SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 21

Edzar close the jacket to ward off the increasingly piercing cold air when someone occupied a place beside him. The man turned his head slightly only to find Reno smoking with one arm crossed.

His gaze was straight ahead, just like Edzar who now turned his eyes back to activities in the back garden, where the barbeque event was taking place.

Everyone seems busy here and there, especially mothers who take an important role in cooking. The carefree laughter of children adds to the bustling as well as warm atmosphere. Their cuteness invites the anxiety of adults, not least Reno who now thrust a box filled with cigarettes on Edzar.

Now they both suck the nicotine substance calmly, creating smoke that instantly blends with the cold of the night wind.

Reno blew the white puff until it floated in the air. Accustomed to the heat of the capital makes Reno a little overwhelmed adjust the temperature difference received by his body.

Unlike Dona, the wife who was born in the land of Bogor. This made Reno attack Dona after the magrib. Either because of the cold air or indeed his desire as a man who adores the body of the wife. Reno did not know, the atmosphere was definitely suitable for it.

“His grandfather Dava was beautiful, yes,” he said suddenly.

Long time no answer, until then Edzar turned with his flat face. “Remember wife.”

Reno chuckled softly, as if Edzar had misunderstood. Reno is not the kind of guy who likes to be nice, of course he will always remember Dona and her son. But that's not what Reno wants to talk about right now. Not about him, but about his brother who until now is still single.

“Sure, Bang. Without my brother remind me that Dona always filled my head. I only voiced the contents of Abang's head.”

“You mean?” Edzar.

Reno raised her eyebrows staring at Edzar, “Come, Bang. Everyone will also think the same as me, including Brother.”

“That's why you suddenly talked to me about this?”

“Because I think the girl likes Brother,” Reno said as she shrugged. “Don't be too naive. Brother is not a plain man. A little bit sure to realize the twinkle of interest in his eyes.”

“Then?”

“Then? Why don't you just go near him? When will you continue to go by yourself? It's time to find a companion. I have also been waiting for a long time for a son-in-law from Abang.”

“Isn't Tirta getting married soon?”

Reno rolled her eyeballs. “Tirta by Tirta. Brother yes Brother. It has nothing to do.”

“There. We are both sons of Mother.”

“Terus wife Tirta wife Brother too, so?”

Edzar. “You crazy?”

“A crazy gate. Obviously what we are discussing here is Brother, not Tirta.” Reno snorted in annoyance.

“Serah,” replied Edzar kalem.

Reno could only perform respiration trying patiently. He should have known talking to Edzar was harder than talking to Citra, his son.

“It's hard to talk to brother. Stiff, stubborn anyway. No wonder every weekday that all men see, go home to see Bik Yah. There is no entertainment. Once a date, cake, same beautiful woman. Vacation work instead of playing even busy reading political books, you want to nominate the board?”

Edzar breathed smoke in his mouth, ignoring Reno's tangled expression like a muddled string. Edzar just found out Reno's this chatty. He felt like he was serving women instead of men.

The arrival of Dona made Edzar thousands to give thanks, finally the parrot was taken away by his handler. Reno doesn't know that in Kejari is not just a male employee, did the man forget the existence of a female prosecutor?

Just now Edzar enjoyed the tranquility, the reappearance of a person again disturbed his own time. The figure that had become a lip between himself and Reno now stands before him with a special grin that lately Edzar always saw.

His narrow eyes sank further leaving a very sweet curved line. It is true said Reno, anyone will not be able to deny the charm of this girl, Safana Halim is too shining to be said ugly.

But unfortunately all that did not necessarily make Edzar dropped the choice on him. Although he could not lie that Safa's smile often made him fixated for a moment.

That's normal, isn't it? Not that he was interested in feelings. Any man would be the same if he met something interesting in the opposite sex. It's not about the physical, but about the heart that can change at any time.

Maybe Edzar can say that now, because no one knows what will happen in the future. It could all change in an instant, because there is a God who throws the heart of man.

“Combust it, Om.” Safa held out a skewer of grilled corn that gave off a seductive fragrance. Edzar accepted and thanked him briefly.

Actually Safa wanted to linger, but the row of corn on the tray he brought demanded it to be quick. Safa was like a hawker when asked to share it by Aunt Miranti. Why not just get together?

Some do, but not a few people who stay away from the crowd there, as well as Edzar who likes to be alone, or other busy in the form of a phone that temporarily takes time.

Safa passed after saying goodbye to Edzar. The man nodded, his eyes following Safa who sauntered from before him. What Edzar did not realize, he never looked at someone for that long, especially women. If it's like this isn't he impressed to deny the feeling?

Only God and Edzar knew what was in his heart.

***

“Safa?”

“Eh, Aunt?” Safa turned her head and slightly gasped to find someone behind her. He immediately turned around when he saw the figure walking over.

“What are you doing?”

Safa smiled nervously. “It ... Safa again makes warm milk, Auntie. Aunt want?”

A soft smile was imprinted on her baby's beak face. His head shook slowly the sign he refused, “No, I do not drink milk before going to bed.”

Safa felt that sentence as if affirming that she was immature. Was Safa being too paranoid because of her mother Edzar's words this morning? Not only himself who likes to drink milk at night ‘kan?

Aunt Dyah approached the gallon of filling a small pot made of water hearing glass. Safa looked at that back with mixed feelings. Nothing wrong at all. Edzar's mother was kind, but somehow Safa felt that she didn't like him a little.

Not without reason Safa thought that way. This afternoon he accidentally caught Aunt Dyah who was staring at him with an unusual look. The woman seemed to be observing herself secretly, because when their eyes met, Aunt Dyah immediately commented a smile and turned her eyes away. Is he wrong?

I don't know, mother and son are both hard to guess.

Safa intended to go to the room first because she was done, but suddenly Aunt Dyah made a sound to hold her back. Forcing Safa to last longer with discomfort there.

“You like my son?”

So this is the point here? Not a coincidence apparently.

Safa was silent, confused as to what to answer. Does he have to be honest now? When everything is still unclear?

“Means Aunt?”

Silent for long enough. Women of different generations were staring at each other in the dim light of the kitchen. Safa only realized Aunt Dyah was so high that she had to look up.

His heart cursed, this way Safa increasingly looks small. Like the Edzar family on average has the gene pole electricity. Oh, my God, make it less.

“You must have heard that eyes explain everything.”

Safa blinked, a little confused as to what was actually being talked about, blaming her limp brain.

“I see all that from your eyes. You like Edzar. And if I'm right, you're trying to get his attention?”

For a moment Safa was fixated, staring blankly at the wall behind the woman's body before her. Safa has never been this nervous before, is that what it's like to interact with parents? Please tell her what to do.

Safa turned her eyes back to Mama Edzar, trying to muster up the courage to make a sound. Damn, where is his sky-high self-confidence? Why did it disappear when needed? It's like a friend who comes right there's only need. Canda friend.

“If true, will Auntie allow me to approach Edzar?”