SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 87

The clattering of steps sounded after another, two pairs of legs walking hurriedly towards a room. Edzar took a quick step with Doni beside him. The two men seemed to rush down the hallway which was quite quiet even during the day. His hand raised pushed the door when it arrived. Two guards easily. Maybe because Edzar is quite familiar and has been here twice.

Edzar entered the VIP room followed by Doni. His steps stopped in the middle of the room. His eyes fell on a man who was sitting down and his head touched the patient's bed. In front of him was a woman who still faithfully closed her eyes.

Edzar approached, the man aware of his presence. His head looked up until Edzar could see my face waking up. One other person standing beside him, Edzar knew him as the man's assistant.

"Good morning, Mr. Bernadin," said Edzar.

"Morning" said Bernadin. Then looked back at the woman in front of him, grasping her delicate fragile hand. Despite being frail and inedible with age, Edzar could see traces of beauty on his aging face.

"How's your wife doing?"

"You can see for yourself."

"thank you. Because I told you in time. The man's been secured."

Edzar did not respond. But his manic faithfully looked at Bernadin who was reluctant to take a look from his wife. Thank goodness the woman survived. Edzar had promised to give security to bring Bernadin as a witness.

"We have submitted this case to the Central Jakarta District Court. There should be a call this week."

Bernadin fell silent, his head nodding slowly. "Goodoo. The sooner the better. You guys are stalling too long."

"Are you ready to testify?"

Bernadin turned his head, "If not ready, why would I let you stand here? Even volunteering to follow your orders to move around." A snort sounded from his mouth.

"How do you know my wife's in danger?" ask Bernadin.

As they looked at each other, there was a pause before Edzar answered. Doni turned to wait for Edzar's voice, because he was also curious about it. But Edzar's next answer was disappointing.

"That's not important. What's more important now is to move your wife abroad."

"Go to Germany. I have an acquaintance who can be trusted to keep Mrs Bernadin there."

"Germany?"

"Hm."

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"Sir, are you seriously sending them to Germany?" doni asked as they sat in the car.

"Only his wife. Bernadin must undergo examination as a witness." Edzar answered as his hand pulled the gears. The black Fortuner also drove through the streets, mingling with other vehicles.

Doni nods. "Indeed, who's the acquaintance you mean?"

Edzar did not immediately reply, his eyes focused on the traffic ahead. Making Doni crap himself waiting for him.

"Someone whom he could not touch" Edzar replied diplomatically.

Doni surrender. He should have known asking Edzar wouldn't have been satisfactory. They were silent all the way. More precisely Doni sulked and lazy to open his mouth. It was even profitable for Edzar who did not like to talk much.

Edzar was still Edzar, always keeping his own secrets.

Suddenly a message came in on his phone. Edzar opens a chat that turns out to be from Liandra.

"Mas, it's a busy afternoon, right? Eat together, yuk?"

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"That's right, there's a fallen tree. Worth a total death last night."

"I'll anterin you later this afternoon, yes. You must be stuck now, or maybe even the line is closed," Kamila continued.

Kamila turned his head when he did not get any advice from Safa. Then he realized the girl was daydreaming.

"God!" his reprimand pushed Safa's shoulder.

Safa jumped when her body suddenly tilted because of Kamila. Spontaneous lips pursed unhappily. His eyes glared sharply while returning to position.

"What dream, anyway? The feeling of semalem bengong continues. Think what, huh?"

"Think of when I can chat with someone." Safa answered the origin.

Kamila snorted, "Huh, lie. Honestly no!" kamila.

"No."

"Safa! Don't make the kepo!"

"Who told you to go?"

"You! Why look in front of me? Curious people know, no. Cepetan said...."

Safa sighed before finally opening her voice, "I'm still thinking about last night. I'm sure there was someone in front of your house last night."

"Ck, that's again."

Safa snickered with her mouth sneering, "Tuh, right. You don't believe it. That's why I'm lazy to tell."

"Yes yes already, call the characteristics of the person you see it," said Kamila could not bear. He will always be a good listener for Safa.

"Black shirt, black pants, black hat. It feels so familiar."

"Familiar how does that mean? A lot of people like to dress like that."

"But I'm no stranger" Safa chuckled.

"Safa, not a few people who have the same body shape. I have also done it like you. I used to think it was my ex, it wasn't. I thought I saw Park Seo Joon, uh. He knew Jojon. Don't be too thoughtful. At most people pass by."

"Mila, I'm no longer kidding, yeah!"

"I'm not kidding either, Curia.... I'm serious, really. Sometimes I like that. Everyone is also looking. Tanya, deh."

"Or, uh!" Safa scowled her hands over her stomach.

Kamila clucked her head, "Haihh, run rampant again, ramp your job terrosak that."

"That's it. Lupainic. Why the dizziness, anyway?"

Tong!

"Just a second!" kamila exclaimed as the sound of bells bursting into the room. Hurrying his feet stepped leaving Safa into the front room.

Before long Kamila returned with a bag of food, I don't know what. But from her logo Safa knew it was from one of the food stalls near here.

"What, huh?"

Kamila handed one to Safa without asking which one Safa wanted. It really is him, tuh. Without protest, Safa opened the box of wet spring rolls following the included chopsticks from there. The toppings are pretty spilled. Safa stirred the contents of the box and prepared to feed it to her mouth. But his hand stopped in the air when he heard the sound of camera shots.

His head turned to Kamila who was holding a mobile phone, pointing the camera at Safa. After that, take it seriously. Before long Safa's phone clinked a sign of incoming messages. It wasn't her who checked, but Kamila who hurriedly picked it up and told Safa to open the code. After that Kamila was busy with Safa's postel without looking at the owner.

Safa stared at that sinless face. Then he tapped in, "There's, yes, your manager. Who is busy who. There's no compromise with the boss."

Kamila grimaced displaying her teeth, "Quiet. The money will be transferred."

Safa ignored, her focus returning to the food and television ahead. Ignoring Kamila who is actively scavenging rupiah from some photos uploaded.

Safa admits she's proud of Kamila. Safa secretly thanked Kamila for being able to drag her all this way. Little by little Safa began to abandon her lazy habit. Safa also began to cut back on asking for money from her father and brother. And all of that is thanks to Kamila.

Without Kamila, maybe Safa is still busy struggling in a blanket because of a broken heart.

"Mil."

"Hm."

"Thank you, huh?"

"Huh?" Kamila looked up not understanding, but a second later she was back busy on her phone and muttered in passing. "Together."

Safa grunts. Kamila could not pay attention to his sincere thanks. But that's okay, because honestly if under ordinary circumstances Safa prestige said that.

In the afternoon, as Kamila promised Safa, she drove the girl home. Luckily the weather wasn't as bad as yesterday, today was pretty sunny, didn't know it was night. It's just that they still have to fight with traffic jams. The return hours often make the traffic fuller.

Safa looked over at the side of the window. Kamila's car was at the very edge, only blocked one motor from the sidewalk. Actually Safa was not happy with her best friend, she could have taken a taxi rather than having to make Kamila jostle on the road to take her home.

But Kamila forced. He said there were many cases of non-wearing involving motorists or taxi drivers online. Inevitably Safa became a follow-up parno itself.

"I would feel guilty for life if anything happened to you" Kamila said just before they left the house.

Safa commented a smile recalling Kamila's concern for her. But the lip line had to disappear when his eyes caught a heart-slicing sight. There, in a Ciamik Cafe, Edzar sat right by the window. What made Safa's heart churn was the figure sitting before her. Liandra, the woman smiling fondly looked at Edzar.

Again Safa had to see the two men. Why does God always bring them together if the end must be Safa who bears her own pain. They live in the same city, even a residential complex. But what should happen by coincidence like this?

Why does it sound a little cruel? Safa feels unfair because here only she feels beaten.

Not wanting to linger staring, Safa straightened her eyes on the crowded vehicle that was waiting in line there. Lord, until when will this feeling settle in his heart?

On the other hand, Edzar tries hard to be friendly by being a good listener. Liandra was talking about her day at work. Edzar sighed holding back the boredom that made him want to go home soon. Shower and rest.

His black net turned to the side, staring at the crowded traffic activity that was no longer a foreign thing. Edzar was stunned for a while, thinking about various problems that lately took his time. Maybe some more stages will all be finished. Waiting for action from the court. Edzar hopes no drama will make it difficult.

Edzar should have no more business, because in fact the corruption case is the duty of the KPK and its ranks. Edzar only helped a little, and that already made him sacrifice a lot of things.

It'sit's okay. Any minute. It's just a little while away and Edzar will fight for what he has to fight for.

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"Did you?" call Safa when she sees the shadow of someone on the second floor balcony, she just came out of the room to make milk. But a faint sounding voice unbundled his intentions.

Dava was standing out there with his phone stuck to his ear. The man looked over as Safa approached. Safa's forehead is made to wrinkle. Is it just her feeling Dava's face looks tense? The man also looked a little pias when he saw it.

"Why are the nights here?" Safa looked at the dark house. And Dava's whereabouts surprised him enough. "Call who, anyway? Must be on the balcony? Ngagetin. Safa thinks ghosts." Safa's lips are pursed.

Dava smiled stiffly. Then talk for a while before ending the call, "It's already. I hung up" he said to no one.

Safa saw Dava's rather strange movements. The man looked a little nervous like never before. Is there a problem in the company? Or is there something else? Whatever it is, Safa is not ready to go bankrupt!

"Why not sleep?" ask Dava who even seemed to divert the conversation.

Safa showed a tumbler in her hand. "You take a drink, and Safa has not made milk."

Dava nodded while muttering 'oh'.

"Dare to go to the kitchen by yourself?" dava asked with a mocking look.

"So brave. But look brother here so scared, ghostly," he replied innocently.

Dava chuckled ruffled his sister's hair in a fit of anxiety. Then embrace her down the stairs to the kitchen. "Come, brother interracial."

Safa said without saying much, Dava waited for her to finish brewing milk. It was a wonder in his mind. Usually, Dava is the most anti if asked for help by him, especially Dava often mocked him if he was timid at night.

"Want to?" tanya Safa offered her a glass of warm milk.

Dava clucked and frowned in disdain, "Keep away. Keep it!" tight while closing the nose.

Safa forgot, Dava hates milk. Especially the white ones. He said it smells bad. Safa grimaced slowly distancing the glass back, then drank the milk until half was left.

"Reran, really drink that. Like a baby." Dava grumbled half ridiculing. His hands wagged trying to dispel the smell that made him nauseous.

Safa rolled her eyes lazily, drinking her milk again to the toilet. "Sacred. Kayak pas orok not nyusu only," his dream was no less sneering.

"It's because of necessity."

"Well, excuses. What baby knows about his needs. If you don't like it, don't like it."

"Pull things on, yeah, you. The belom? Brother lives, nih," Dava threatened.

Safa cans put the used glass in the sink. Hurry up, she catches up with Dava, who is about to get out of the kitchen. His lips pursed grabbing the burly arm. Cih, usually threatened. Safa coward.

Safa hugged Dava's arm tightly as they climbed the stairs. His eyes were in the darkness. Her hair stood up without being prevented. Dava sighed lazily looking at that. His sister is really a coward. I want it to feel like Dava is working, but afraid of waking up people at home. One complex could be alarmed if Safa had shouted.

"Well, go in. Sleeps. Don't worry about watching Drakor." Dava patted his sister's head as they reached the front of the room.

Safa Manyun, even though she's a movie marathon. But no papa, Dava doesn't know what Safa's doing in the room. Safa smiled inwardly.

But unexpectedly Dava interrupted again, "If you want to stay up, yes please. Though last night brother denger people cry overtime. Hiih.. serem anyway," he said as he passed to the room. Their rooms are across.

Spontaneous Safa jumped up to her brother who was about to close the door. Dava's words managed to make him creep. As a result, Safa whined for sleep in Dava's room. Dava was overwhelmed to release Safa's embrace in her stomach. Dava's sorry. Know this mending just be quiet. Intentions want to prevent his sister not staying up late, even he who became dizzy himself.

"Please off! Brother lied, Dek. Nothing, no ghosts! By Allah, you lied! Uda, ah eah.. kayak son of mony*et a gini hanger!" Dava squirms trying to break away.

"Abang...! Don't want to, Safa wants to sleep here.... Safa temenin.... Tell me who's nakut-nakutin....!"

"Whisper!" hiss Dava while glaring.

"Therefore Safa temenin sleeps.." whine with a reddened face ready to cry.

Dava rubbed his face trying to be patient. Repeatedly doing respiration controls emotions. It looks like tomorrow Dava should try to meditate so as not to have high blood. Having a sister like Safa is not easy. It takes sky-level patience to deal with it.

Dear God, please tell her future husband to practice from now on so as not to be shocked.