SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 38

Kamila still survives with her kepony face. He was curious about the guy named Leo, is Leo really the same as he thought?

Safa kept a few glasses of tuscany in front of Kamila. “Iya. Which you often make babu time in school.” Safa replied to Kamila's question earlier.

“Seriously, that's Leo the cupu?” tanyanya still can't believe it. “Kok, how different?”

Safa clucked. Can Kamila not ask anymore? Safa dizzy. “Yes the name is also human, Mila.

“If you can't believe just look at his eyes. You can find a mole there.”

Safa refuted when Kamila was about to speak again. “Udah. Don't ask. Mending you fill this ice cream glass.”

“Dah, Safa. I'm home, yeah. Don't miss.”

Safa clucked lazily, “Who wants to miss your kayak? Less work.”

“You're really cute, anyway if it's that ketus. I ‘kan so more likes.”

“Apaan, anyway. Back home!” Safa pushed Akmal out the gate. He was tired of wanting to rest.

It was late in the afternoon, to be honest Safa was upset and disturbed by their arrival. I don't know why today he's a little sensitive. Maybe because his body is less fit.

Akmal rode his big bike and put on a full-face helmet. Followed by Leo who also uses a similar vehicle. Safa doesn't know if it's still one brand or not, they both look the same.

“I'm home. Later if you are ready to learn to cook, just call, yes?”

Safa nodded throwing a faint smile. His mood is really not good. The inn wants to hold.

“Ngapain learn to cook? I can bring you good food every day.”

Safa's face grew lazy. Akmal with the nature of not wanting to lose.

“Udah there, ah. Get you guys home!”

“No hugging first?”

“Oke-okay, I'm home.” Akmal raised both his hands to see Safa wanting to hit. “Heh, Cupu. First there!” Akmal did not want when he passed Leo the cupu instead had the opportunity to interact longer with Safa.

Because Leo was lazy to argue, he finally walked first. Not obeying Akmal's wishes, only he could not bear to see Safa's face paled.

Tin!

Finally Safa was able to be free after the two men left. Oh my God, it feels like he just got out of that stifling little room. Safa didn't lie, her head feels dizzy now. It seems he really needs to sleep.

“I also came home, yes. You're not papa? Your mother when is back?”

Safa shrugs, “Say the hell now again on the road.”

Madam Halim left before the dzuhur. He said he wanted to see a friend who gave birth.

“You're not going home papa. There's Inem Bik. I'm not a kid either, kali.”

Safa saw a look of objection on Kamila's face. But he managed to convince and Kamila finally came home.

Coinciding with that Safa saw Edzar's car. Looks like the guy just got home from work. As her heart skipped a beat, Safa recalled Kamila's words. Had it been true that the woman was Edzar Safa's girlfriend would really have had to step down. So Safa decided to go back into the house.

But somehow the story tells Safa feet her own slippers, causing her to fall with none of her elites. In Safa's heart wept over her carelessness. Why, after all, did he often embarrass himself in front of the scourge? Or soon to be an ex-con? Safa is not willing, yes.

Edzar who was suddenly behind him immediately made Safa turn around and inching backwards. The response was overdone in Edzar's eyes. The girl was like frightened, and it was very disturbing.

Then Safa changed her face. He throws a smile at Edzar, “E-eh, Om. Just home?” tanyanya nervous.

Edzar did not answer, the man was still busy looking at Safa's actions. From the way the girl responded to his arrival, Edzar knew something was wrong. He reached out with a hand to help Safa to stand up. Safa grabbed him with a bit of hesitation.

“Enter. Get enough rest. Your face is pale.”

Safa nodded stiffly, “I-iya.” Then turned.

“One more.”

Just a few steps Edzar's voice back teased. Safa looked at the man again.

“If you can.. go to the doctor. Or psychologist. Looks like you're a little traumatized.”

Does Edzar care about him right now?

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Shady trees, artificial lakes, beautiful green land never once made Safa feel better. Early in the morning Dava woke him up and dragged him here. The man invited him to exercise on a jogging track in the complex park area. Oh. very lazy, deh. Safa likes this activity the most. Besides being tired, Safa also hates to sweat.

“You should exercise often. Let's not meletoy. Little gang, jatoh. Huh! Weak.”

Safa pout. Dava was warming up, the man glared telling him to do the same. Half-heartedly Safa followed her sister's movements.

Suddenly Dava clucked, “Yang really dong moving. Muscles stretchin. You just raise your hands half-and-half.”

Again, Safa could only obey with a frowning face. Dava is as chatty as a complex mother. It's perfect to join a gossipmonger.

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.”

Switch left.

“One, two, three, four..”.

Dava sounds like a sports instructor. The man did all sorts of movements that Safa followed lazily. Until the time comes they run on the track that surrounds the lake.

Perhaps the 1 kilometer distance was not too great for those who were used to it. But for Safa who almost never if this body is enough to make heavy breathing, very even.

Just one round he was already engap, especially if plus 2 more swivel like Dava said. Come on, mending him to the lake, uh but Safa can't swim, huhu...

“Bang... udah, ah tired...” lamented with body bent. “Safa just got sick, you know. Very well ordered military exercises like gini.” His breath sounded dull.

“Agus Yudhoyono nangis denger your complaint. He exercises 17 kilometers while carrying a load of 17 kilograms.”

“Ya ‘kan different, Bang ... Safa is just a pea crumb which can run that far.”

“Iya, know. You lift rice sekilo aja already wrong urate.”

Manyun safa. Dava can run 17 kilos.