SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 70

“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 have no activities,”

“One more. Whatever I do, it's none of your business. And I beg you very much, please don't bother me anymore. You're very annoying,”

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"Mom see, you seem to be close to Mr. Surya's daughter?"

Edzar's forehead wrinkled, "Near how?"

"The girl likes you."

"Edzar, I do hope you get married soon. But, I ask you to be wiser in choosing a partner. Not just because she's beautiful, or because she's a relative of ours. You should also see if he can stand by you, son." Dyah smilingly looked at his son, patting slowly on Edzar's shoulder. "You understand what Mom meant."

Edzar was silent for a long time, looking at the woman who was most instrumental in educating and giving birth to him.

"Mother just relax. She's not the kind of girl Edzar would like. He's just a young boy who's still in the peddling period getting to know feelings. We are different in every way, including age. His heart is unstable, uncertain. I don't have to worry about that."

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Safa walks gontai along the sidewalk. It was dark, adzan maghrib had been reverberating some time ago. His feet still went in no direction.

The shadow of Edzar's piercing sentence kept ringing. Safa should have stopped long ago. Since where Edzar said to his mother when in Bogor last time. That guy would never like it, Safa should know that.

Safa used to be so optimistic, ignoring conversations she had accidentally heard. With high confidence Safa continued to pursue Edzar. Without caring that his actions make others feel uncomfortable.

"You're so annoying."

The man's last words were so attached to his heart, squeezing the strong feeling that made his chest feel hot. His sentence continued to resonate, being rotated over and over again in another corner of his head.

Her tears rolled back, as the earthy thunder broke the horizon. Scraping the wishful thinking that slowly blurs the reality. Safa lost. Reality swallowed him round. As hard as he tried to get close, Edzar could not give him love.

You're stupid, Safa. Where are you who always reject romance? Why are you weak now just because of a man's rejection?

The sky rumbled along with a flash of lightning striking. His voice was deafening. Heavy rain has been pouring down on the capital since this afternoon. Safa shivered hugged herself, trying to banish the cold air that pierced through the pore, piercing the bones, making her skin turn pale.

Under ordinary circumstances, perhaps Safa would feel frightened by this situation. But now, somehow that feeling seemed dead.

His feet kept walking under the rain. Ignoring the strong wind, sweeping the water and trees to sway.

Under the dim light of the street lamp, Safa recalls some sweet memories between herself and Edzar. Who had flown it to the sky of the highest hope until now fell to the bottom of the deepest earth.

The man brings a lot of flavor to his life. Make him excited to live a day that is usually filled with meaningless activities. His heart trembled happily when he saw his figure. His stomach often feels heartbroken by happiness just by hearing his name.

Uforia is in love. Safa knows that.

Edzar did nothing, but his existence dominated Safa's mind. No exception now. The man had just incised the deepest wound of his life. Safa has never suffered such a heartbreak.

Maybe this is a lesson for him, that the appearance does not only bring love. The proof, the beauty that he was always proud of as if there was no meaning in front of Edzar.

No, it can't be like this. Edzar must know that Safa is not that weak. Safa would do something that would make the man regret.

Yes, you must rise up Safa. Don't cry for a man who doesn't even care about you. Enough of your struggle so far. Forget Edzar. There are still many other more superior men you can get.

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Cklek.

A flabbergasted face filled Safa's current attentions. Kamila stood with her mouth wide open, her eyes almost jumping up the moment after she opened the door.

"Gosh, Safa? You-" Kamila was stifled by Safa's truly awful appearance.

Drenched body, skin as pale as a corpse, eyes swollen and red. The body trembled with cold. What the hell's been going on?

"You why? No no, you go in first! It's cold outside!"

Kamila pulled her best friend into the house. His face looked very worried. Safa was asked to take a bath with warm water and change clothes so as not to catch a cold, although it seems already.

Safa said she also felt very dizzy because of the rain for too long. His legs hurt, walking from Kejari to Kamila's house was not a close distance. Still thankful he didn't faint on the street.

As long as Safa rested herself in her room, Kamila rushed into the kitchen making a ginger drink. His feet stepped into the front room while waiting for the stew, intending to lock the door and wipe down the wet traces that Safa had brought.

Kamila looked out the window for a while, the rain had not subsided, surely many areas were flooded at this time.

When he was about to close the curtains, suddenly his eyes caught the presence of a car on any road. His forehead frowned at the black Fortuner that stopped in front of his house.

"Did Mr Akbar just change cars?" mumbling slowly.

His shoulders sniffed no matter, not his business either. Mending he made extra spicy boiled noodles, like good rain-soaked like this.

Kamila returned to the kitchen after locking the door. Finished his cooking of ginger and hurriedly cooked noodles for himself as well as Safa. That girl must be starving. I don't know what made him so desperate to hit the storm like that. Kamila will ask that later, because at this time Safa looks very needy calm.

Safa came out of Kamila's room, her appearance was already much more presentable. She also uses a hairdryer to dry her hair faster. His body crashed on the sofa, along with Kamila who appeared from the kitchen.

In his hand was a tray containing two bowls of noodles. Savory fragrance out making the stomach of Safa rumbling. Moreover, Kamila added various toppings and rawits on it. Safa recalled, she had not eaten from morning, nor was she starving while waiting for Edzar.

Remembering that his face returned moody. The man was so happy to let him hang out on an empty stomach.

Safa could have eaten that time, but it was hard to leave before seeing Edzar.

"Thank you" he said, receiving a bowl from Kamila.

His hand immediately stirred the noodles and fed them into his mouth. However, a second later he grimaced away his fork.

"Aws, hot." Safa whimpered softly.

Kamila clucked at him, "Eat him slowly. I know it's hot. Drink first, cake. Maen is ravenous."

Safa grimaced to receive the glass Kamila extended. Drink until half is left. Besides being hungry, he was thirsty. After that Safa rolled up the noodles again with a fork, blew them, then ate them voraciously.

Kamila saw that with a dim face. What's going on, Safa? Why do you look so hungry? He even deliberately boiled two servings for Safa. If Safa is conscious, her bowl is fuller than Kamila's.