SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 97

The news of Dava's entanglement has spread widely among families and communities. No doubt the company is also affected by the retreat of some investors which results in financial imbalances. Overstretched Mr. Halim gets busier and overtime often. Moreover, the Vice Director's seat is currently empty and does not know when it is filled again.

The sadness at home is not completely gone. Obviously because one of their families is now tossed about his fate. Four days Dava had been detained, and during that time only Safa had not visited him.

In addition to health obstacles, Safa is also not ready to meet Dava in different situations. But now he managed to break into his fear and ventured to the KPK rutan. He looked at his brother who had been huddled in iron bars for a few days.

"It must be cold,"

Dava looked up at the whisper. Her lips were weakly stretched with a dim look. Safa looked down at her hand that was linked on the table. Contrary to the state of his heart that was torn, Safa actually looked too glamorous to size to come to someone on the toilet.

Louis Vuitton suits and sunglasses look striking and eye-catching. Not to mention the Louboutin pump shoes that wrap his white legs. Safa looks more like a celebrity instead of being sad.

People must have blasphemed him for not seeming to sympathize with his brother who was in prison. But they did not understand that in fact Safa was trying to please the Big Brother in a way that looks okay.

Dava will even be burdened if Safa looks shabby and pathetic. Therefore, Safa chose the most expensive collection in the closet. Hopefully with this Dava stops thinking about his situation and focuses on himself.

Although Safa was disappointed, but he did not completely blame Dava for everything that happened. Dava must have had a good reason to do it.

"Not too cold. Who are you here with?" ask Dava and answer Safa's statement earlier.

Safa was still faithfully lowered with a flat expression. If examined more deeply, the look actually seems not excited.

"Sir Iwan," Safa replied in a whisper.

Dava smiled gently, grabbed Safa's hand and held it on the table. "Commamatya open. You're scaring the officer." That sentence was clearly a mockery. But somehow Safa just shook to hear it. Of course Safa immediately controlled herself did not want Dava to know.

"It turns out my brother is an adult. All this time I've always seen you as a baby, hahaha... Just realized you're this beautiful. Suits to be Givenchy's Brand Ambassador."

Dava blinked flirtatiously and laughed at Safa's frowning look. His hand could not resist moving to pinch the soft smooth cheek.

"It's Armani, not Givenchy" Safa said, referring to the glasses she wears.

"Isn't he? Wah... That's really bad brother."

"But Brother likes your outfit. Looks elegant and mature," continued Dava

"Safa is a grown man."

Silent.

"Safa is an adult" Safa said once again. His tone seemed to convince himself.

"Safa's an adult, Bang. You don't have to worry."

"Safa—"

"Safa didn't cry when you left."

"Saf—"

"That means Safa's an adult, right?"

"Well, Bang?"

Dava was in his place.

"Safa is an adult...."

"Safa is an adult...."

Dava patted his sister's shoulder gently, but he pegged as a shock began to feel faint. Safa crying?

"Hiks. No, Safa's not crying," he denied.

"Safa is an adult. Safa is not crying."

"Sir, enough."

"Safa is an adult—"

"Sir!!!"

Suddenly the atmosphere became silent after Dava shouted. One officer who accompanied them was shocked and turned his head. But he did not interfere when he knew that it was a personal matter in the family.

"Daddy, enough. What's the matter with you?"

As if awakened, Safa looked up to see Dava who was looking at her worriedly. His finger raised to touch his own cheek. Wetter.

"My luck, why me?"

Dava frowned in hearing the question. Something is wrong. Why did Safa seem unaware of her own behavior? Dava turned to sit next to Safa, his hand gently rubbing Safa's fine hair. Dava tried to smile in the midst of confusion.

"Must..."

"No. Looks like you should be home soon. The clock is over soon." Dava did not ask or explain.

"You've only just recovered, you must be tired."

Safa was silent for a while, then turned to the officer standing guard at the door. As if he understood, the officer made a sound. "Three minutes, Ma'am."

Safa nodded, her countenance turned sad when she saw Dava. But all of that is covered with glasses. This is the purpose of using sunglasses. In addition to hiding tired and blackish eyes, Safa did not want anyone to see that she could cry at any time.

"Yes, Safa came home. Brother's fine here."

"Hm" nodded Dava with a smile. "Greetings to Daddy with Mother," he continued.

Safa kissed him on the cheek many times, and Dava laughed at him. They hugged for a while before Safa actually left from before her. Dava's smile receded after his sister passed. The man sat pensively thinking about Safa's strangeness just now.

What's with his sister? Momentarily daydreaming. Dava noticed several times Safa seemed unfocused. What could have been the effects of yesterday's fever?

On the other hand, Safa walks gontai along the hallway. Behind his sunglasses, those eyes looked blankly and glared. No one knows how much he's afraid of now. His company is in trouble, his brother is in jail. His father was exhausted, the Mother who also often cried secretly. God, is everything gonna be okay? When does this end? Will he soon fall poor?

Safa is not hypocritical she is afraid of losing the material and luxury that has been enveloping her life from childhood. Safa fear. When her family's economy falls, will Safa be able to survive the social inequalities she might receive?

Safa thinks too far? That's normal at a time like this, right?

In his daydream, Safa's eyes suddenly caught a familiar figure crossing several meters ahead. Safa was surprised of course, but she was more curious about what the man was doing here.

Without being asked to turn his legs following someone who looks familiar. By slightly keeping the distance Safa runs settles so that the sound of the heels does not make a furore.

Safa frowned as the man entered a room. Isn't this the kind of prison room Safa entered a few minutes ago? Curious, Safa approached and peeked out of the door that was not tightly closed.

Two people of opposite sex were the first sight Safa saw. One guard is not sure what to do. Safa stared with a surprised look. His eyes were puffed up behind sunglasses.

"The liandra?" he murmured unconsciously.