SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 76

"Mom why didn't you tell me you wanted to come here? Know that way Edzar picked it up."

Dyah smilingly looked at his son, his hands raised gently rubbed Edzar's stocky shoulders. "No need, you must be tired of coming home from work. Then I'm the same Liandra here."

"Lin, here. This is, you know, Aunt's son who was told yesterday. His name is Edzar."

"Edzar, know this Liandra, Mom's high school friend's son. He's a UI graduate, you know."

Liandra shyly extended her hand, tucking her hair behind her ear while occasionally staring at Edzar. "Liandra, Mommy."

Edzar stared at the hand flatly, for the sake of politeness inevitably he welcomed him. "Edzar" he said briefly, as short as his hand which he did not take a second to pull back.

Liandra hesitated that they might shake hands.

Edzar knew what his mother meant to come here with a woman. Especially if not to be arranged?

Actually Edzar is tired. Tired of work, tired of everything he faced lately to the point of having to sacrifice the feelings of a girl who actually refused to hurt.

But he should. The only way to distract the man, Edzar had to keep Safa away from him.

It was also his mistake to mindlessly exploit the girl's whereabouts while at the hotel to avoid any suspicion that he was actually meeting Bernadin. Edzar didn't think it would be so bad it was life-threatening.

But now that Edzar could breathe a sigh of relief, he finally managed to distract that person from Safa. Although after this he had to think even harder for Bernadin's matter. At least, Safa is safe now.

For several hours Edzar tried to be patient, he was at least comfortable there were strangers in his house. Moreover, Edzar realized, several times his mother sought various reasons to leave him alone with Liandra.

Liandra is beautiful, polite, and certainly educated. The woman also looks smart. Very flexible when talking. Yet again Edzar seemed numb. It was not enough to make his heart move.

Edzar instead felt dizzy and wanted to rush to the room to sleep immediately. Several times he was unfocused in response to the conversation. Liandra dominated the conversation between them. Because Edzar was just silent, he was actually not good at chatting with someone. Edzar will make a sound when asked, the rest he just be a listener.

Edzar's mind branched out on several things, including the girl who might currently hate him. Edzar's heart was a little unwilling, his jakun went up and down swallowing saliva considering the wounded look.

His tears were broken and sounded heartbreaking in Edzar's ears. No one knew how difficult it was for him to refrain from turning around and pulling him into an embrace. Or when the girl walked in the rain, Edzar could only see her from a distance. Follow and make sure he stays safe.

After that, Edzar heard that the girl had fallen ill. At least it's better.

Edzar would not avoid that he loved Safa. That feeling just grew in his heart. The girl managed to break down the defense that she had been building all this time.

Sluggishly entering carried a strange, ridiculous sigh. Making Edzar unable to stem the overflow of feelings that are increasingly soaring every day.

But now, he could only endure all that. This feeling is too dangerous. He did not want to drag the girl into his sometimes risky life circle.

Safa was too sweet to be with him. That girl deserves someone better.

Only, did he sincerely see her alongside the others?

"Edzar?"

"Edzar?"

Edzar flinched as his mother came shaking his shoulders slightly. He turned his head raising his eyebrows inquiring, making Dyah cluck inexhaustibly.

Dyah grimaced looking at Liandra unwell. The son ignored him, Dyah knew that. He was in the kitchen watching both of them. And only the Liandra actively spoke, while Edzar was silent as daydreaming.

"Antar Liandra's coming home, gih."

Edzar's forehead was frowned upon hearing the order.

"It's already night. We took a taxi here. It's a pity that Liandra has to take another cab."

Edzar did not have the heart to refuse. Lazily the man took the key to his room. Then come down again to carry out the mother's order to escort Liandra.

"Be careful on the road...."

Up there, Safa saw it all. He did not deny the envy that immediately absorbed his heart. Edzar looked very attentive when he opened the door for the woman. Safa's eyes softly stared at the departure of Edzar's car that drove away from the house.

Where are they going? Did the two take a romantic evening? Tomorrow's weekend. Many people use this opportunity to date.

Except for singles like Safa of course. It's just a fall, heartbroken anyway. Less pathetic what his life is.

Safa turned away from the window. His feet stomped open the room door in annoyance. Walk down the stairs to grab a snack in the kitchen. But....

"UNCLE...! WHERE IS THIS FOOD? HOW COME, NOTHING?" safa screams when she does not find any snacks in the refrigerator. There is also no tekas.

Bik Inem was knocked out of the TV room, "Lha, Non Safa what, anyway? Kan Non himself who yesterday exhausted. Aunt hasn't been shopping, Non. There are still plenty of food. Kan is usually Non Safa who likes to buy ciki-ciki so. Auntie doesn't know, she knows chips, no. To be bought afraid of being wrong. Our taste is different, Nope."

Manyun safa. Right, he's the one who spent it. Every time his heart fretted it must have run to food. But now what should Safa do? Vegetable snacking? Ih, don't want to. The fruit? Safa wants to eat micin.

He glanced at the clock that showed a figure of 21 over 15 minutes. Not too late, minimarket is still open. It doesn't seem to matter if Safa comes out for a while. Dava was busy in his study.

Rushing Safa picked up the wallet in the room. Not forgetting a cardigan to cover the tanktop. After that Safa was ready to come out.

Because of the short distance, so Safa decided to walk. He can't ride a motorcycle. Bicycles are not good. Especially cars.

Not until 10 minutes Safa arrived at minimarket. He immediately took the basket and put in some snacks he wanted.

From potato chips, bananas, and cassava. Tempe chips, chitos, corn, as well as other snacks that he thinks are delicious. Safa also includes some instant foods, one of which is spicy topokki which is her favorite today.

While being picky, someone suddenly greeted him.

"Safa?"

Safa turned her head, her forehead wrinkled at the man who looked a little foreign in her eyes. Safa hesitantly mentioned the man's name, "Sir Diko?"

Diko smiled and nodded. Making Safa sigh in relief because it is not wrong to know. They still live in a complex, but rarely meet. So Safa doesn't remember the guy. It was just a few times that I could cross paths.

"How are you?" ask Diko.

"Well," Safa replied briefly with a smile. "Sir Diko how? Okay, too, right?" he continued to try to be friendly.