SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 86

"P-sir, sorry that his son accidentally hit my knee.." Safa tweeted in a stammering tone. Safa was really nervous right now. This was the first time he had met in person with a state official. Heart's fretting. Safa won't be prosecuted, will she? Is there anything that would ensnare someone for making a child cry?

Hopefully the boy is not hurt, Safa could be accused of persecution. Safa can fight against the minister's son even though he is still as big as sprouts.

Something felt like it was touching his arm. Safa turned to find Dava who was looking at her with a demanding look. Honestly, he didn't understand the signal that his brother gave him. Already know the adek insensitive, use all codes.

Looking at Safa who did not also understand, Dava sighed faintly trying to be patient. Forgot that Safa was weak in thought.

"Sir, I apologize for my brother's carelessness towards my father's son. I'm really sorry about that. If you don't mind, please allow Safa to make amends."

Safa turned her head quickly, why was she the one to blame?

The Minister laughed crisply, he rubbed the head of his son with affection. "No need, Mr. Dava. I'm sure your sister was unintentionally. This was also due to the less cautious Ineu. He's having fun running. My mother and I were dizzy with their feet that could not stand still. Haha...."

His head shook, "Bad girl. You're secretly stalking Papa, aren't you?" he pinched Ineu's nose. Ineu scowled with a slightly red face. Her crying had already stopped, leaving only a small sob that sounded soft.

"Ineu wants esklim.." said Ineu with his slurred accent.

"Eskrim? Yes, let's go home. You will stop by the road."

The girl shook her head. Unexpectedly his fat index finger pointed at Safa, leaving Safa aghast on the spot. His eyes flickered half in panic. What's the kid want?

"Beautiful sister was promised to buy Ineu esklim," he said innocently.

Safa who was no less innocent even replied, "Lho, instead of just saying no, huh?"

"Aw!" Dava pinched Safa's waist. Don't know this situation son, his mind.

"Ah... Eskrim, huh? Dek Ineu calm down, Sister Safa will buyin bua.nyak for Adek. Yeah, right, brother?" Dava blinked quickly gesturing to Safa. Thankfully this time Safa understood until she immediately nodded.

"I-iya, right. Beliin's brother, hehe."

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Slurp....

Safa sipped the soup after blowing it first. Then put the small pieces of ribs that have been made into his mouth. Munching greedily with rice separated in different bowls. Safa looks pretty ravenous. Made Dava shake her head to see it.

"Slow down times, Deck. No one will ask, really," Dava said before casually bribing his food. The man sat on the sofa, while Safa was chubby on the floor with food on the table.

They are having lunch at the moment. Delivery, because Dava is lazy to come out. He also saw his sister who was also exhausted after taking Ineu for a walk. I don't know what the son of the Minister did to make Safa tepar like that. Safa said, he was invited to tour various ice cream shops, but in the end Ineu instead bought Boba.

Clearly Dava was laughing, let alone seeing Safa's face tangled like a shabby newspaper. Rarely saw his sister appear messy.

"Laper! Tired! Brother diem aja. Princess is on fire!"

"This is what I hate about children, they are nicotine," he continued grumbling.

Dava just clucked and refocused on his rib soup. Safa doesn't like children very much. He thinks they're very disturbing.

"Dek, Brother has a joint venture. Still new. Help promotion, dong."

"Can aja. The origin of Louis Vuitton's pay."

"Ck, just found out Bakso Aci ads are that expensive." Dava grunts while bribing the rice.

"Can exclusive. Survive a lifetime on my profile. The rest is just a few days. Well, have a brother I'll keep uploading periodically. Comparable, right?"

Dava grunted an incredulous smile. Where is the advertising method from? There was a sound of knocking on the door from outside. Dava told the man to come in. There appeared to be a man in his thirties with a standard height yet quite handsome. The man was carrying a map that contained nothing. His feet approached Dava who was sitting on the sofa. Once Safa's brother had finished eating.

"This is the financial record you requested. I'm sorry I have to hand this over now and disrupt your time" he said, handing the map to Dava. Dava received it and opened it at a glance, then put it on the table and switched to reaching for a glass of water to drink.

"It's okay. I will check again. You can get out now."

The man nodded, then walked out of Dava's room. Safa looked at her brother who was leaning with his eyes closed, then she interrupted, "Not him offered to eat, instead tell him to come out. It's not polite to be a boss."

"Likes," said Dava.

Sorenya Safa returned to Kamila's house. He was planning to stay at his best friend's house. Kamila says she's free tomorrow, so take Safa for the movie marathon. Safa also told her parents, even Dava himself who drove her here. Kamila they believed. The girl was eleven twelve with Safa who was a hobby of staying at home.

Safa took a shower and changed clothes there. There were some of her clothes in Kamila's closet. Intentionally Safa stay just in case if you have to spend the night like now.

Before they start watching, they go for a walk to buy food. From starting ciki-kian in minimarket to street food such as hotang, otak-otak, grilled meatballs, dumplings, and other snacks that if there is in the block of South Jakarta culinary paradise.

Safa and Kamila entered the car, then they went home with a mountain of food in the back seat.

"What did you watch first, huh?" ask Kamila when she gets home. The girl was fiddling with the laptop.

Safa sipped her mango juice before replying, "Come, what matters is over."

"Bulgasme?"

"No, ah. I don't like the chicks."

Kamila clucked, "So he said it was up to him. Help me choose, dong," he said half annoyed.

Safa approached with a pinch of grilled meatballs. His eyes combed through the ranks of the latest Korean Drama in a paid viewing app. Occasionally he bites the meatballs in his hand. Then his index finger pointed at one of the posters that managed to attract his attention.

"It looks like it's exciting" he said, clicking on the drama.

Halfway through, Safa had stopped watching and asked for another change. Which made Kamila sneer. Habit, if the female lead is not srek surely rationohnya like this. Safa likes Drakor, but not maniacs like the ones who gobble up all the drama to watch. Safa was leaning more towards the female lead. I don't know what criteria he set. Which is certainly difficult to guess, because Safa itself is difficult to explain.

This applies to all movies as well. Safa will not immediately watch because the film is booming and crowded discussed. Still Safa must judge the female actor who srek with heart.

"Udah kayak nyari jaja must be in accordance with the heart," said Kamila when he first knew the habits of Safa this one.

Finally after thirty minutes had passed they found a suitable drama. Usually Safa will search for up to hours. Thank goodness this time it wasn't. You can die of boredom if it keeps happening.

Their choice fell on the new dramas Park Min Young and Song Kang. Mature women, calm, and naive men are cute. Errata, Safa chose. Kamila just came along because honestly he was okay to watch anything. As long as it's not a frontal kill like a head-butt or anything that would make it disgusted and difficult to eat. He's not the fussy Safa in every way.

Switching on episode two, they were already treated to hot scenes of the two main characters. Don't ask Safa and Kamila how. The two single women were clearly mupeng with fixed eyes staring at the screen. They stopped chewing so much of their focus. It's actually not that hot compared to Hollywood movies. But for singles like those who do not have a partner to try, such a scene is enough to make the heart flutter.

Just watching, all of a sudden....

Jlepa.

"Yes...!!"

Darkened. All the lights in Kamila's house went off without warning. Safa's reflexes screamed and surged into Kamila's arms in shock. Kamila was the same, but the girl reacted more calmly. Unlike Safa who is now whining while holding it tightly, making Kamila claustrophobic unable to move.

"Diem why, anyway, uh. It hurts the ears! I know it's dark. New cell phone, cake. Not even screaming."

"Deliver! I want to look out first," continued Kamila while wriggling trying to remove the circle of Safa's hands.

Instead of escaping, Safa even tightened her embrace. "Gapain out?" tanyanya.

"Ck, would you like to see if all the light houses die or just this house doang." Kamila explained lazily. "Udah, ah, loose! Stiffness, nih!"

Kamila forcibly took off Safa's embrace and got off the sofa. Not wanting to be left alone, Safa got up and embraced Kamila's arm tightly. Kamila rolled her eyes lazily. It's hard to have a coward, her mind.

"Saf, you wait here. It won't be long, though."

"No way!" push Safa hard.

Kamila sighed in surrender, "Yes, take the phone, we need a flashlight."

"Where's your flashlight?"

"Safa.." call Kamila fat.

Not wanting to argue, Safa handed over her phone which she had been holding since.

"Why not?" safa asked when she saw Kamila who was even stunned.

"You've been holding a cell phone?"

Plainly Safa nodded. I want it to feel Kamila screamed out a sense of annoyance. "Keep why don't you worry.... Even screaming is unclear. Why, huh?"

"Can fear. Yeah, well, what's the trouble? Very repot," said Safa plate.

Heuhh.... Kamila gritted her teeth in anxiety.

You're the one who's bothered, Safa! Not me!

Lazy prolong the affair, as soon as Kamila walked into the front room. Of course Safa pokes her around like a chick. The girl did not want to take off her arms for a second.

"Mil.. slowly," whispered Safa afraid.

Kamila ignored. His feet rushed towards the window and looked out. It's all dark. It means the lights are off. I don't know since when the rain started to fall. Indeed, when they came home to buy food the sky was already rumbling. Now even lightning strikes each other. This may also be the reason why the electricity is completely out. There could be trees falling.

"Dead it all, huh, Mil?"

"He'em."

"What happened, dong?"

"Where's what?" Kamila was busy looking out.

"Well, how are we? It's dark."

"Yes continues? The name is also off the lights, it's dark."

"You don't have that generator?"

"No, it's broken."

"Not buy anymore?"

"A lot of it, yes you. Niggling! Okay, ah, let's just watch."

"Benta jerk! You don't have a candle?"

"Nothing!" kamila was getting upset.

Safa scowls. Kamila turned around to return to the middle room. But his steps were held back because Safa suddenly nailed his leg. Kamila looked over, "Why?" tanyakanya.

Kamila followed Safa's line of sight looking out the window. "Ngeliatin what, anyway?"

Safa fell silent, suddenly her face changed like a ghost. Makes Kamila wince.

"Why are you, anyway? Ngeliatin what?" ask again.

The girl seemed to gulp down before then replied in a soft voice, "Mil, I just saw someone there."

"People?" Kamila looked out the window again. There's no one. "Where? There's no one."

Safa shook her head confidently, "No. I actually saw people. Guys. Wear a hat."

"Ah, ngadi-ngadi. There's nobody, no."

"Miles.... I'm not lying." said Safa began to whine.

"Halusinated times. No one wants to buy candles. Udah, ah, come on."

Kamila pulled her arm a little forcefully. Inevitably Safa stepped up following Kamila back into the living room. Occasionally his head turned back, looking at the curtain-covered window with a flaming shadow of lightning out there.

Safa was sure she saw someone earlier. The posture also felt familiar in Safa's eyes. The black hat, I don't know how many times he saw it.

.............

Elsewhere, someone was walking in the middle of a hospital hallway. The knocking of his shoes echoed breaking the silent atmosphere of the night. The white coat clung perfectly to his tall, well-built body. His feet moved steadily towards a room. For a moment he stopped as two bodyguards intercepted him in front of the VIP ward door, the place he had been heading to since. The two nodded as there was nothing suspicious. The doctor is welcome to enter.

Just as the door closed, the man lowered his mask to hang it under his chin. His eyes were fixed on the only bed there. A body was helplessly stretched over it. The doctor approached slowly, his eyes flatly staring at the female patient with a state of apprehension. His head shakes inexhaustibly. People like this are still being maintained?

"Not useful" he whispered softly.

The man spread his gaze across the room, then stopped at a sofa not far away. His feet approached, picking up a pillow before heading back towards the bed. Staring expressionlessly at the frail woman with various tools clinging to her body.

Slowly but surely, his hand was raised reaching for the breathing apparatus that was covering the woman's nose and mouth. However, his movements came to a halt when he remembered something. The man clucked away his hand, throwing the pillow he had taken from the sofa.

"I forgot to have prepared a more classy way to finish you off" he said, reaching for something behind the socks.

A complete injection with liquid in it. Then he opened the needle cover and snapped his finger there. The corner of his lips lifted. His eyes did not look at the weakly lying woman, then turned to the infuse pole beside her.

"Good bye, ma'am," he whispered as he aimed an injection at the infuse hose.