SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 04

Here comes Safa now. Standing in front of the gate of the house of the people. Safa was confused, she had pushed the bell many times but there was no truth.

Is there a new neighbor? The number no longer mengeprank ‘kan?

Just about to turn around, Safa heard the sound of a padlock being opened. It turns out to be a middle-aged woman. Safa smile. Finally he did not get scolded by Mother for bringing her food back.

“Again, Bu ... Uh, noon hehe.”

Safa turned her head to the side. How do I greet people this morning?

“Siang, Neng. Find who?” ask the mother in astonishment. Or is he frowning because of glare by the glowing jidat Safa?

Madam Halim should thank you after this. Her new neighbors will praise her for giving birth to a daughter as beautiful as Cleopatra.

“This is a little food from Mommy, Mom ... He said make greetings as a new neighbor. Hehe ..”

“Owalah ... Create Den Edzar, yes?”

“Eh?”

Edzar's?

“Edzar who, Bu?”

“That has this house ‘kan Den Edzar, Aunty is just an assistant here. Thanks for the food, yes, Neng ..”

“Oh ... That's it, huh? Equally, Ms. ..” Safa scratched her neck in confusion.

“Ya, Mom. Safa go home first. Greetings to those who have homes, yes, ma'am. Excuse me..”

The mother smiled and nodded politely in response.

Safa just remembered. Last night Mrs Halim said her new neighbor was a man. And more handsome than his oppa-oppa bow. Masa, anyway? What is it until the mother bothers to share food? Safa was curious.

***

In the afternoon before magrib, Safa already looked fresh with half-wet hair. Her hands were sticking out hair with a buzzing hair dryer.

His mind wandered on his laptop that was being serviced. Just be aware that the film collection is missing. Safa will scold her serviceman.

“Lebay is so you, Dek. Just streaming what is so hard? There is WiFi at home. That's all you have to bother.” Dava murmured as Safa said her complaint.

Well, Safa loves her collection. So also use quota ‘kan? WiFi is also paid. That brother's base.

Before long Safa turned off her hair dryer until the hum stopped. However, there was another faint-sounding hum. Has his brother gone home? Or maybe his father?

Safa came to the window to look. Whose car he heard. Apparently not both. Except a Fortuner parked next door. Is that the new neighbor Mrs Halim meant?

Safa could not see it clearly. She could only see her hair from the second floor of her room. Yang Safa knew the man was stout-looking. Although a glance, but Safa could already feel the auras of fondness here.

Eits, but don't be happy just yet. It could be just behind him. Who knew it turned out his face was spotty ‘kan? Or tongos' teeth. Hiih .. mending Safa ngecengin Mang Udin if so the story.

Uh, but instead of Mang Udin, mending a nasgor in front of the complex is still young. Uh, but no, deh. Poor thing, then the Aa fell poor. Safa is not a simple girl who likes to skimp.

Pluck up!

Safa patted her forehead slowly. Why did he think that Mang Udin was the same as a nasgor, anyway. There's nothing more elite, is there?

“Safa ..!”

Ouch ... These too. First lady why keep calling? There is no softness anymore. Surprised, Safa feels like she has a stepmother.

“Iya, Mother ..!” safa shouted back as well.

Who said yesterday that you can't scream? In fact, it was Madame Halim who always shouted and lured Safa to scream as well.

“Sholat! Don't keep dreaming of you. Yesterday adzan, tuh!”

Safa glared in horror. How did Mother know she was daydreaming? Hiya ... Kok, horrified.

***

“Which father, Mommy?” Safa approached and pressed her butt next to Mistress Halim who was watching in the living room.

He clucked at the television screen showing scenes of soap operas that were being loved by mothers of the archipelago. Who else if not Mas Al and Mbak Andin.

Streaming on the phone feels awkward.Ipadnya still in the hands of Dava and somehow want to be returned. His brother had his own tablet. He said he had borrowed a girlfriend. Bummer. Safa's turn to borrow a laptop can't be.

“Bun ... Move chanel, dong. Overseas, cake. Don't keep it up. Bosen tau,” complained Safa with pursed lips.

“Silence, you. Learn to love local products. Don't want to watch the same bule people sipit mulu.”

Ish. How to love, the storyline ngebosenin all. Where the episodes are long to hundreds. Safa where to watch it-it mulu.

Tong!

The bell rang. Safa cringing. Who's having a night like this?

“Open, gih,” by Mrs Halim.

Safa glanced in disbelief. It's a pity that the mother is focused on the spectacle.

With a feeling of arrogance, Safa left Madam Halim. He opened the door, then walked towards the gate.

Safa just opened up a little and turned her head. There was a man in a green jacket that read Gojek.

“Delivery, Mbak.”

Safa did not answer. He looked at the door and shouted. “Mother ... Whose pescenan is this?”

It was not Lady Halim who came out, but Dava who walked leisurely through it. Received parcels from Bang Gojek. After that it passed without a word leaving him who was still sculpting.

Safa ran after her brother. “Bang, what is it?” tanya Safa was curious.

“Blak,” Dava replied briefly, without turning his head.

Eyes Safa instantly sparkle “Mau dong, Bang.”

Dava turned his head, looking at him flat “Buy yourself. Brother just bought one,” he said without feeling. After that it passed leaving Safa who was throbbing.

“Abang ..!” safa shouted in a thunderous voice.

***

On Sunday morning, Safa was neat with her casual clothes. She and her mother would go to the supermarket for a monthly shopping spree. Mrs Halim is waiting in front of the house with Mr. Iwan who will deliver.

“Then you. The dress is already ready to go to aja.”

Safa throws “Apparent, Mother. The supermarket is open 24 hours. Why must hurry,” he said which was responded to the plot.

Wonderful, have children like nantangin mulu.

Safa then asked Pak Iwan “Her mother Pak Iwan has healed? How, I've been working again?”

Mr. Iwan who heard was smiling “Alhamdulillah, Non. It's been better. He was also allowed to go home with his doctor. So you can work again.”

“Oh, so. Alhamdulillah ... Hopefully in the future healthy continue, yes, sir. Because there is no Mr. Iwan, then Safa hot-warm ride ojek.”

Mistress Halim pinched Safa's waist because of her innocent speech. He gave an uneasy smile looking at the sorry face of Mr. Iwan, their driver.

The kid's intent is not to empathize, anyway?

“Aamiin ... God willing, Non. In the future Mr. Ekain no longer work, yes.”

Madam Halim hurriedly refuted. “No papa, Mr. Iwan. We understand, really. If anything just say it. Later me and you can extend the leave for Mr.”

Mr. Iwan smiled. In the heart of the man was deeply moved and grateful for having such a good employer.

Meanwhile, Safa scowled her waist which felt hot to pinch. What is wrong with his words? He's just telling the truth.

By the time Mr. Iwan and Mrs Halim had started to enter the car, Safa's ears caught the sounds of the house next door. For a moment he was glued. A little curiosity appeared without being asked. Moreover, Safa heard the heavy voice of a man who was so hoarse and sexy.

Who is this new neighbor?

"God! Even dreamy. Logging in! A waste of time."

Safa clucked. He glanced lazily at the head of his bundle that was poking out of the car window. Then he approached with half-stomping steps.

If this continues, Safa will curse her mother to be the Princess of the Palace.