SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 69

“Pak, where's the mosque, huh? I heard the sound of the adzan near?”

“On the right side of this building, Ma'am. A little bit back.”

“That? Thanks, yes, sir. I'll drop this off for a minute, yeah.”

Mr. Roni nodded. Safa rushed to find the place of worship in question.

Once there, Safa fell silent. His gaze gradually sucks, remember because he was still praying. This made him a little embarrassed to step up. Maybe he just forgot a little. Is Safa worth setting foot in there?

“Dek?”

Safa flinched as a voice greeted her from the side.

His head turned, a gaffer in a prosecutor uniform smiling in confusion looked at him.

“Y-ya?” sahut Safa is nervous.

“You muslim?” That question sounds very careful.

Safa nodded with a broken movement. The father smiled shadyly.

“Why silence? Not in? Iqamat in a moment. Don't want to join the congregation?”

Safa stammered not knowing what to answer. The mosque began to be filled with prosecutorial employees, and probably locals as well.

Safa bit her lips slightly down, then said slowly. “I'm ashamed, Sir.”

The Father was silent with a frown.

“Lho, how embarrassed?”

“Why should I be ashamed? Come on, just get in. Mushola is open to the public. Never be ashamed if you want to do right. You want worship. Why should I doubt that? Come in, it's okay if you don't bring a prayer tool, there is already provided.”

“Come, his ablution place over there.”

“Nessa!” call him to the two women in the same row who happened to pass by. I don't know what Nesa's name is. Safa looked at her nametag, it turned out to be the one on the left.

“Ya, Sir?”

“You guys take this adek, huh? Looks like he's confused.”

The two women looked at Safa kindly. “Come, Deck. Login together?”

Safa returned their smiles. Inevitably he nodded following the two female prosecutors into the mosque.

...........

Safa came out a few moments later. He waited for his terrace a little quiet to make it easier to find footwear.

During that time Safa rolled her eyes staring around. Safa gave a lip, she felt her clothes were the most exposed here. Sabrina-collared knee-length dress feels less suitable to step on a place of worship like this.

Among the sadness that struck, accidentally his eyes caught a figure that he had been waiting for —ralat— since yesterday.

The tall body was tied up with shoes on the terrace of the mosque.

Safa smiled broadly. Is this God's answer?

Spontaneously she immediately searched for her footwear. Not difficult, because the situation is already quiet. Fortunately again Safa uses mule shoes today, so no need to bother tying the rope here and there.

His feet swung toward Edzar. A happy smile spread across his lips. Finally, after waiting for several hours and holding back hunger, Safa found the man of her tribe. Safa waited until the afternoon.

“Om—“

Safa's sentence is stuck in the esophagus. Her footsteps stopped with a smile that was gone.

Safa riveted. A woman also approached Edzar. Wh who? Could it be his co-worker?

“It's done, Mas?” ask the woman, making Edzar look up.

Edzar's head nodded briefly, then rose to his feet preparing to leave.

The two men looked at it simultaneously.

Edzar's forehead creased as he looked at it. Even with that woman who seemed to be wondering.

“Who, Mas?”

Edzar did not answer, his gaze nailed Safa who now looked clouded.

Safa was still standing still in her place. His gaze dimmed as his throbbing heart prepared to deliver a pain that could potentially vaporize the clear liquid in his eyes.

They looked at each other for quite a while. Safa thought she would be satisfied once her desire to see Edzar was fulfilled. But, if what he saw like this could Safa still feel fine?

“Om-“

“You're still here?” asked Edzar with his distinctive flat voice.

What say? Still been?

“Om know Safa is here since earlier?” tanya Safa couldn't believe it. And damn Edzar nodded.

Safa sculpting. Did ya? So Edzar knew Safa was waiting for him so long downstairs? And that guy didn't want to see her on purpose?

“Then, Om also read Safa messages?” Whether it's a question or a statement. The answer is clear.

Evidently from Edzar who again nodded. Making Safa's forehead wrinkle with eyes that start to fog.

Safa gulped. Trying to minimize the pain that infiltrated his heart.

“Why?” ask Safa slowly. His voice began to tremble a sign that the girl was holding back a cry.

“K-why Om that set? Let Safa wait?” ask her with a loud voice.

“Om avoid Safa?”

“Why?”

“What Safa got wrong Om? I didn't want to pick up Safa's phone. I don't want to reply to Safa's message. Why?”

“What Om know? Safa waited for 4 hours. As if Reply Safa message if it can not go down.”

Safa's defense collapsed. Rain spots began to flow down his cheeks. His lips trembled at the silent faithful Edzar. Safa was sculpting when she did not see the care in those eyes.

Why is Edzar? Why did the man suddenly change? Or Safa who is overconfident that Edzar is starting to like her?

“Om...” Safa started crying.

Edzar looked at her coldly.

“What are you until I have to reply to your messages?”

“You think I have time for that?”

“I work. I busy. I am not you who work leha-leha at home and do not have activities,” Edzar said viciously. Safa's breath stopped. His tears were getting louder as if racing to get out. Didn't Edzar say too harshly?

“Om?” misik Safa couldn't believe it.

Edzar looked at her straight without feeling. Safa knew Edzar was cold, but it had never been this cold before. The man still had a soft side. But now, Safa felt Edzar was very different.

“One more. Whatever I do, it's none of your business. And I beg you very much, please don't bother me anymore. You are so annoying,” he said last time before then leaving with the woman.

Safa sculpting. Her tears were not held back. He stared at that wide back that was away. Is that how Edzar looked at him all this time?

Safa is nothing more than a bully who always cheats on her life.

Safa was sobbing in the deserted courtyard of the mosque. Under the afternoon shade that bears witness to the bias of the hearts that are now scattered.

For the first time in life, Safa felt a heartbreak as great as this. Can he fix it again after this?