Safa was-was.

"Rapaine again? Take off the miss. Two days Uda can't ration."

Safa rolled her eyes lazily. "Keep Ibra want to be accompanied?"

"Titip Oma equals Opa."

"Gotty you, yeah, A. Ibra hasn't enjoyed the mimic."

Now it was Edzar's turn to turn his eyes. "Alagain Ibra. Ibra is more selfish if you are. He never briefly let us alone together," he frowned considering the son's infuriating attitude.

Safa chuckled at the hearing. He rubbed Edzar's biceps for a moment, then replied. "Yes already, later tonight Ibra we titip Mommy, huh?"

"Don't pout that, dong. Safa's getting tired."

Kontan Edzar is back. "Really, huh?"

"He'em." Safa nodded.

"Seriously?"

"Two rius."

Edzar's smile expands. His hand held a hug on the wife's waist. He squid the side of the head wrapped in the pastel pashmina. Inhaling his unfettered fragrance made him intoxicated.

Finally she can have some time alone with her Mom Ibra.

Ibra, sorry Papi. In fact, your Mami is more tempted by Papi's burly muscles than your belly full of fat.

..............EXPIRE...............