SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
Short 1's
"Ibra don't!"
Prak!
Be late. Safa had just approached the son who was playing with her husband's partner's son. And guess what Ibra just did. Right, Ibra just threw his playmate's cell phone. Not just thrown, but hit the wall very hard.
"Astaghfirullah, son .. Mami told you not to be naughty, do not like rusakin people's stuff." Safa grabs Ibra who reluctantly stops her action to damage the phone.
He stared at the flat object that had been crushed into a wreckage. Staring guiltily at the child in front of her, Safa tried to apologize and hugged her as the child began sobbing in tears.
"Cityaaa ... Papaa ... hix .. hix .. hix ..."
There were steps coming from inside the house. Edzar and his co-workers appeared with curious looks.
"Why? What's up, Mam? That's why it's crying?" ask Edzar to Safa.
Wijaya, Edzar's friend immediately approached his son who roared with his feet rubbing the floor. "Hey ... Brother is crying? Shame to know."
While Safa, he looked at Edzar. His eyes glanced at the broken phone below them. Edzar understood immediately.
"Yes my. Mas, you naughty again? Be honest with Papi, you broke that phone?"
Ibra scowled not answering. But his look seemed to be scolded. Edzar was only able to waste his breath, he turned to look at his friend who was now busy calming his raging son.
"Jay, I'm so sorry, huh? I'll transfer for damages."
"Well, sir, it's not really necessary."
"Sir papa, I don't feel good about it. Again sorry, huh? Ibra really likes rusakin cell phone, I don't know what the benefits for him," ringis Edzar shy.
"The name is also a small child, sir, not knowing anything yet. They will act if they do not like it. Maybe Mr. Edzar's son doesn't like looking at cell phones?"
"When I go home, sir. We can continue the discussion in the office, yes?"
"Oh, yes. Again sorry."
Wijaya nodded with a smile. He took the crumbs of his cell phone that Edzar handed over, then led his son on a motorbike. He honks and then says hello before leaving.
Tin!
"Come, sir, Mom, assalamualaikum!"
"Waalaikumsalam .." sahut Edzar and Safa.
The two then looked at Ibra behind them. The boy stood up with an innocent scowling face. Edzar again took a breath. He walked up to the son and took him to be carried.
Ibra had done wrong, but as much as possible Edzar would not snap at him even though he was angry. At best he would punish Ibra for writing numbers and letters one full sheet. If it is not finished Ibra will not be loved by the king. He gave this to his family. If Ibra is not given pocket money, no one will give it because the child is serving a sentence.
Edzar sends Ibra down in the living room, asking Safa to watch over the boy while he goes to work. Before long Edzar appeared carrying a paper and pen, he placed it in front of Ibra.
"Keeps know what's wrong?" sanya asked.
Ibra nodded kalem. He took the polio paper and the pen and started writing alpabets from A to Z. Ibra has memorized it so often.
No wonder at the age of just 3 years he was fluent in writing numbers and letters, even arranging them into a sentence.
"Mommy keep an eye on it, yeah. Watch out, don't cheat you. Papi knows where Mami's or Ibra's original writing is."
Safa grimaces. He often helped Ibra secretly. Apparently it was known to Edzar without him noticing. Well, maybe later he himself gets the law.
"I'm sorry, Mom, Mami can't help now" she told Ibra.