SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 53

“How are you Dad's son..?”

Madame Halim clucked, her hands busy tidying the mattress behind her husband, then pacing around and doing what.

“Apaan, hell, Dad. Just how many hours did not meet already news,” sungututnya.

Mr. Halim glanced at his lazy wife, “Yes his name is also kangen, Bun. Dad can not stay away for a moment just like the daughter of this beautiful father gemesin.”

“Lagian Daddy worried, afraid Safa why-not when we are not there. You're good ‘kan, Nak?” tanyanya turned back to Safa.

“Safa okay, Dad... Dad, you don't have to worry. Safa ‘kan child good.” His hand posed under his chin as he said the last sentence. Then again busy looking at the mirror and continue his routine wearing skincare.

“Alhamdulillah then. So, what's your good son doing now? Have breakfast?”

“Daddy how, anyway. Obviously his son again dandan, just finished bathing. Yes definitely not breakfast, lah.” Again Lady Halim interrupted without her appearance.

Mr. Halim shook his head slowly looking at his daughter, “Your mother was very sensitive this morning. Nothing commented,” he said half a whisper.

Safa chuckles, “Not her Mother every day is it, Dad?”

“This time is different. Mother is so because last night failed klim-“

“Dad!”

The wife's spontaneous appeal made Mr. Halim stop his speech, grimacing softly while scratching the back of the head. Safa frowning, “Klim what Daddy?”

“Hem?” Master Halim raised his eyebrows asking.

Safa clicked, “So Daddy said Mommy failed the climate, what climate?”

“Ah. That, your mother is confused by the weather here. Tau itself is here mountainous area.”

Safa's eyes squinted in disbelief, thinking she was stupid not knowing what the father meant. Mr. Halim didn't know his brain wasn't as innocent as he thought. Moreover, his father's speech sounded not connected just now.

Mountains said. Want an out-of-town service or a honeymoon?

Safa patted her face softly which had been smeared with moisturizer. Then he uses sunscreen, scratches thin eyebrows, eyeliner, mascara, then liptint as the final touch. One more thing, cream blush that makes his cheeks fresh blush. Perfects. Without foundation and foundation, his face was already glowing.

“Daddy, it's a long time ago, yes. Safa rush.”

The girl got up from the dressing chair she was sitting on, walking towards the closet that held various collections of bags and shoes. Safa takes mule shoes pastel-colored matching clothes and tote bag to just store mobile phones and wallets.

“Where are you going early this morning, son?”

“You go play to Kamila's house, Dad. Today he is off,” Safa replied in passing.

Safa approached the dresser to grab the phone that had been standing upright since. The father frowned behind the scenes. “Lho, you ‘kan haven't had breakfast. Time to go that?”

“It wants, really. That's why Safa wants her VC matiin. Repot, Dad is too chatty, Safa is not focused.”

His feet began to roll out of the room.

“Yah... don't break, dong. I'm still missing, same with you.”

“Terosss .. terosss ... The teros Bungsu. Dava who is tired of work is not asked,” ketus Dava who also just came out of the room. “Original Dad knew, yes. Just left for a while he was straying in the house of people.”

Safa kept the phone out of her face, preventing Mr. Halim from knowing that she was glaring at Dava at the moment. Sompret brother! Why say everything, anyway? Fuckin' mouth lemes.

And Safa, she almost took off her mules and threw them in Dava's mouth if only Mr. Halim's voice had not been instructive.

“You guys what? Safa, actually put the hape. The time that Dad saw the ceiling of the house,” he said half grumbled. “So what did you say, Dava? Your sister strays where?”

Safa shook her head in panic at Dava. It could be dangerous if Mr. Halim finds out he's messing around with Edzar's house, straight to his room anyway. The most sensitive father with the opposite sex who approached him. Although the fact that happened was the opposite, Safa approached Edzar.

“Dad, it's been. Safa to leave.”

“One more, if you play do not forget to use safety, Safa does not want to go home Mother bring sister.”

“Eh-“

Tut's.

Safa immediately turned off the video call with her father. Then passed by Dava who is now busy guessing the words of his sister.

“Dek, what did you mean?” His feet began to step up after Safa.

“What's the problem?”

“Adik?”

“Oh. Brother must be careful if Dad goes both Mother to the outside of the city. They can bring new members home. Safa doesn't want to, yes. Ihh.. bothered please tell keep the baby, let alone change diapers, iwhhh... don't want anyway.”.

Dava frowning, “Ngapain worried? They ‘kan are old.”

Dava's plain remarks made Safa clucked, “Abang forgot? Mother is still fertile, still menstruating every month. So the possibility of it still exists ‘kan?”

Dad can be old, but Mrs Halim is young, she is still mid-40. Moreover, the physicality of Mr. Halim who is fairly strong and still fit, his love spirit is still great. Anyway Safa does not want to have a sister, period.

“Bik... stock Om Edzar is ready?” ask Safa when she gets to the kitchen.

“Already, Non. Tuh,” point Bik Inem to the pantry table.

Safa picked up the bushel and prepared to get out, but stopped when she found Dava standing right behind her. The man's hands were closed, his eyes were looking at Safa closely.

“Why, Bang?”

“You're still excited to get him?”

He is Edzar.

Safa's eyebrows raised, “Indeed?”

Dava paused for a moment before replying, his breath blurred nearing the dining table. “Gak pa-pa, anyway. Brother less srek if you are the same him,” he said casually.

“Udah there. Hunting departs its people.”

Safa frowned inside, Dava why, anyway? What, suddenly weird?

Not wanting to waste time, Safa immediately came out afraid Edzar was gone. Fortunately not.

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