SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 32
“Threat?” Edzar snorted, “He threatened it means I was right, didn't he?”
“As long as there is evidence, what are you afraid of?” continued again.
“Pak, why are you so brave ... Was yesterday's bullet not scary enough?” ask Doni greget.
Edzar exhaled in response to Doni, one of his staff at the Prosecutor's Office. He stepped slowly closer to the console table in the room, tapping his finger slowly.
“Listen, Doni. We are a Law Enforcement Agency. It is like we enter a house, then find four pillars that become the main buffer. It can be understood that the house can be upright if the four pillars remain standing firmly and support each other. Likewise, the house will collapse if one or even all four pillars are damaged and fragile. There are also four pillars in our country. The four are equally important. And if one of the law enforcement has been tarnished as a result of the actions of one of the law enforcement officers, then it is certain that the law will not work properly, he said, and dispel the public's sense of trust in law enforcement itself.”
“The question is, what do you think will happen if the law in a country is already chaotic? Are you willing to watch your own country crumble because of unbalanced justice?”
Silent. Doni wants to feel slapped. What is he really thinking? His own self-interest? Edzar was right, if it wasn't for those who did justice, then who? Hundreds of millions of people will suffer for their selfishness.
“Whatever person we are going to prosecute, as long as that person is wrong, the law should still apply as it should. We can't ignore millions of people just to protect one person who is proven guilty.”
Doni nodded stiffly. Whatever the reason there is no justification for an act of corruption. Whether it's small or big. But the problem is, they will still be able to stand upright when one threat after another comes to destroy the defense.
The incident that hit Edzar not long ago was enough to give him a blow. Surprisingly Edzar himself can still be that calm. Really mental steel. The bullet was almost in his head.
“Trial in a moment. No wonder a defendant is in the fog looking for a solution. All you have to do is take care of yourself. No one knows when you will die.”
Doni glared in horror, “Pak ... are you poetry? Why so creepy? I ‘kan so do not want to go home. I'm a bachelor, sir, living alone. Hearing my Father's words become afraid of myself.”
Edzar threw his body in the chair, ignoring the pias Doni, trying hard to gulp.
“You're a bachelor then I what? I also own.”
Suddenly Doni had an epiphany. His face was staring at Edzar.
“Pak ..” call him slowly.
Edzar turned his head unsuspectingly, asking through the eyes.
“I myself, father also myself ..”
“How about we stay together?”
Edzar was silent with a flat face. Then soon he threw a ballpoint pen up to about Doni's eel. The man grimaced of course.
“Your sentence is scarier than death.”
***
Jeans kulot and blouse sweet Korean flowers are attached to Safa's body. Her hair was covered with a slight wavy. Thin make-up wrapped perfectly in her face, complete with ombre lips that add fresh color to her lips.
Safa tidied up her bangs as a final touch. Then spray the perfume all over the body. Completely all over the body, from hair to feet Safa spray all.
Relax, the perfume does not make you sick even though he spilled though. You know, expensive perfume.
Cocky little papa ‘kan, huh?
Done it.
Ccr! Ccr!
Tin!
Well ‘kan.
Safa hurriedly grabbed her bag and ran out of the room. Heels knew that a height of 5 cm did not prevent him from going down the stairs quickly. In the middle of it, there was the cry of Lady Halim who warned Safa not to go home for the night.
Safa has permission on her bunda. Thank goodness the mother allowed it. All of this was not separated from Kamila's help. The girl helped him speak during the Video Call earlier.
“Do not malem-malem! If you can go home at nine!”
“Iya, Mother!” reply Safa yells.
Arriving outside, Safa rushed to open the gate, Kamila waved from inside the car. Just as he entered, a familiar Fortuner flashed from the opposite direction. Of course Safa knows who the owner is.
Safa stared long, hoping to see Edzar. Unfortunately, the gate was opened by Bik Yah until Safa had no chance because the car entered the yard.
Kamila's voice drew Safa's attention. At once Safa realized that they had come out of the complex.
“Why, anyway, look back mulu? Not afraid of breaking the neck?”
Kamila probably didn't see Edzar because of the man's dark windshield. If you really see, surely the girl will be more than willing to break the neck.
“No, just ngetes aja what if ngadep behind will be dizzy?”
Kamila tickled lazily, “Try it yourself.”
The melodious strains of Raisa's voice accompany their afternoon trip. Kamila picked her up early, she said let her play be full because after watching they had to go home. That was his promise to Mrs Halim.
“Saf, if you meet your ex, what will you do?”
Safa turned her head in wonder, “Why is it suddenly so?”
“Jawab aja, sih.”
Safa's lips were small, her countenance looked a little confused. “Why am I? You will have more experience with it.”
Kamila sighed and clucked, “That I asked you, not me.”
“You're cheating again, huh? Know ‘kan I've never done?” ketus Safa's.
Kamila grinned, “Yes that's why I'm nanya. Like you were right ngalamin.”
“How I know. Meet yet,” replied Safa indifferently.
They switched to discussing the place to be visited. Well, although not far from the surrounding mall and cafe, this afternoon, the stomach is getting hungry because it enters dinner time.
The choice fell on the Korean barbeque restaurant Pochajjang. The all you can eat package offered is a blessing for Kamila who likes to eat big. Yes, it is the Safa who paid. How not blessed to try.
“So your friends made a deal at half seven?” safa asked before putting the baked wagyu into her mouth.
Kamila nodded with bulging cheeks full of ssam. Safa takes kimchi along with everything else to eat.
“Oh yes, Saf. My friend is seeking endorsement. He asked me to make your nawarin. You want, don't you?”