SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 22

“1001 tasty and simple pudding recipe ala home.”

“What is this? Do you want to make pudding?” asked Mrs Halim when she managed to spell a sentence on her son's phone.

Safa shriveled around her phone, since when did her mother lean towards her?

“Mother anything is hgintip-ngintip!”

“What guests do you read so?” Lady Halim ignored Safa's screeches, she was already curious about what her daughter was doing.

Safa scowled sharply. “Kepo!” resounding.

Mistress Halim's mouth was slightly open to find Safa's reply. “This is a child, yes ... When are you not kayaking?”

“Mother also when the hell not to mengomelin Safa?”

“Apaan is not connecting very well. Who's nagging? Mommy just asked that you want to make pudding or what?”

“Not a Mother affair!”

“Ck. Wandering ya you!”

Mrs Halim is still at home in her position. His probing gaze saw Safa docked at the car door. Their behavior is already similar to Upin Ipin who faced Kak Ros.

The small noise invited Mr. Halim's attention in the front passenger seat to make him look at the two. What else does mother and child have to say?

“Rame. What's up, anyway?”

Mrs Halim corrected her position away from Safa, even with Safa who re-enforced her body leaning on the car seat. Both of his hands were folded complete with an annoyed expression and pursed lips.

“It, Dad. Her time searching-searching how to make pudding?”

Mr Halim frowned, “Ya .. continues? Something wrong?” He really didn't understand what made his wife that big.

“Safa looking for recipes, Dad. That means he wants to make something.”

“Terus?”

“Kok, continues, anyway? Yes danger, lah.”

“What?”

“Ish! I forgot, huh? Last time Safa stomped on the kitchen she almost made our house fire!”

“Bwahahaha ..”

“Dava!” Mr. Halim glared, “Focus! You are driving again. Don't laugh like that. Danger!”

Suddenly Dava closed his lips and cleared his throat. “Ehm. Sorry, Father.”

Because of the viral artist's accident, Mr. Halim became parnoan when riding in a car. Obviously Dava who has always been the material of the man's hospitality.

They were on their way home from the top. Although previously had to fight with traffic jams, but thankfully now Dava's Pajero Sport has gone out of the toll gate. The risk of vacationing on the weekend is like this, must be patient in queuing on the road.

This time there is no agenda riding Edzar's car, because Aunt Erika herself went home with Erina and her fiance. Looks like it was all their plan. But Safa was no problem, she thanked him instead. Safa could have time alone with Edzar.

Edzar himself went home to his parents in Depok. A little disappointed, anyway. Moreover, Safa felt that Aunt Dyah was trying to make a distance between herself and Edzar. Again Safa was ill-judged. But the reality seems clear.

From morning Safa was very difficult to get close to Edzar. There's a reason Aunt Dyah called him. Kan safa so felt the woman was on purpose, so that she did not have space to just be close together.

Indeed after the Safari Park all decided to go straight home, especially those who have to go back to work on Monday. Many children sulk because they are still at home playing, but thankfully their parents can handle it.

The next day Safa woke up in her usual spirit. Despite knowing Edzar was staying at Depok, Safa still took the time to look at the window. Who knew Edzar sent his tribe to greet Safa, yes ‘kan?

Said Prabu Siliwangi times that could be seven.

After the shower and breakfast, Safa returned to her room to prepare. He wants to go shopping for materials at the supermarket. After a heated debate with her parents, Safa was finally allowed to experiment in the kitchen, with Bik Inem having to accompany her.

Fruits already, gelatin already, UHT milk already, vanilla already. Especially, huh?

Bruk!

“Eh, sorry .. sorry, I was not accidentally.”

“You have no eyes anyway? Look at my groceries so splattered! Eggs broken!”

“Sorry, Mom. I was completely unintentional ..”

“Sorry sorry! I don't want to know if you're changing all my groceries!”

Safa turned her head when she heard the commotion behind her. About 5 meters from where he was standing, two women seemed to be struggling. The floor below looks dirty because of the scattered groceries.

Safa frowned walking over, making sure that her vision was not wrong. And it's true, Safa recognized one of them.

“Bu Sinta?”

The woman called Sinta turned her head, a glimpse of her face looking surprised when she saw Safa. Naturally, the last time they met when Safa graduated High School, he was one of the teachers there.

“Mother how are you?”

“Safa? Alhamdulillah ..my good news. You ... shop also?”

Safa nodded with a smile, “Iya, Bu.” Then his eyes looked at the stuff scattered at his feet. Safa looked up again at Bu Sinta. “This ... why?”

“Heh! Tell me about this, yeah. If the road is careful! Don't be careless! Make people lose!”

Safa flinched as well as Sinta, she forgot there was still someone else here. Instantly Sinta felt ashamed of her students, even the people there who began to pay attention.

“Bu, once again I'm sorry, I was completely unintentional. I'm sorry-”

“Alah ... most of your talk! Sorry not enough! Change my groceries!”

Sinta fell silent as if thinking of something, and Safa realized the unrest her teacher was experiencing. I don't know what made Sinta so angry for so long, but her instinct told her that Sinta needed help.

Safa turned to the mothers who were still in an angry fashion, her eyes glancing back at the messy items. And when Safa catches the officer's whereabouts, Safa increasingly feels compelled to do something about it.

Glanced back Sinta who looked down with restless feelings, then the stingy mothers who still survive with their spooky eyes.

Safa did not expect that she would experience this kind of situation. Seeing the loyal Sinta speechless, Safa was forced to act as a savior.

“Ehm. Look Ma'am. If you don't mind, I record what items are damaged, then take a new one at the counter according to the amount that must be replaced, yes Mom. Let me pay later.” Safa grimaced softly. Once in a while being a superhero doesn't hurt ‘kan?

“Well! It dong daritadi!” The stingy mothers passed by stomping their feet.

Safa turned to Sinta who was looking at her with guilt. Safa smiled awkwardly, hopefully her actions just now did not offend Sinta who incidentally is her teacher.

Safa's pure intention helped, because what she saw Sinta needed a little of that.

“Safa .. sorry you had to watch this, instead you sacrificed rupiah to help me. I'm really grateful to you, I'll definitely change everything. Actually not I don't want to be responsible, but ..”

“Sstt .. already, Mom. It's okay, really. Safa sincere anyways, hehe.” Fortunately he had his own savings on the debit card, so Safa did not have to worry about having to use money from the money.

“But I really don't feel good about you. I will change, yes?”

Safa smiled and nodded. “Mom can change anytime, no need to rush is also okay.”

Sinta smiled. The most beautiful students at that time were famous for being kind. Sinta was proud to have been her teacher. Although Safa is not an accomplished student, but she still shines in her own way.

“Safa?”

Safa looked up to hear the call. And at once his mouth was half in disbelief.

Hey ... is this a reunion? Why are there so many people today from the ash-white period?