SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)

SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 109

Raut Edzar has been flat since. But why should Safa care? Isn't that usually the same?

Safa was exchanging messages with Kamila, discussing the endorsement that Kamila was talking about some time ago. Safa has not had any further discussions. Actually he's reluctant. The reason was obviously because of the skewed comments that had not subsided on his account.

But the goods from the client already he received. Kamila herself sent it by courier. Safa could not immediately be ignorant. It could be that the problem gets more complicated if he is reported.

Inevitably Safa had to do. As if understanding her worries, Kamila suggested closing the comment field. But according to Safa it is too much. Instead of easing netizens will increasingly ferocious calling him a loser.

Safa didn't want that to happen. They will also be tired themselves.

"Ehem."

Deheman's voice sounded from the side. Safa turned around for a while and focused on the phone again. Without knowing Edzar desperately held back from feeling neglected.

Is this how Safa felt when Edzar ignored her first?

"That one.... Milky?"

"Hm." Safa simply replied with a murmur.

"Where are you going? Why would he pick you up?"

Whether this is just Safa's feelings or Edzar's tone of voice is a little ketus?

"Eat."

Safa's answer was unsatisfactory to Edzar. There is a lot he really wants to ask. But afraid later Safa was angry again and increasingly upset with him.

"Oh." As a result, only two letters that Edzar can remove.

They got home right before Magrib. It seems Edzar is not willing to have to separate now. Although they were neighbors, Edzar could not always see Safa. Especially after their relationship. Safa was getting further and further out of her eye reach.

Brucks.

"E-uh!"

Edzar's daydreams are caved. His head turned and found Safa who was busy picking up her things. The bag accidentally fell. Spontaneous Edzar removed his seatbelt and leaned in to help Safa.

Unfortunately, that position instead made his eyes see something that should not. Safa, who was also looking down, did not realize her upper blouse was drooping because of her loose collar.

Glug.

Rush Edzar averted his eyes, his heart seemed to race with the body temperature that suddenly rose. Again, this girl tested her faith.

"Of."

Edzar was too late with his thoughts to the point that Safa subconsciously called out to him several times. The girl frowned looking at the dumbstruck Edzar.

"Of!"

"Ah, yes! Why?"

"Om is why. I call her nyaut."

"Noah. Ambilin lipstick near the feet of Om."

Edzar looked down for what Safa meant. Be met. Soon Edzar took it and handed it to Safa. "It."

Safa grabbed the lipstick from Edzar's hand. The frown on his forehead was getting deeper. He looked up at Edzar who had several times to throw his face away. The man's jakun was also up and down. Edzar's behavior is very strange. Like nervous about something.

"Om sick?"

"Huh?"

"The face is red."

Edzar's reflexes touched his face. Heat. Shit, is he blushing? Amusingly. Edzar wants Safa to go home right now.

"Now. I'm just hot."

"Yes, it's hot." Edzar nodded furiously as he shook his collar.

Safa squinted in disbelief, her hands raised to check the air temperature in the car. "The AC's cold, really."

Edzar paused for a moment his movements, "Masa, anyway? How come, I'm hot?"

"Where do I know." Safa shrugged her shoulders indifferently while opening the door. "Give me a ride."

Brak!

"Alhamdulillah...." Edzar breathed a sigh of relief. Eventually the temptation was gone. His breath is not playing. Not to mention the rest of his body.

Edzar looked down at his pants. His face instantly languished feeling something pulsating inside there. His body slammed backwards, "It seems like I really should propose to Safa right away," he muttered.

.............

At exactly seven o'clock Safa was ready to dress up pretty. Finally he decided to accept Bima's invitation. Safa was really curious what the man would show her about Dava.

Just be careful if Bima messes around, Safa will fire him from the company.

"Where are you going?" mrs Halim asked as she went down the stairs.

"You're dinner with an office friend, Bun."

"Office friends?"

"He'em," Safa murmured as she put on her shoes.

Safa thought for a moment. "Don't know, Bun."

"Don't night-night. Ten o'clock should be home."

"Yes..."

"Don't stop by anywhere."

"Yes, my dear Bund~"

"Fruit. Safa go first, Bun." Safa rushed out after kissing her cheek.

Bima was waiting in the car. Madam Halim stood in the doorway watching Safa who entered the black sedan.

For a moment he was silent. Observing the vehicle Bima drove away from the complex. Sighing softly, Madame Halim entered closing the door of the house.

The man did not even say goodbye before bringing his daughter. If her husband finds out, he's done, allowing Safa to come out with a man.

On the other hand, Edzar also saw the departure of Safa and Bima from the second floor of his room. They actually went to dinner together. And Edzar could not help his jealousy to find that fact.

Her chest feels hot imagining a romantic Safa dinner with another man. Does this mean Safa's feelings have changed? Safa doesn't like it anymore?

Even so, Edzar would not give up. He'll try to get Safa's heart back. Because Safa is only hers.

...........

Safa is grateful she didn't get the wrong costume. As expected Bima took him to a fancy restaurant. Safa knew the temperament of people like Bima. The types of perlente men who ensnare their women with luxury.

An officer escorted them to a pre-reserved table. Since this restaurant is jolted on the 6th floor of a hotel, flickering lights of buildings and colorful streets become the main sights.

They were not sitting next to the window, rather a little midway. However, this does not reduce the comfort offered.

But, this is not the main point. Except what Bima really wants to show.

"So, what do you want to show me?" ask Safa without further ado.

"Woho... Slowly, dong. We haven't even ordered."

Safa clucked.

"One more time, stop talking formally. This is not an office. I don't want to be considered dating a co-worker."

What else is this?

"In fact, right? We're just coworkers."

A sigh sounded from Bima's mouth, "At least act as a friend."

"Safa, believe me, I didn't mean anything. So, you just calm down. Let's order a meal now."

"In addition it seems like they have not come yet" continued Bima muttered.

"They?" safa asked with a deep frown.

"Hm. That's why you're patient if you're curious." Bima flipped through the menu book that the waiter brought.

I don't want Safa to do the same. He did not fill his stomach this afternoon. Intentionally, because Safa intends to accept Bima's invitation.

Pretty, lah. Count for a moment Lupain Edzar. Bima is no less handsome. The point is not shy to be held together.

Long time they are silent waiting for order—and 'they' Bima mean. Safa was really impatient with both of them. His stomach was hungry, his brain was curious. What a perfect combination.

Ting!

Suddenly a message came in on his phone.

From Edzar?

Safa glanced for a moment at Bima who was circulating her gaze. Then go back on the phone and click the notification to view the message.

"Where are you?"

Safa cringing. Since when did the man begin to often wonder about his position? Should Safa answer that? Or did he just ignore it?

His logic wanted to let in, but his heart told Safa to retaliate.

Safa : Di—

Uncompleted he typed suddenly Bima hissed calling him.

"Sst... Shhhh..."

Safa looked up at Bima who was busy escaping her eyes somewhere. "That" he whispered without a sound.

Safa follows the direction of Bima's view. To the right, a few feet from their table. Safa can not see clearly because it is blocked by ornamental plants that are quite towering.

"Who?" ask Safa to Bima.

Bima did not answer, his eyes continued to be fixed on the object of their concern. Safa looked back at the place.

Unlike earlier, this time Safa's eyes were successfully made wide-eyed to see who was there. The man stood up until Safa could see him clearly now.

"Lho, Mr Anjas?"