SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 81

In the morning according to his promise to Diko, Safa is getting ready to wear sports clothes to jog to the complex park. Traning pants and t-shirts are an option so as not to get sultry.

T-shirts are very comfortable because they can absorb sweat well. Not to forget the Sport shoes complement its appearance. Safa also brushed her hair so as not to disturb while running. For the bangs he let it be because it is not too troublesome.

Okay ready.

Diko was already waiting in front when Safa came out of her house. Safa is grateful that Diko brought a vehicle, considering the distance of the park is quite tiring if taken by foot. Not like Dava who told him to run without feeling. It seems like Diko is the type of person who cares for women.

"Are you ready?"

Safa nodded enthusiastically. Then occupied the rear of the Diko motor which was again a kind of moge. If this is the story Safa so feel shooting Street Children. Lately he has been riding Ninja motorcycles.

What's up with the men? Do they feel cool and dashing when using a large vehicle?

Though if it can be honest Safa is not comfortable because afterwards it often causes pain.

That's Safa, don't know anything else.

It was not too crowded when they arrived at the park. Safa and Diko ran on the track together after previously warming up first.

Which makes Safa salute, the man with his gentle adjust the rhythm of running Safa whose speed is arguably like a snail. It has stopped a lot anyway.

Not 100 meters Safa has stagnated first. The suffering of people who have never done heavy activities is like this. If Dava was with him, surely his brother would be nagging while pounding Safa's ass whenever Safa stopped in the middle of the road.

"Tumben I didn't see your brother? Usually Sunday gini like to jog?"

"Bang Dava has to get to the airport. Get Daddy Mother." Safa replied with a breath of excitement. He was pausing for a moment because he swore by whatever his feet were not strong.

"Oh...." Diko looked at Safa who was bowing her hands on her knees. The girl was so exhausted, even though the distance was not too far away.

"Where did your father run out of it?" ask again while stepping aside to give way to those who want to get ahead of them.

"Out of town, brother. Business affairs," Safa replied still set the breath.

Diko nodded in understanding. The waist-rigged man stared around, waiting for Safa to finish resting herself.

"Sister Diko, I can't run away. Brother if you want to go first, just don't papa."

"Lha, what, that? Relax just the next time. It is also called jogging, small running. It's called a sprint." Diko laughed crisply as she said that.

Safa grimaced in shame. It looks like he never had a body. They returned to running after feeling Safa was ready to continue. Diko patiently fending off Safa who was again lashing out, I don't know how many times. Before continuing to reach a distance of 500 meters.

Other people have got 2 rounds, Safa and Diko boro-boro. That's because Safa stopped. Marathon athletes will laugh at this. Safa really does suck at exercising.

Just for information, sports is the field that Safa hates the most after Mathematics and Physics in school first. Yes, although all the lessons none Safa liked.

Safa loves shopping and grooming. She was put on menor by her friends at Junior High because she had dared to wear lipstick to school. Though it's lip gloss, not so visible on the lips of Safa which is already pink from there.

Not just that, anyway. Safa also wears eyeliner and mascara, but it is thin, so natural it looks like.

Catedain, but followed. That's Safana Halim. Whatever he wears must be a trend, especially among female friends. The fate of beautiful people is so, always many imitate. But of course as hard as they follow his style, still Safa champion.

"Sister Diko, stop first...! Hah hah hah. I'm really not strong. Huaa...."

Again early in the morning Diko had to stop because Safa was complaining tired. The girl was sitting on the side of the road so uninhibited. Diko's head circulates, they're still far from finishing. There is no minimarket here. Safa looks very pale.

"Safa? You all right?" ask Diko a little worried. His body was crouching in front of Safa

Well from where? Geez, Safa is thirsty, Oh my God...

Safa's throat hurts so dry. Safa really needs water. Or he'll die of dehydration here. The body was very weak, it felt Safa would faint right now.

Sementara itu Diko mulai gelisah. Harusnya dia bawa minum untuk berjaga-jaga. Sekarang dia jadi bingung sendiri. Kalau sampai terjadi apa-apa dengan Safa, dia juga yang kena.

Diko tried to ask the other runners who passed them, but none of them brought water.

Amidst the unrest, suddenly a bottle stretched out before them. Both of them looked up, looking at who the person who seemed to be intending to help was.

Safa riveted. His feelings are mixed. He forgot about the possibility of meeting Edzar here. Though Safa itself knows Edzar often exercise in jogging track park complex.

Yes, the owner of that hand is Edzar. I don't know what happened to Safa. Why has he met Edzar accidentally lately?

Edzar stood with his distinctive flat face. His hands were still hanging in the air with a drinking bottle in his grasp. Safa who saw that tried to swallow. He's really thirsty. But Safa could not have received Edzar's gift. Prestigiousness.

Safa turned her eyes to another place. Struggling to resist the temptation of the clear shadows of the water. His throat was dry, but his instincts felt unwell if the water came from Edzar.

I don't know, his heart was still angry and disappointed. Seeing Edzar made Safa recall the sadistic words of the man. Of course Safa can not immediately forget it, right?

"Aren't you going to drink?" diko asked in wonder, let alone looking at Safa who seemed reluctant to look at Edzar. Diko watched the two take turns. He felt that there was something between them. Isn't Edzar Safa's new neighbor?

"That-"

"Necessary. I'm still strong, really. Later buy it in Alfa," said Safa interjected. Suddenly his body got up, about to continue running which was still half way.

Sontak Diko stood up, following the girl's slightly shaken steps. Is it too late to refuse? What exactly did Safa think?

"Why not take it?" tanya Diko half whispered.

Safa just shook her head without even looking. He tried to run a little. Five steps, stop. Step again, then stop. The end is even a leisurely walk.

Very shy, her heart.

Edzar who saw that could only sigh. Safa is very stubborn as it turns out. Several times he shook his head to see Safa braking a step. Edzar never thought, is it difficult to accept help from him?

On the other hand, Diko looked at Safa from the side. The girl's face was so pale.

"Safa? Seriously, you're not papa?"

"No," Safa said briefly. But inversely proportional to its looks. The girl's steps swallowed, half staggering.

"e-uh. Aw!"