SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 62
“Iya, Mother. This is Safa buyin, kok,” Safa said while sifting through the lipstick on the shelf. His hand held the phone in his ear.
“Mauve color ‘kan?”
“Brown as kece, deh, Bun.”
“Maroon is also good. Mommy will look badass. Uhh... cool anyway.”
Safa is currently in the cosmetics store of one of the malls. Hunting make up, lipstick, skincare or bodycare that attracts attention. Mrs Halim also asked to be bought.
Not Safa, not her mother. Both are insane treatments. In addition to at home, at least twice a month must visit the clinic.
By the way of treatment, Safa's injuries have improved considerably. The scratches are not too deep, so dry quickly. But it is still felt often. Especially in the palm of the hand, making Safa not stop whining when at home. To the extent that Dava protested against him for being noisy.
Yes, it hurts so much. Not intentionally skewered needles, Safa was not able to bear to cry. Moreover, this fell on top of the shard shard. Luckily Edzar gave him a potent ointment, his recovery was quite quick.
“Bun, already, yes. Safa wants to pay first. Do not stay out of town for long. May be long, but do not bring souvenirs other than clothes, food, skincare, or whatever it is up to. Anyway not the one in the stomach.” Tut's.
Safa hung up and put her phone in her bag. Again, he insisted on not wanting to have a sister.
Safa slightly grimaced looking at her palm. Already not bandaged, just plaster covering some scratches.
This made him a little insecure. So today Safa wears an oversize long shirt and jeans to cover up the deformities on her legs. Shame, dong, a Safana Halim skin is not smooth anymore. Hopefully his ex is gone quickly.
Safa walked to the cashier to make the payment. Suddenly Safa's eyes fell on the row of male perfumes she passed by. Safa remembered Edzar. He thought about buying her one.
By the way, Safa did not know when the man's birthday was. Maybe later it can be asked. Even if Edzar did not want to tell, Safa could ask Om Tirta or Om Reno. Simplest.
Safa smelt several variants looking for a suitable one. Which Edzar likes, huh? Safa seemed to think of the scent she used to smell from Edzar. Safa once knew Edzar was wearing expensive perfume. Well.. as cheap as at least five hundred thousand. Cuek-cuek is quite high in taste.
Brucks.
Tall men with black t-shirts fit the body and slim fit pants are also in tune. Contrast with her fair skin. The man just walked past him. Ck, there is no courtesy as a woman. Fortunately, Safa did not fall. Why, after all, did a hobbyist hit him?
While grumbling Safa continued her steps towards the cashier. Without being asked his brain wandered on the man earlier.
Judging from his style, the man was still young. Suddenly Safa's forehead wrinkled, there was a hint of familiarity that was pervading her. Especially the black hat that man was wearing. Where'd Safa ever see her, huh?
Safa brushed off her strange, senseless thoughts. Apaan, anyway. There are many people in the world who have a black baseball cap.
“Everything five million five hundred fifty thousand, sis.” The female cashier's voice broke her daydream.
“Oh, yes. Wait a minute, Ma'am.” Safa reached into her purse, took out a credit card from Dava's memalak this morning.
Finished with payment, Safa came out of the cosmetics store with a few paper bags. This time it was a restaurant. Safa wants to take away for Edzar. The man left too early until Safa had no time to give him lunch.
Safa opened her conversation with Edzar. With a smile Safa typed a message for the man.
“Om what's going to eat this lunch? Safa buyin, yes?”
Edzar replied shortly. “No need.”
Safa thaws, “Udah already. Safa again at the restaurant and paid. So Om can't nolak.”
“Safa get there now, yes?” added again.
His heart laughed when Edzar did not reply again. That man must have no reason to refuse.