SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 91

"Mas Edzar?"

Edzar who had just walked out of the cosmetic shop turned his head when his name was called. His frown faintly saw Liandra walk up to him. The woman smiled widely with sparkling eyes.

"I didn't think we'd meet here" he said.

Edzar did not respond to anything. He simply nodded and smiled faintly as a form of politeness.

Liandra looked down at the paper bag in Edzar's hand. Now the turn of his forehead is wrinkled with a look of wonder as well as curious. "Mas out of Sephora?" liandra asked a little doubtfully. Half can't believe an Edzar could visit a beauty booth like this.

Edzar could not escape because the evidence was in plain sight. "Yes" he answered briefly.

Liandra raised a hand covering her mouth that held back a smile, "Mom must have told you, huh?" guess it.

Rather than being embarrassed, Edzar chose to just nod. Let the Liandra dissolve in her guess. No reason required Edzar to explain.

"What did Mom put on? Know that let me buy it."

"thank you. But no need to bother. No, I have no problem with this." Because this is for my own needs, he continued inwardly.

"Is that?" liandra's nods slowly. "Mas Edzar was a very devoted son. I like it." His eyes looked at Edzar with a smile.

They looked at each other for a while. Liandra did not bother to hide her interest in Edzar. Her father's face flushed with a timid look a sign of people falling in love. Liandra was beautiful, but not enough to interest Edzar.

One more thing, his attitude seemed too far-fetched. It is not as natural as pure and pure Safa. Little did Edzar know the science of psychology, he often used this when doing introductions to someone.

His head shook his head as he again compared the other woman to Safa. Edzar knows this is not good. It's just that his brain reflexes can't be prevented just like that.

Edzar sighed avert his eyes. Looking at the watch already refers to the figure of fifty minutes. Adzan magrib is in a moment. Edzar had to hurry to find a place of worship because it seemed he would not have time to hunt down the time to go home.

"I go first."

"Will you go home?"

"Hm."

"Emmm.... Can I come along, Mom? I didn't bring the car."

Edzar was silent for a while, then nodded slowly. His feet began to step away from the mall, walking towards the parking lot followed by Liandra at the back. Edzar drove his car as the voice of Adzan began to roar in several places. Then he stopped at one of the nearby mosques he was passing by.

Edzar took off his seatbelt and turned to Liandra for a moment. "I pray first. Do you want to wait or come?"

"Emmm... I'm just here, my, my mom."

"Nobody praying?"

"That's, I'm another hitch. Hehe."

The woman muttered, "Not only are you handsome, you are obedient to God."

Liandra rested her back on the back of the chair with her eyes looking straight ahead. Suddenly his vision caught something familiar.

Wasn't that the girl he had seen at the hotel? The world is so narrow, Liandra thought.

On the other hand, Safa followed her tantric into the mosque. Thankful this time her clothes were slightly covered. Even without the hijab, a blouse and a pair of toadpoles seems to be enough.

Safa took off the strap heels that tied her ankles. Together enter the place of wudu women who happen to be next to the place of wudu men. But before that, the aunt said she wanted to go to the toilet. The woman left her bag on Safa, making Safa scowl a little. Why not just take it?

Safa raised her blouse long arm to above the elbow. The model that forms a puff with rubber on the wrist makes it easier for it not to degenerate which will make it troublesome when ablution. Safa turned the water tap and started washing until it was finished.

Miranti hasn't come out of the toilet yet, so Safa's first. When he came out of the place of wudu, he jumped because right from the side of a man also just came out and was about to pass in front of him.

Thankfully it didn't crash, so it wasn't canceled.

"Sorry, Mom...." Safa hung her words as she looked up.

For a moment their gazes were fixed. Without being prevented, debaran penetrated the hearts of both. It was exploding with feelings that were hard to explain. Something like it was blooming in the chest. Inflate until then rupture leaving a tickling tingling sensation in the stomach area.

Suddenly Safa heartburn, it turns out an overdose of feeling can make the stomach wrapped around. Why did he have to meet Edzar here? Suddenly Safa was afraid. He was a little traumatized because the mosque and Edzar had carved his own bitter memories in his life.

Will it be the same this time?

Safa lowered her body slightly. Without a word he passed away leaving Edzar. Entering the mosque with mixed thoughts.

His feet stepped closer to the cupboard located in the corner of the room. opened and took the mukena that became the facility there.

The white mukena of the flowers managed to cling to and confine his body. When he turned around to take place with the prayer mat in hand, again accidentally his eyes met with Edzar. The man seemed to deliberately notice her from behind the hijab that became the separation of the place of men and women.

It was easy, because Edzar's towering body of almost two meters made the man free to do anything. Including peeping as he does at the moment.

I don't want Safa to be nervous. Moreover, Edzar's gaze was not as usual. Does Safa look ugly wearing mukena? Slowly the sense of insecure reappeared.

What exactly does Edzar want from him?

The arrival of Miranti breaks Safa's attention, and perhaps even Edzar's. Because when he looked back up the man was no longer in place. Safa breathed a sigh of relief, since earlier she felt pursued by debt collectors so nervous to be noticed.

Someone voiced out the sign of the congregation will begin soon. Safa took the front row joining some of the women who seemed to be mostly locals. Miranti was standing next to him.

As hard as possible Safa tried to fervently worship, forgetting for a moment the shadow of Edzar who would not stop making his heart tremble.

Lord, if he is not for me, please make it easy for this heart to be willing to let go.