SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 88

"Why isn't your aunt the one who told you to come here?"

"No, ah, Bun. Kasian if you have to muter first. Mending Safa is going there."

Early in the morning, Miranti asks Safa to accompany her to review the wedding venue at the Hotel. He said, Om Tirta was busy in the office to prepare for marriage leave next month. Safa is kind and not arrogant fine-fine only, as long as it comes home bought by Chanel sekebon lipstick. Haha, kanda.

Safa is not cruel that squeezes the tant, especially with wedding preparations that require large costs, Safa knows enough to not add to the burden.

Safa stood by the roadside waiting for an invitation. He had already booked a taxi to drive her to Oma's house. But how long, huh? His brother Grab said it was close. Safa looked at the watch and it had been almost thirty minutes since the last message from the driver.

Want to ask for Dava, but his brother had already left even when Safa just came out of the room. Mr. Iwan is also impossible because he has to take Mr and Mrs Halim to Bogor. They left early in the morning blind. Be Safa and Bik Inem's stay at home.

Safa breathed a bored sigh. Waiting is one of the most annoying things in life. Especially waiting for the feelings of people who do not welcome. Safa's heart grew more and more wry every day. Safa turned her eyeballs looking at Alisia who was walking over. The goal is clearly the house next to it. Moreover, the woman carried a bushy as usual.

Is God playing him? Yesterday Liandra, now Alisia. The fate of Edzar.

Safa glared as they accidentally met their eyes. He could even feel the scornful gaze that Alisia had placed on him. That woman must have felt like she was winning.

If only he knew the man he adored already had a candidate, would his expression still be this tall?

"August, Safa. Very neat. Where are you going?" tanya Alisia looked at Safa's appearance from top to bottom. There was a hint of envy emanating from his eyes looking at Safa's outfit worth hundreds of millions. He knows because he often sees headlines from one of the brands whose products Safa uses.

Alisia immediately normalized her face in order to maintain the image. It could fall in his pride if Safa knew he was in the heat of the heart.

"It's not Ma'am's business," Safa answered ketus without returning his morning greeting.

The face of Alisia shrinks. But he didn't give up just like that. From the beginning he had intended to make Safa hot. Just look later if Edzar has appeared, Alisia assures her expression is not helped.

"You can't be polite to older people, can you?" taunted. "But no papa, anyway. I don't need courtesy from you either."

Alisia looked down at Safa's hand, "Omong-by the way, lately I've seen you never again ready Mas Edzar. Tumbens. Wh why? Usually you are the most gercep," he continued with a tone no less ketus.

Safa belied lazily while scolding. His attitude was still calm despite knowing he was being cornered.

"Isn't that good for Ma'am? Besides, I don't have time for anything at all important to prepare provisions."

"Mending food is given to orphans and duafa. Shouldn't we be sharing with people who need it more?"

"And I think Om Edzar is not included in the category of people who need a helping hand. Why bother thinking about it?"

Alisia turned her head, "Didn't you like it?"

Momentary silence. Then Safa turned her head to look at Alisia, a loyal innocent expression dominating her face. "Likes? Says who?" His eyes flickered ostensibly innocently.

That sentence with a question tone made Alisia snort. "After all your attention, you still want to avoid it?"

"It's hard to believe" whispered Alisia.

Safa doesn't care. Whatever Alisia thinks will have no effect on her.

"You think all this time I wasn't aware of your feelings? Even a blind man will know right away that you like him."

What do you want this RT sir's son? Is that what Safa's confession is? It looks like a cheated wife. Sucks.

Who does Alisia think she is?

"Lalu kenapa? Bukankah itu merupakan hak dari setiap orang?"

"Ya—"

"Yes. I do like it," said Safa cut off Mbak Eyebrow's speech.

"Heh, right," Alisia's grunts were murmurs.

"But that was before. Before I realized there were a lot of more potential men to approach."

"Hey... I'm young, okay? No papa sailed for a while before stopping at the harbor. Right?" he said with a sweet curvature on his lips.

"Before buying goods, we must know the specifications. And from my surveillance so far.... I don't think Edzar is in the criteria of my dream man."

Safa clucked a wink, "Mbak Eyebrow just calm down. No need to be this preventive to me. Come onl... We're neighbors. I'm not gonna grab the bait you threw."

Safa eroded the distance inclining a little of her face. A cheerful smile was still imprinted on her sweet lips. Alisia looked at it with a frown. A little hate knowing he's intimidated enough.

"Because it seems like our levels are different." Safa grinned broadly distancing her face.

Secretly Alisia's hands clenched. Try to refrain from being elegant. Cussing at Safa would only embarrass yourself.

That sentence was the closing of their conversation. Because the next second Edzar appeared to open the fence. His sharp eyes stared alternately at Safa and Alisia who were simultaneously away from each other.

Safa returned to her place in front of the house, standing face to face circulating her gaze. And he just realized Grab's order has not come.

Was the driver lost? Or how? Why can it be all this time? Didn't you know Safa wants to leave quickly? Therefore inevitably Safa had to thicken the ears to hear the voices next to her.

"Eh, Mr. Edzar. Good morning.... How was he sleeping last night? Wakeless? Here I bring breakfast for Mas. If you do not have time to eat now, you can bring it to the office for supplies. Hehe."

Alisia's attitude changed 180 degrees. The woman was timid in front of Edzar. Looks very made up. Hid.

Safa silently sneered, moving her lips silently following Alisia's speech which she thought was sounding more. Of course with a face unattainable by the sight of both.

Edzar just muttered a word of thanks. Safa could not see his expression because of his backside position. "thank you. There should be no need to bother like this."

"Tirimi kishi. Magikisnyi aim at this ripit-ripit warden's pirli." Again Safa imitated the sentence without sound.

"Who said bother? I'm even happy the cooking can be Mas cicipin. It's me, the cook. Eaten, huh?"

"Hm."

Safa still faithfully gives back. His hands folded with his chin slightly raised, waiting for Grab Brother who had not come. Safa was fanning her sweaty neck. Either because of the weather or something else. What is certain is that he is upset at the taxi driver who has not been here.

Halah, upset from the heat of the heart times.

Safa scowls. Early in the morning was made. What a sickening day.