SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 59 [Special POV Edzar] 2

I'm grateful for that. Honestly, what he said was true. And it seemed like Mom noticed the tiredness on my face, because after that her look turned sad. I regret and apologize. I smiled understand. He just didn't want me to miss meeting that woman. She's a flight attendant, not much time.

The next day I wasted no time moving to a new home. The job demands urged me to leave Mom's house immediately. Not do not want to linger with him, I actually still miss. But how else, I can't wait and ignore the trust just because of personal problems.

My mom took me with Bik Yah. He wanted to see the look of the building that his son would live in. Mother said nothing, but I could see the look of satisfaction in her eyes as she stepped on and saw for herself the size of the house. She also stayed there one night before returning home the next day.

Everything went well. I was greeted kindly by the cluster residents there, especially the mothers who seemed enthusiastic about my arrival. To be honest it makes me awkward, knowing myself I'm not a very good person. But for the sake of establishing a good relationship, as much as possible I have to share greetings with them.

“Bik, let me do the shopping. Bibik just write on the paper, what should I buy,” I said when I saw Bik Yah busy berberes. Actually this thing I wanted to do yesterday, but I forbid because I do not want to bother.

Bik Yah gave me the list as requested. Because I was lazy to go to the market, so I chose to go to the supermarket.

Unexpectedly, there I met one of the neighbors who had greeted yesterday. If it's not wrong people call her Mrs Halim.

He was with his daughter, a young girl. I don't know how old he is because his face is so young. Apparently inclined oriental. I helped him clean the basket.

Since that day, I have been getting attention from them. Especially that girl. I am not blind to see the interest in his eyes. But not so I responded because maybe it was just the surge of a teenager who was still slowly feeling love. Soon it will also disappear if you meet new and more interesting. That thought I.

Who would have thought that girl was so tireless. Every morning I give lunch, even though I know it's not the cooking. Then in the afternoon he would standby on the balcony, shouting a wave complete with his wide smile.

Another surprise turned out to be their families who would be chatting with Mom. Tirta officially proposed to her idol who is the younger brother of Mr. Halim, my neighbor.

It makes me unable to dismiss the presence of his daughter who is disturbing and troublesome. I was lazy to make trouble or feuds just in case the girl complained. Although not in fact.

Time passes so fast. Over time its existence seems to be a habit. I don't know why there's no more upset when I see him.

Although the heart is still caught off guard by the insignificant chattering of its cherry mouth.

She's cute, sweet, kind of silly, and a little careless. I often see the girl fall because of her own actions. Spoiled and likes to cry because of trivial things. That's the definition I can explain about it.

Jolly girl with a smile as bright as a baskara. The appearance of the adicolor. Bright eyes like the moon. Its beauty often makes people laugh. She's a very easy girl to love. Her life was too sweet until I was afraid of polluting her pure face.

I don't know when the swish was anchored at first. When does that caring appear. Eyes that want to see it. Hearts and minds begin to conflict. Immediate affection present without being asked.

Many times I tried to deny, instilling in my heart that it was just a form of caring for others. Is correct. That's why I gave him bread in the garden. Seeing it starve made me move to do it. But Dian broke all those thoughts. I did not expect that cowardly act to be witnessed by him. It was the first time I lost face in front of a cousin myself.

I don't know what made me dare to go to him alone. After successfully persuading the boy, I immediately turned back to repeat the trajectory until I met his brother. That's why we can be seen together.

Her existence began to cause nervousness, especially if the girl had been aggressive like being close together and touching me. I am passive towards women, never once have I come into contact other than shaking hands in the context of work.

As much as possible I stayed away and avoided. I think that girl is too dangerous because it can destroy the principles that I built up a long time ago.

Once I was forced to break the line because of a dead end situation. I was desperate at that time, feeling that there was no other choice but to take advantage of his existence.

But I don't think it will all lead to my own sanity. The kiss made me curious about the taste of her soft lips. As a result the devil always comes inciting and tempting to do it again. Thank goodness logic still prevails.

But again, things seem to be testing. His presence at the cafe was quite surprising. His smile returned to drugging and sending a helpless affection. Especially when the girl finally fell because of one of the servants. I subconsciously cursed my own employees for thinking they were careless.

Seeing it fall and witnessed by the public makes the heart tremble uncomfortable.

What is this feeling? Why am I so unbearable to see her bright dimmer look? I am not a weak person with tears. But, why would I lose control just from watching her cry?