SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 57
“This is not entirely your fault,” said Edzar suddenly. The man seemed to know what Safa was thinking.
Edzar painstakingly cleaned the reddish tempias that came from Safa's wounds. Safa grimaced with restraining pain. Her tears refused to stop coming down. Her faithful lips sobbed making her feel even more like a child.
“Safa apologise. Om must be upset because nolongin Safa continues.. hiks.”.
Safa looked at Edzar who was squatting under her.
“Now Safa is aware, where maybe Om Edzar likes the same careless people like Safa,” he said hoarse.
“Safa still likes to cry. Om Edzar must be sick of hearing it. hiks.”.
Safa gritted her nose trying to hold the snot that was racing to get out.
“Om must have been embarrassed. Why don't you just go? Pretending not to know, too. Safa knows, kok,” he said again.
“Hiks, Safa-“
“Sstt...”
Safa's words were cut off as Edzar's fingers dropped by her lips. Safa stared, the man slowly looking up at her. There was a different, if normally the netra was displaying an expressionless flat highlight, another with now that Safa saw. There was the gentleness Safa felt from there, and it was a success to keep her fixated.
“Can you stop talking?”
“Om...”
“Besides crybaby you are also chatty.”
Safa nodded in no way, “Om definitely doesn't like.”
“Then from it stop crying.” Edzar's hand turned to rubbing Safa's wet cheeks. Gently sweep his swollen narrow eyes. “This swells,” whispers slowly.
Edzar's gentle treatment made Safa flinch, her mouth silenced not daring to make a sound. His eyes were closed enjoying the delicate caress on his face. Is this in front of him Edzar? Why so different?
Safa opened her eyes again, staring at the netra as dark as night which made her drift away in the ambiguity of the sense to which Safa's reality was doubtful. They looked at each other for quite a while. Edzar's dim gaze made Safa dissolve reluctant to turn away.
“Om..?” safa Lirih.
Not yet had he translated the meaning of Edzar's sentence, Safa was stunned when a chewy object approached her lips. Again and again, Safa felt that softness again. This time it was more real, not just a glimpse like the first one they did.
The gentle sweep was clear, moving slowly over the surface of his lips, along with a subtle sigh that slowly descended to the heart, then turning around in the stomach delivers a tingly feeling that makes it feel like a butterfly is flying.
Safa was still in shock with her eyes widened. Edzar distanced his face after previously putting a brief kiss on the tip of the lips. Putting her finger there, and then pressing it slightly until Safa's mouth closed again.
Immediately he said, “Manis.”
Like the snow that falls in Saudi Arabia, it sounds impossible but real. Edzar reviewed a faint smile as if God had just sent a miracle. The effect until it penetrates the bowels of the earth and delivers hot lava that settles in the cheek area, giving birth to a red hue over its white and soft surface.
Edzar rubbed his finger there, feeling a subtlety that made anyone fall asleep when touching him.
“Why is this blushing?”
Safa stuttered unable to make a sound.
“A-a-“
Brak!
The sound of the door being closed violently made Safa jump. His heart was too hard to respond to the shock within him.
“I-it...”
Out there, Hani stood up with a breath as if running away. His friends who had been waiting near the door were approaching and were astonished to see Hani coming out with a sweat.
“Han, are you like that ketchup? By the way, the woman was actually the nephew of Mr Boss?” ask Jeje, one of the employees at the cafe. “If it is true, we will die. What should we explain later?”
Hani did not answer, he was still trying to neutralize his breath that since in the room he was holding. I was afraid to ruin the mood.
“Han, how silent? Answer, dong. That's really Mr Edzar's nephew?” ask the others.
Hani turned his head slowly, “Your father's nephew! Where is a niece dilu*mat-lu*mat her lips.”
They were staring at Hani's words. Then compact gaped, “Hah..???”