SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 58 [Special POV Edzar] 1

Adhyaksas. It means prosecutor. Somehow Mom and Dad gave me that name. It was as if they were indeed intentionally pinning it as do’a for my future career. It is evident from now on that it is manifested in the form of a profession.

They didn't force me. I am obsessed with my own name. Attention to realize meaning into a title. Not just for style, but for the intention as well as noble ideals.

Prosecutors. For me, it is not just a profession. But the prosecutor is everything. A place to serve the country with sincerity in order to uphold the law. There are many joys and sorrows that I experienced during my time as a prosecutor. Counting more than 10 years of my work, various interesting experiences I was smitten and felt during my duty. Including moving places according to official placement.

Living from one city to another. Handling different cases and problems. Overcoming things that seem endless. I learned a lot of lessons from all of that.

Is correct. Experience is the best teacher in life.

“So you will be mutated again here, Son?” ask my mom when I called that night. There was a happy shiver in his voice.

I smile, “More precisely Jaksel, Bu.”

Ms. mende*sah, “Alright. At least not as far as your current job. I'll be easier to visit you later.”

I smiled back in response. That was about the conversation between me and Mom when she told him about the mutation. He was very happy about my move to Jakarta.

Since Dad came home, Mom no longer has any support other than her children. His days are lonely. Especially having to let one by one of them bererak have their own family. His life is getting empty. I am constantly moving out of town.

I asked him to come along, but my mother refused to leave the house she built with my father. For the business that Dad pioneered, Tirta who continued. Remembering me and Reno chose different paths.

I'm lucky to have parents like them who never limit our desires as children. They are independent people. Since he was in school he has freed up the fields we were interested in. He will only give a little advice if we are in trouble.

Despite living far apart from my family, I always try to go home once a month to see Mom. And I am grateful that the move to the Capital brought me closer to the most accomplished woman in my life.

Different from the previous work transition, where I will occupy the official house or mess that became a prosecutor's employee facility, then another with now. I choose to buy my own residence in an area that is quite close to Kejari, a place that will accommodate my activities some time in the future.

The bonus again I can monitor my side business directly after previously only able to review once a month. The rest are trust people who handle.

Cluster settlements are an option. In addition to guaranteed security, the area is among the most strategic for me. Thank goodness my savings were enough.

The plan, the house I will rent again if time requires me to move back. Not bad, the property business is quite promising at this time. I am used to detailing what I will do in the future.

Mom deliberately put Bik Yah at once to monitor me, knowing the news about me. I understand that intention. And I understand because all of that is a form of parental attention to his child.

There is a sense of pride in having a private residence. I used to think because life moves around, I don't have to bother thinking about having a house. Anyway, I was facilitated for that. But come to think of it again, I also want to enjoy the luxury of my own hard work.

All this time I lived well because of the support of parents. To show success, real evidence is needed as an affirmation of reality. It will also bring happiness to their hearts.

Thank goodness some of my business is running smoothly, so it can add income that was originally not much.

People say I'm a good planner. Maybe so. I just do what I think is right. Living life is very important to me. Without serious details, it is less likely that life will be in order.

This also applies to heart problems. All this time I have always limited myself from something that will trigger complexity. I was too lazy to be bothered with something that smelled of feeling.

Although repeatedly Mother asked to get married, many times also Mother introduced me to some of her friends' children. Still, none of them can shake my heart.

He said that love will come after him. Love will come because it is used to it. But what no one else understands is, I find it very difficult to drop a heart on a woman. For some reason, no matter how many times I tried to get into a relationship, everything would end up in vain. At the end of the day, I will hurt them because I will not reciprocate their feelings.

There is something that makes me reluctant, maybe it's an experience that I can't mention. Things I want to forget and bury deeply. I know the past is not to be regretted, but as a container for self-awareness, so that it is more mature when something similar happens again.

I've been sincere about what happened first, but to erode one hundred percent of its impression takes a long time. The effect was not immediately lost, my heart was still difficult to open again.

“Until when will you continue like this, son? You are not young anymore. Don't you think to have a descendant?” my mother disappointed me again when I disappointed her. His planned blind date failed.

“Bu, I didn't do anything. They themselves who decided not to continue this,” refuted me at that time.

“Betul. You really didn't do anything. But your overly honest mouth is troubling, Edzar!”

“What's wrong with being honest, Mom? If they really intend to establish a relationship with me, then they deserve to know the truth,” reply me still with a subtle tone. Abstinence for me elevates the voice in front of the parents.

“The truth should not only be revealed. There are times when you have to be quiet for the sake of kindness.”

“Bu, already. I just got back from Surabaya. Mom checks him out on a blind date? Brother is also tired of times, need a break.” Tirta who was at home became a mediator between us.