SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 96

'Eate?'

Delete.

'How are you doing?'

Delete again.

"Have your fever gone down?'

The thumb is hanging over the send button. A few minutes passed in the same position. Before then remove it again for the umpteenth time.

'On your brother....'

No. gabe. Edzar shook his head and re-deleted the message he typed. The man let out a heavy sigh looking at his roomchat with a girl named Safa. How long have they not exchanged messages? It was hard to start a conversation.

Edzar sat on the lip of the bed holding his cell phone. The man looked for a moment. Then suddenly got up and walked towards the balcony. Safa's room is right next to it. And the lights are still on. If Edzar is right, it means Safa hasn't slept. Unless that girl used to sleep in the light.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. Edzar rushed back into the room and opened the drawer next to the bed. A glittering object greeted the eyes. The corner of Edzar's lips lifted as his fingers reached for the bracelet that had the S initials hangers.

Edzar remembered the night that Safa had leaped onto the balcony just to meet him. His behavior really makes people inexhaustible. That night Edzar even almost hangers to see his recklessness.

"Where are you going, Den?" ask Bik Yah when he sees Edzar coming down the stairs.

"Get out a minute, Bik" said Edzar. The man opened the door and just walked out.

Bik Yah scratched his cheek a little confused. Think where Edzar would have gone. "Ah, maybe buy a cigarette time," he murmured before continuing to walk into the living room.

It's good to have a good employer that we can freely watch TV at his house. Synetron time.... Bik Yah giggles while moving the channel. Without knowing his employer out there pacing around in front of people's houses. Many times Edzar raised his hand about to press the bell, but he stopped and lowered his hand again. Walk back and forth while occasionally looking up towards a room on the second floor.

Edzar realized his current behavior was like a child. And he hates that. Never once had Edzar been so silly in his life. Puberty isn't even this bad.

Is correct. Edzar's feet stopped. Why should he act like a fool? Oh, come on, you're the best graduate of the Faculty of Law. People have idolized you for a long time. Be more gentleman.

"Ehm, I'm just a little confused" Edzar murmured in denial of his heart.

Finally, with the courage as high as Mount Edzar rang the bell of Safa's house. Before long someone's footsteps were heard, and the appearance appeared of Bik Inem, the Household Assistant of the Halim family. Edzar slightly ducked reviewing a thin smile.

"Night, Bik. Safa's there?"

"Non Safa is. But it hurts again. What do you want, huh, Mas?" bik Inem hesitated. Because, not usually Edzar visited to ask Safa. If Safa goes to Edzar's house, it's not strange.

"Here, there's something I want to give back."

The woman seemed silent for a moment. As he was thinking, Edzar was worthy to ask him to come in.

"Yes, I'm in."

In the end Bik Inem did not have any authority to refuse, although before this he had felt the disharmony of Safa and Edzar's relationship. Why would he think that? Do not underestimate a woman's instinct even if it is old. Bik Inem knew something must have happened. Their relationship is no longer the same. The proof, Safa never again told him to cook provisions.

Even so, Bik Inem considered it a youth affair. So let them explore in their own way.

Edzar had been sitting on the living room sofa, Bik Inem passed into the kitchen making a drink, as well as informing the host of his arrival. Edzar hoped that Safa would meet him directly, but he also could not be selfish especially when Mr. Halim himself said his daughter was lying in pain on his bed.

"Safa still sick?" edzar asked for more pleasantries on making sure.

Mr. Halim nodded and replied as he could. It seems that he is still shocked by what happened to his son. "Yes, especially the child is very difficult to eat if this is the case. After eating he even asked for instant noodles," said Mr. Halim while wiping his forehead with a tired expression. "It's been asking to add rawit," he continued.

Edzar chuckled, amused at the expression of the father and son when he argued about food.

"Oh yeah, son Edzar what's the need to come here?"

"Ehm, sorry I interrupted your time earlier, sorry also if I came at the wrong time. But, I just want to quickly return this for fear of forgetting. This is valuable stuff." Edzar extended the bracelet in his hand to Mr. Halim.

Mr. Halim accepted that with a frown. "This... Safa's? Why is it on you?"

"That's.... Actually, that night Safa came home with me. We accidentally met. I think, rather than letting Mbak Miranti go back and forth between the trips, it would have been better if Safa had come home with me back then."

"And I found the bracelet in the car."

Edzar couldn't possibly have said that the bracelet was actually found in his room, right? Edzar hates to lie, but what can he do? Edzar had yet to want to destroy his image in front of this middle-aged man.

"Are you sure this doesn't belong to another woman?"

I don't know what reason Mr. Halim asked like that. Edzar looked at her silently for a moment.

"Related. Because incidentally, only Safa female initials S ever got in my car."

For a moment it felt quiet. Clock-clock-clock-clock-clockwise sounds in their ears. Suddenly Mr. Halim chuckled, "It turns out that you are indeed as I was rumored."

"When we're gonna make a message soon, stop looking at me like a stranger." Mr. Halim took the teacup in front of him, took a sip of it while hiding a smile that meant nothing.

Does the man actually know Edzar's covert intentions?

Edzar came here because he wanted to know about Safa. Indeed he heard it had improved, but somehow his heart was not satisfied if he had not seen it directly. But it seems that it is impossible for Edzar at this time. He's a nobody, at least not yet. There will be no one to justify if he suddenly asked permission to go up to the second floor let alone enter the girl's room in this house.

"I already know. I heard it at the time."

Edzar looked up to return his focus to Mr. Halim who again opened his voice.

"Only you who previously took part in handling this case. I mean, corruption case."

The two looked at each other with calm eyes. Edzar was still trying to palpate the direction of their conversation. Was Mr Halim about to vent his anger on him?

Than that....

"I won't blame you for my son's involvement in this. If he gets caught it's all because of his mistake. You're just doing your job."

"However, have you ever encountered a little awkwardness, such as misunderstanding in making someone a suspect. I don't want to defend Dava, it's just...." Mr. Halim hung up his words.

Edzar. Now he knew that even though Mr. Halim seemed to be beating his son violently that night, he was the one who felt the most anxious here. Mr. Halim is the head of the family, obviously the incident that befell Dava was a hard blow that weighed on his mind.

Edzar nodded slowly, "I understand."

"And for that matter, it's actually no longer my realm. After the matter was transferred to Tipikor, I completely lost my hand and have no right to interfere about anything else. I hope you understand." His lips covered a sorry smile. A little heartless because it must make Mr. Halim disappointed.

"But, if you'd like, I have an acquaintance who might be able to help you accompany Dava. At least you can ask him to know the truth. He's an honest man."

Mr. Halim smilingly looked at Edzar, he said nothing, but his eyes implied that he might agree.

Shortly after, someone appeared at the door. Edzar turned his head because he was turned back. Even Mr. Halim who immediately sounded as soon as he saw who came.

"Baskoro's? You here?"

The middle-aged warm face smiled back. Although his age is no longer young, but his physique is still fit and charming. Edzar admit it. And somehow suddenly his feelings change miserably. Who her?

My little girl?

Unlike the pensive Edzar, Mr. Halim just shriveled do not like. "Can't you give him healthier food? I painstakingly forbid him to eat instant noodles but you bought him bakmi instead. It's the same as taking shelter from the rain and then splashing into the river."

"What analogy is that?" kekeh Baskoro's. "Come, Bang... Don't get too tight. He's been hard to eat. At least let something enter his stomach, rather than nothing at all? Yeah, right?"

Mr. Halim sighed, "You guys are the same. Equally stubborn and good at argument."

Of course Baskoro immediately winked, "I told you he's my son" he said grinning. "What's wrong with eating bakmi anyway? This is different, the spice is not instant like Indomie. You don't have to worry."

"What difference? They're noodles."

Now it was Baskoro's turn to sigh, "It's hard to say the same old man like Bang Surya, nih. It's just bakmi. There is no theory that prohibits eating bakmi when fever."

"That's it, it's up to you."

"By the way, know this next door neighbor. Name's Edzar. He's also his future mother's family." The mother in question was Oma Halim.

Baskoro turned to Edzar who had been silent since. They looked at each other for a while, before reaching out to each other to shake hands.

"Baskoro."

"Edzar."

I don't know what made Edzar give off a cold aura, it's just that there are certain feelings that are difficult to explain. And it's not just childish jealousy. Edzar stared fixedly at Baskoro, trying to extract anything from the man in his forties. But the result is nil. He found nothing but the friendly curvature of his lips and eyes.

"So, can I go upstairs?" ask Baskoro to Mr. Halim.

"You think I can ban it? When it comes to Om Pororo, Safa even thinks of me as a stepfather."

"Revelation....."

"That's know. So, be aware of your position, Mr. Surya Halim."

Puk.

Baskoro patted Mr. Halim's shoulder twice, then passed from the living room with a smile and a whistle on his lips.

"When will you have your own child? For a long time I was afraid that you would take Safa's custody away from me" muttered Mr. Halim who Baskoro could still hear.

"Come on, I'm afraid they won't be as blanketed as Safa at birth" Baskoro said from a distance.

Edzar who saw it wondered, how close was their relationship until the man was allowed to visit Safa's room?

Then there's another thing that's bothering Edzar's hearing. About Pororo? What other ridiculous thing is this? What makes Edzar feel sad is, Safa even has a special call on the man named Baskoro.

"She's my best friend, more precisely a sister level. We used to go to school in the same foundation."

"And he was like a second father to Safa."

"Ck, they can even be much more compact in terms of bothering me. Haha."

Unexpectedly, Edzar asked, "Is he married?"

Suddenly Mr. Halim fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking. His expression seemed to be coming from something. "Last time I knew she wasn't married. We lost contact for about seven years. And now I haven't asked again, so don't know."

"What are you asking like that?"

"Nothing" edzar shook his head with a smile. "I'll excuse you then. Sorry to interrupt the time."

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Second father? Is it really just that? Edzar hesitated, especially when he saw the shadow of the two from the upper floor of Safa's room. It was so close, so close that it felt like Edzar wanted to jump in there and shout for them to put some distance.

But there was no point in indulging in emotions, Edzar would only humiliate himself and be considered insane for making a fuss in people's homes. That's not his style.

Right now Edzar can only step back and be patient. Later when the time comes, Edzar makes sure no one will be able to get close to the girl. Including the Demon Pororo who is currently trying to find the attention of his girl.

Is Pororo a penguin?

It looks like Edzar has to spark a new idea on the maker to turn his cartoon character into a crocodile. That's more suitable. A distended old crocodile in blue and pink ribbon. Definitely funny.

"Safana Halim, wait a little while and you will see how an Edzar is infatuated with you" he murmured, looking up.

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Safa rubbed her ears while rolling her eyes around the room. Baskoro frowned looking at that, then he asked. "What's wrong?"

"Oh? No, suddenly Safa's ears twitched. I think someone's talking, deh."

Baskoro harrumphed amusedly, "Where is there such a thing. Come on, continue eating."

Safa nodded and put the bakmi back in her mouth. This was the first good meal he had eaten after falling down a few days. Previously he was always fed porridge and vegetables. Salad and fruits. Meat, fish, and other things. Safa's bored. Actually there are still many street food snacks that Safa wants now. But Safa also did not want to be too outrageous to deny the parents' orders. They want Safa to eat healthy. So this is all Safa can enjoy.

On the other hand, Mr and Mrs Halim appear to be talking in the living room. Mr. Halim hugged the struggling Wife with her head leaning against her chest. Sometimes his hands were raised rubbing his hair and shoulders. The television broadcast in front seemed to be a complement to break the silence. In fact, their minds are still equally raging. From the beginning of Dava's troubles then Safa's their youngest daughter.

Suddenly Mrs Halim said, "Mas."

"Hmmm..."

"According to Mas, Baskoro is strange?"

"How weird?"

"Yes very strange. After seven years of disappearing, then suddenly now appears without warning."

"Is it just because of Dava's problem? Or is there something else?"

Silent. Mr. Halim seemed silent with his eyes looking forward. His look looks bright. Even so his hands were unceasingly rubbing the Wife's shoulders.

"Shuut, stop thinking things out. Better think of which Legal Power we'll use for Dava."

"So Nak Edzar had offered his friend. What do you think of Mother?"

"As for Dad. Edzar is a prosecutor, certainly many acquaintances of his lawyers. If you can ask for the most honest and reliable."

Mr. Halim nodded, "OK."

They also dissolve into each other's minds. Without knowing someone was watching him up the stairs there. The man sighed before turning around and not going down.