SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 34

“What's up?”

Safa was silent for a moment, then shook her head. “Neg. Why me?”

Kamila exhaled, drawing back her hand. Even behind this is a child. “From just now be quiet. You're not papa?”

Safa flashing, “Mil, movie already want to start, we are prohibited noisy.”

“Ck, alesan. From the outside you are silent. Why, anyway?”

“No papa, really. Not in the mood anymore.” Safa turned her gaze to stare at the screen.

Okay, Kamila can save the question first. Places and situations don't allow him to be noisy. Kamila will urge Safa while outside later.

Counting 30 minutes of film screened, Safa still seemed pensive, dissolved in her own world. Unlike Kamila who enjoyed the show in front, although occasionally he would glance at Safa and offer food.

Two people entered the room late. They went down one step after another, until they came to pass where Safa was sitting. The man painstakingly guided his woman not to fall, guiding her to the seat in front of Safa.

Safa looked at it all carefully. Even though it was dark, Safa knew who they were. It was they who had made his heart restless since then. While in the toilet Safa accidentally met a woman he had seen the other day. Curious to see where the woman was going, Safa hoped her prejudice was not true, but in reality it was not. Safa actually found Edzar there, with the woman, whom Safa had seen entering the cafe with Edzar.

Was his love really clapping one hand this time? It feels like this pain. Safa was used to being chased and being a dumping party. Never once did he become a victim of heartbreak.

Could this be karma because he often gave false hopes to his male friends first?

Too late in the mind makes Safa unfocused to choke pop corn that somehow since when the contents stay half. Some people are uncomfortable because of the noise.

Safa scooped up the drinking cup she thought belonged to Kamila, insisting on its contents until the cough stopped, although there were still small coughs left at least not as severe as before.

“Still...” he said slowly.

It's a shame, a broken heart really makes him unlucky.

“Sama-sama. I don't feel a loss kissing with you.”

That's not Kamila's voice.

Safa turned her head quickly, not to Kamila but Akmal who was sitting beside her. Safa stared alternately at the two people, from the way Kamila was sitting docked on the back of the chair as if avoiding something, indicating that the helping hand had not come from her.

Kamila did the same, staring alternately at the two people beside her. He who was in the middle of it instantly felt like he had become a hindrance. What a ridiculous situation.

Safa looked down at the empty drinking cup in her hand. This is not Kamila's, Safa remembers very well what kind of drink her best friend ordered, certainly not a kind of capuccino. If you don't have Kamila, then this....

“We just drank from the same straw,” Akmal said in a teasing tone.

Damn thousand shit. Not enough annoyance at the two lovebirds in front of him who now seem to whisper friendly, Safa also had to be patient with Akmal who always made him rise in blood.

From the beginning until now the man was happy to disturb him.

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“This, nih, that makes sprains. Watching the same thing you never really. Belom is also half of it is already out. Waste of money just buy a ticket,” dumel Ola.

“Ya already, anyway. Just watch, don't follow us. Ribet. Yes no, Mal?”

“The problem is Nadine so follow up, Kamila too, astonished. It's not cool you guys.”

“Keep back to who?” tanya Ola is fierce.

Angga stared lazily at Ola. “Naik Grab, lah..”.

“Males.”

“Say you don't have any money.”

“Hahaha..

Unlike Ola who grumbled because she had to bear the responsibility while watching, Safa was grateful because she felt saved. Since Edzar's arrival with the woman who knows who, the theater room turned into hell for him. All the time he had to feel his heart overheating. Edzar was sitting right in front of him, although blocked by one chair was still visible.

“You don't want to eat first? Come with us to hang out, is that it?”

Kamila shook her head at her friends, “No. I go straight home, bring a big baby.”

Safa nudged Kamila's arm which the girl responded lazily to. What does it mean try? Must say Safa's a big baby?

Currently they were inside the elevator with transparent glass walls. The intention is that Kamila's friends will stop by somewhere first to eat.

Too bad Safa and Kamila could not come, it was too late for Safa who rarely crawled. They had promised Mrs Halim before.

“Ya already... It is still afternoon time. Tomorrow's holiday,” Ozan.

“You're off! Not a holiday, truant yes.”

“Ck, what the hell, Nes. Just like lightning. Like you the same me?”

Agnes grieves in disbelief, “Like? Same you? Idih. Never in a dream even though I like Otan!”

“OTan?” beo Safa is not a mudeng.

“People,” explains Nadine who apparently heard Safa. “Don't be surprised, yes. They are like oil and water, they cannot be combined. Still mending cats and dogs can still get along, the proof is that many keep them in one house.”

Pfft...

“Oh...” Safa nodded in understanding. Indeed, yes, friendships are sometimes unique. There are fighting and fighting continues but actually they care for each other.

Stepping on the ground floor, most retailers have already closed their outlets. No wonder, given the time that shows almost 9 p.m. The atmosphere has also begun to be quiet, visible from visitors who only live a handful can almost be counted fingers.

“You want me to drop off?”

Safa gave a tired sigh when she heard Akmal's voice again. It had been enough an hour or so his ears were polluted, Safa did not want to add any more.

“No, thanks.”

“No capers, deh, Mal. What do we ride if you take him?” ask Angga.

“Hooh. Safa parts with Kamila,” timpal Ozan.

Akmal mendelik, both compact throw face pretend not to see. Basic, can't see the theme for a second.

Out of the lobby, Safa stood with the others, waiting for Kamila to take the car with Akmal and Nadine.