SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)

SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 111

Galuh Ganindra's. Successful young entrepreneurs at an early age. Listen, that guy's been happy doing business since school. No wonder he is now successful at less than 30 years old. She's Dava's age. Safa had heard his name when his brother told me.

"I agree to keep investing here."

His charisma is strong too. Safa could tell by one look. It was just that the man had seemed silent since then, so Safa was less aware of his whereabouts.

"Sir Galuh?" protest one person there. The others also threw objections.

Even so Galuh still put on his calm expression. No matter the atmosphere around it starts to stiffen. And Safa had full hopes for this man. Hopefully with Galuh's survival, others will also consider.

At least until Mr. Halim returns. Safa was sure her father could handle this.

"I think what Ms. Safana said was true. We are not entirely losing here. Only the public view of this company is not yet conducive. It can be overcome in several ways as an effort to restore the company's image. Then everything will be fine and go on as it was."

"It's a pity that a company of this size should go out of business. And so, I'm willing to endure."

Safa gasped a little when suddenly Galuh stared at her. Inevitably he threw a smile as a sign of gratitude because the man was still willing to put his trust.

The meeting ended pretty well. At least Safa managed to hold them off for a while. May his father come home soon and take over the matter. Maybe today Safa can still overcome it, but do not know what it will be like.

"Mrs Safana?" call someone when they enter the elevator.

Safa. "Eh, yes."

"What's up, Mr Galuh?"

That man is Galuh.

"Can we have a coffee for a second?"

Safa was silent for a moment. What did you ask him for coffee?

He glanced at Mr. Anjas who was standing beside him. Safa forced him to return first, while she went with Galuh to the coffeshop below.

"Do you like coffee?" tanya Galuh saw Safa who only ordered tea.

Safa shook her head with a smile, a sign that confirmed Galuh's question.

"Dearly enough. Know this I choose another place for us to talk."

"No problem. What does Mr Galuh want to say?"

The man was silent for a moment. His eyes looked at Safa elaborately. Inevitably Safa became wrongly stared at like that. Is there something wrong with his face? Maybe there was something on his teeth.

"Sir Galuh?" scold Safa because the man is silent.

Galuh did not immediately answer, he seemed to take a breath before returning to talk.

"I want to apologize."

Safa frowned, "Sorry?"

"Yes, I want to apologize."

"It... Apologize for what that means?" safa asked not to understand.

"For my Papa who might be causing trouble to your family. I want to apologize on his behalf."

"Attent. I don't know whose Papa you are?"

"Social Minister. No, maybe more precisely now the former Minister of Social Affairs because of the case."

Safa blinked looking at Galuh closely. "Sir... Santoso Ilyas?" he hesitated a little.

"true."

Jde!

Safa was surprised not to play. What other joke is this? In the moment he hoped not to deal with the Sosialan Minister's family, now suddenly came someone claiming to be his son.

Is it true Mr Minister's son? How, Safa doesn't know?

"Why are you sorry? Aren't you wrong?"

"I'm not wrong, but I feel guilty. For that I'm sorry."

Safa did not understand Galuh's way of thinking. What's wrong with his father, why should he apologize? Safa was also confused as to what to behave. His own parents do not apologize, really, the same family.

Wait, if Galuh apologizes, does he know Dava wasn't wrong?

"You...."

"Yes, what you think is right."

Silent.

This man also knows his thoughts?

Safa was silent for quite a while. All this is too sudden. Safa thinks Galuh knows something. If so, can Safa ask for a little help?

"If you want, I can give you a hint."

Well, looks like this guy is a psychic.

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

"You don't have to apologize. Because it's not your domain to do it" Safa said when they got outside.

Safa escorted Galuh to the lobby, the man was about to return to his office.

"I apologize for mistakes not made. I can't take it."

Galuh's frown was staring at Safa. "Why is that?"

"Because I would be more satisfied if the perpetrator himself did it," he said returning Galuh's gaze.

"I didn't know you turned out to be this funny."

Safa doesn't know what she's saying is funny?

"It turns out your sense of humor is this muddle."

The man laughed again and Safa was astonished by it. He thought Galuh was too quiet to laugh. Turns out the guy was just picky about the laugh.

Wait, Safa's not joking. Already he said that Galuh's taste is too spare change.

After Galuh's departure, Safa returned to her room. After Bima, now comes another person who offers information about Dava. Did Safa just believe that? Sure didn't. He should be careful in choosing the news.

By the way, no one knew that Galuh was the son of Santoso Ilyas. Deserve ordinary people. If they knew, Galuh would have been discriminated against by the public. Moreover, the man is a businessman, his company could be shaken because of this problem.

Damn, why does it sound unfair? Safa who is a nobody even threatened to lose property. While the man can be adem ayem without having to worry about his image.

Should Safa tell everyone?

Nope, no. That's a childish act. Safa better shut up or the guy won't make it.

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

Time is rolling a little fast. The clock has shown at 5 in less than a few minutes. Some people have gone home, including Mr. Anjas who was preparing because he had been called by his son and wife just now.

What can safa do? There's no way he's banning a father who wants to spend his weekend nights with his family.

While Safa must be willing to delay the time of her return for a job that must be completed now. Relax, tomorrow's holiday. Safa was able to sleep well after this.

"Miss want me to take you home first?"

"no need. Mr. Anjas just go first. I got picked up, kok, hehe."

"Yes, if you don't mind, I'm going home now. Sorry can not accompany longer," said the man was not tasty.

"Look easy, Mr. Anjas. Today, my father has helped me a lot. So now go home."

"good. Then I'm sorry. Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon" Safa replied with a smile.

The man came out of his room. Safa continued her work in silence.

Another bit.

Done it.

Safa stretched out both of her hands with a feeling of relief. He can finally go home now. Rushing his desk was cleared. Didn't forget he brought the files he just did to bring home. Safa took the bag and came out.

While passing through Pak Anjas' room, Safa could not help but stop the move. Curiosity has reappeared. Is it true that Bima said that Pak Anjas kept something related to the Dava case?

Then, Safa also needs to think of the side that Galuh told her about. The man said there were other people involved in the company. But he did not mention the name at all because it is still a conjecture, there is no evidence that is really corroborating.

Safa hesitated to touch the doorknob, pressing it slowly and gradually causing a gap as Safa pushed it.

Safa knew her actions were disrespectful. But, Safa really could not keep quiet anymore. He has to move now. The predetermined time for detention is little. And the irony to date is that he hasn't gotten anything to help Dava.

Therefore, Safa stood firm before entering Pak Anjas' room. This is not the time to think about conscience and politeness. Dava's fate is at stake.

Darkened.

Did Safa just turn on the lights?

No, that's a bad idea. If anyone sees how. Safa could be accused of infiltrating, even though the reality is yes. Safa closed the door slowly, then went deeper until she reached the desk of Mr. Anjas. The first thing Safa was targeting.

Safa moved carefully. Don't let anything else change, let alone move. Minimal lighting is a challenge because in addition to the vision is not clear, Safa also tries hard to resist the fear of ghosts that can appear at any time.

Okay, don't be silly. Focus Safa.

Safa checked the desk. Now it is the turn of the bookcase that stores a number of archives and files that are not far from their position. Safa touched them one by one slowly. He was really afraid to just make a sound.

Speaking of voices, it was like Safa heard someone's footsteps outside. Safa glares. Right, his voice is getting closer.

Safa in the fog. He moved frantically looking for a hiding place. And the choice fell under the table. Don't call this a cliche, ferguso! Only this thing allowed it to load its body to be invisible. Behind the bookshelf is a lie. Safa could have been found out once the door was open.

Krieet...

Sontak Safa stiffened. Someone enter. Her reflexes smother her mouth timidly causing a sound. The atmosphere was this quiet, the breath was definitely heard.

Oh, my God, finish the story. Why is security hanging around at this hour? Safa can only pray that the person leaves soon.

And luck is on his side. The door closed from the outside. Safa could hear the sound of footsteps drifting away, and it made her immense relief.

Huh.... So stressful. Looks like Safa should get out of here.

Safa walked over to the door. Slowly press the lever and come out without making a sound. Safa looked to the left right standing in the middle of the hallway. Sighs with relief when you find no one there.

However, it seems that Safa's estimate was wrong. He didn't think about this possibility at all.

"Miss?"

Only one person called him that. Who else if not someone he just walked into his room?

Deg.

Whatisthis?

Safa turned around slowly to find Mr. Anjas standing a few meters away from her place. Safa is of course. Don't ask her what her heart is. His feet suddenly became jelly so trembling.

Has he been found out?

"Sir Anjas? How about, back again?"