SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 28

“Which father will not be anxious to find his son has not come home until night? You go down at the bookstore and tell Mr. Iwan to come home first what does that mean? It's been called hard, who wouldn't think bad?”

Madam Halim approached rubbing her husband's arm soothingly.

“You're serious at Oma's house? Not anywhere else?” ask Mr. Halim to investigate.

Silent.

It had an impact on Edzar who unconsciously looked fixed on Mr. Halim. I don't know what he was thinking until it was like that. Clearly, there was a speck of anxiety arising in the corner of his heart. Is it a form of concern for people we know?

A few seconds later Mr. Halim sighed in relief, perhaps Safa managed to prove herself not to lie.

“Ya. You take good care of yourself. Don't get sick. Don't forget to eat too. Beware if I hear you why, I'll lock you up for a month at home.”

After that, Mr. Halim lowered his hand a sign that he had finished speaking. His eyes looked at the wife who seemed to be demanding an answer. Instantly his lips smirked a smile.

“Safa is fine, he's real at Mom's house, I heard Miranti.”

Madam Halim sighed. “Thankful ...”

A second later, he grumbled. “The child. Always create confusion. Sok-sok’an not pick up the phone again. Though every second hold the phone.”

Mr. Halim chuckled. “Say you're worried.”

“Pas at home only you omelin continue, his son's turn is not there, lonely ‘kan?”

Lady Halim threw away her face, and that was when her gaze fell upon Edzar. Instantly his eyes puffed up toward the young man.

“Gosh .. Geez sorry, Son Edzar. I forgot there was still someone here. Thanks for the challenge, yes. Very well washed.”

The call made Edzar flinch from daydreams. His head shook faintly trying to shake off the strange question in his brain. Since when did he become so curious about someone's circumstances, especially those he just knew.

“It's okay, Auntie. You welcome. I should be grateful, and it is my duty to return it clean. Then I'm sorry.”

***

Miranti looked at her nephew who was sitting on the bed. They just finished calling her sister Safa's father.

His probing gaze was trying to guess what reason brought the child here. Not what, Safa is considered the most anti with the Omanya house, especially if you have to stay overnight.

Just as Miranti was coming home from work, the girl came in an unusual vehicle. Since when is his beautiful nephew willing to ride the ojol?

“Tumben you play here, it's so nginap anyway.”

Safa swerved with her lips slightly pursed. “What's wrong with Safa visiting Oma's house? Safa is also her grandson.”

Miranti nodded.

“Who at that time was crying making a furore so much he did not want to stay here?” His tone sounded ordinary, but actually Miranti was insinuating.

He remembered very well the incident after his engagement with Tirta last time. Safa's fear of ghosts became the main reason the girl avoided this house. But look now, Safa intends to stay and that is enough to make Miranti wonder.

The silent atmosphere made Miranti sigh. Whether it's just his feelings or it's true, Safa is not as happy as usual. Miranti guessed the girl was upset.

“You okay?”

“Tante listen ... You like someone?” ask Miranti lamat-jambat. “What does your turmoil now have to do with it?”

Safa lowered her head, swinging her legs hanging from the side of the bed. This made Miranti even more convinced that her nephew was being hit by emotional problems. Gently, Miranti reached out to embrace the girl's shoulder, gently rubbing there.

“Say, what makes you so moody that you're willing to leave home and stay at a haunted house?” His voice was witty as he said the last sentence.

Safa swerves. What the fuck is that tant. Look, she ‘kan so parno. Safa rubbed her goosebumps neck while looking here and there. Oma Halim's large and antique-impressed house reminds Safa of the horror films she's seen with Kamila.

Not to mention the existence of a clock that sounded with an echoing voice. Hiih .. kok, Oma same Aunt Miranti at home anyway stay here. Moreover, Oma, she refused when offered a renovation by her children.

This house is very neat and well maintained. Safa also knows well the ornaments and jars of the Oma collection are fantastically valuable. But what good are those expensive things if the house has ghosts.

Miranti chuckled at the look of misgivings on her nephew's face. He was still curious about the voice that Safa said the ghost was.

Miranti's lifetime living in this house has never once experienced a mystical event. That's why he couldn't believe it when Safa said there was a ghost.

But now is not the time to ask that, there is a much more important thing and it concerns Safa's heart and feelings.

“Relax .. no ghosts, really. Aunt just kidding. You are a coward.”

“Now say same Aunt, what problem do you have?”

“What is this about someone you like?”

“Why? Does he not like you? Or does he like someone else? Say the same Aunt, Aunt will love you tips on how to hook a man who is powerful and effective.”

Slowly Safa's head looked up, then turned to look at her tantalizing goal. “Safa unsure ..” clean with limp face.

Jesus, his nephew is really sick! Never once had Miranti seen Safa this cloistered.

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“Author what?”

“It looks like he doesn't like Safa. But Safa doesn't know if she likes other people or doesn't ..”

Miranti is still listening.

“So it was noon Safa saw him enter the cafe with the girls. From his shirt it looks like they're friends.”

Miranti was silent, her head immediately concluding something. He was focusing the same on clothes.

“Shirt? You mean uniform?”

Safa nodded.

“You .. fancied a schoolgirl ... Safa?” ask carefully.

Safa gaped in disbelief. Seriously, out of the many words that he spoke his aunt came to such a conclusion? And of the different types of uniforms, why should school uniforms?

Safa frowning, “Tante thinks Safa likes to flocking?”

“Oh ... no, well?” miranti muttered almost inaudibly.