SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 39

The ice cream shadows in the house were running around on his head. About this good enough to eat what taste? Chocolate, matcha, vanilla, or strawberry? Safa also has the intention to have Bik Inem peel the mango later. Well, the fragrance is already in the shadows like real.

“Yes already, you sit there straight leg. Brother continue running.”

Dava had bought a drink before returning with his activities. Tuh ‘kan, Dava was originally just nagging, the edges could not bear.

Safa sat straightening her legs on the rocky track. His eyes were watching around. Many visitors began to arrive. Especially in the camping area. Naturally, it's Sunday. No wonder many families are doing recreation here.

Safa drank the water Dava had bought. He's hungry, but it looks like waiting for Dava will take a while. Safa could only sit listlessly. He didn't bring any money. But what is the use of money if the cafe is not open, after all the distance is quite far. You guys don't want there to be street vendors, this isn't a square.

There's a minimarket, anyway, near here. But yes it is, why did he not ask for money with Dava, try?

Salah Dava also dragged him unprepared, still lucky he did not get the wrong costume. Black sebetis leggings and thin white crop tee with wide collar. Relax, she's wearing a tanktop, really.

By the way a tanktop, this who's brazen tugging at the rope?

You pervert!

Safa looked over and was ready to curse anyone. But his sentence was stifled when he found a cute and cute face with a plain blink looking at him. Her cheeks were round, her lips full and tiny. Oh... Whose child is this? Her comely...!

The three-year-old boy removed his hand from the Safa tank. Why should it be pulled, anyway Dek? It's really gaunt, deh.

Safa smiled sweetly, “Adek what is this name? Where's mom?”

The boy pointed at a young woman who was waving towards them. Safa nodded and sent a smile as a greeting.

“Whose name?” ask Safa again.

“Lio.”

“Oh... Deck Lio.”

The boy shook his head, “Lio.”

“Iya, Lio ‘kan?”

Shaken again, his face started to get a little annoyed. “Lio, no Lio Lio.

Safa cringing. Is he wrong? The feeling is right. His name was Lio, that's what he heard.

There was a ruckus among them, apparently the mother of the boy. The woman stroked her son's head gently.

“Name Rio, Dek. Because it's still lispy so it sounds like Lio.”

“Oh... so...” Safa scratched her cheek in embarrassment.

Safa Policy. That's just don't know.

“Rio.. love her bread to sister, dear.”.

The boy nodded. His two hands held out a food grade on Safa. Safa looked at the mother and child in turn. What does this mean? Wanna give thanks, huh? Did Safa look that hungry to invite their sympathy? Hwa.

“You don't misunderstand me first, yeah. I bought it wrong. Rio doesn't like it. So I told him to love whoever he wanted. Uh, it turns out Rio chose you. Please accept, yes. Consider it to please my son.”

Bodo very, Safa. You hungry. Accept aja. It is not good to refuse sustenance.

Safa shyly greeted the food from the boy's hand. It seems like God loves him too much to see him starving. Indeed, yes, that sustenance can come from anywhere.

“Still, yes. Rio's deck is really good. Funny, deh.” Safa pinched gently the chewy round cheeks with anxiety.

Rio nodded innocently half flat. Safa remembered Edzar who rarely expressed himself. Did that little guy look this funny too?

Safa devoured her unexpected sustenance with pleasure. Soon there were footsteps approaching. Turns out it was Dava, and he wasn't alone. Guess who came with his handsome brother.

Yup, right. Edzarr.

Why is that hot Om-om here to beat Michele Morrone? I mean, why did you suddenly get to be with Dava?

Well, Safa... It ‘kan public facilities. All residents of the complex deserve to be here.

Yeah, too, anyway. But somehow Safa felt different.

Ah, nevermind. Mending Safa ate her bread again.

“It.... where did you get it from?” ask Dava wonder.

Actually Dava felt bad because he forgot to give Safa the money. He remembered it was already halfway through. Take responsibility again, the same distance.

Safa did not answer. He was still upset with his brother. Let her be curious. Let him realize.

“Safa, brother asked where did you get it from?” His voice began to sound stern.

Safa turned her head, “What?” tanyanya polo's. Plain sofas more precisely.

Dava sighed patiently. “Where did you get that sandwich from?”

“Why?”

“Abang does not give you money. You can't buy ‘kan?”

“That tau,” replied Safa cuek. He went back to eating his sandwich.

But suddenly Dava snatched the sandwich from Safa's hands.

“Abang what the fuck, anyway? Safa hungry tau!”

“How many times do you say do not eat food from strangers!”

Safa nodded her head. “But Safa is hungry..” her great-grandson slowly.

“Stay don't eat. You don't remember that time-“

Dava's words came to a halt as Edzar patted his shoulder. The man switched to taking a sandwich that stayed half in Dava's hands.

“This food is clean. Why should you be so worried?”

Edzar handed the bread back to Safa.

Dava understood what clean meant. But...

“How can Mas Edzar be sure?”

“Mas know who it is?” ask Dava again.

Safa also looked at Edzar in surprise. I don't want him to question the same thing with Dava. Although he believes Dava's concerns are impossible.

Edzar was silent. His calm face was very difficult to guess. Surprisingly, there are people who almost seem to have no emotions like this.

After a moment of silence, Edzar looked up at the two people before him waiting for a response. His eyes turned to Safa.

“Because if this is poisonous, won't your sister be fine now?”