SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)

SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 117

"O-Oms?"

The first thing Safa saw when she opened her eyes was Edzar's face looking straight ahead. His eyes were sharper than Safa used to see. His jaw also looks hard.

Safa gulped. Her body hurts all. He thought his life would drift once Galuh got out of control and beat him to a fall.

In fact, Safa's body stopped rolling when she met the corner of the stairs with a wider surface. It was then that he felt a hug just as he touched the final step. The burly hand caught him before rolling further.

Edzar didn't rub Safa's lyrics. His face looks stiff and cold. Her face water hardened with her lips tightly clenched. A moment later he said to someone else that Safa was unaware of his presence. "Diko, take him out, "he said irrefutable.

Safa. The diko?

"OK," said the man who now can Safa see his whereabouts. He came up from behind Edzar. Then take over Safa's body.

They stood with Safa who had changed hands in Diko's arms. Safa was still confused by this impromptu situation. Why are those two people here. No, why would Diko be with Edzar?

"I know you want to ask. But now we have to go out and treat your wounds" said Diko can guess Safa's mind.

Safa could feel her body drifting and swinging as Diko began to step up. Safa's reflex stopped the man and looked back slightly, at Edzar who was standing firmly staring up the stairs.

Is Galuh still there?

His question was answered when his ears caught the clattering of feet running upstairs. A second later Edzar quickly climbed the stairs. More precisely Edzar jumped several steps at once.

Safa glared in horror. That guy can do it without tripping?

"Don't mind him. Your own circumstances are much more important."

"Ta-tapi—"

"It's weird if you're worried about a taekwondo black belt. He also mastered kickboxing."

Safa fell silent, she knew Edzar's physique was very strong with just a single look. But he did not expect it turned out that Edzar mastered the two martial arts.

Diko took him to the sofa waiting in the lobby. Safa was surprised to see the arrival of Mr. Halim and Om Baskoro who ran into the building.

The two men looked worried as they approached him.

Wait a minute, why do these people know Safa is here. That's been the question since.

"Safa, are you okay, son? Oh, no, your neck is red! What's really going on!"

Safa grimaced as the father flipped his shoulders scrutinizing. Baskoro immediately pulled her back realizing the girl's discomfort. "Bang, calm down."

"How can I calm down to see my daughter covered in bruises like this! His face was bruised, his neck too. I can't even think straight!"

"I understand. But your anxiety made her sick earlier."

Mr. Halim's breath was heard chasing, Safa reviewed the smile trying to calm her father. His outstretched hand grabbed the father's palm to grasp it.

"Dad, Safa is not papa. It will also improve," he said gently.

"Son, who did this? I promise I won't let her go." Mr. Halim's voice trembled, his eyes twinkled, the man cried looking at Safa who was instantly silent.

If his father had been like this, he could not hold the dam in his own eyes. "Dad.." whine Safa pleaded.

The atmosphere turned silent as Safa felt something coming out of her nose. Slowly the dizziness that had been lost now settled back in his head. His breathing began to wear. His eyes and hearing began to fall out of focus among the voices of the three men who were suddenly rowdy.

"Safa, blood, you nosebleed!"

The father's cry became the last Safa heard, before darkness took away her consciousness.

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

Safa blinked to get her pupils to receive light. Lights are shining all over the room. Guess it's night. How many hours was Safa unconscious?

Safa moaned touching the head that felt throbbing. An infusion hose was embedded in the back of his hand. His mouth feels dry, he needs a drink right now.

Safa's eyes circulated, there was no one in this room. Where's people? Why is no one waiting for him?

Instantly he scowled a glance at the glass on the nightstand beside the bed. Safa was lazy in motion, but her urgent need to lend a hand.

Do not imagine the scene of a broken glass being nudged like in a soap opera. Safa is not that weak until it cannot hold the glass properly. The only obstacle in the head that pulsates makes it difficult to wake up.

Should Safa drink while sleeping?

Shortly after that someone came in and opened the door. Safa turned her head, and was immediately treated to the surprised look of the mother. "Oh my goodness, Safa! Are you awake?"

The woman half ran up to him. Looking at the glass in her hand Madam Halim understood that Safa was intending to drink. Quickly he set the height of the head of the bed with the available remote until Safa lay half-sitting.

Finally Safa can drink calmly assisted by the mother.

Again the door opened bringing up Lalisa and her cousins. Instantly Safa turned lazy to imagine what a commotion would be because they were gathered.

Safa had not seen the women fighting over the place. Suddenly Safa wanted to faint again instead of having to see them.

"Sit down on the couch. More spacious and certainly fit," Safa said with a limp voice.

"No. We, don't we, want to see you." Renata said quickly. He was the one who managed to occupy the seat beside the patient bed.

While Liliana and Rizkia were glaring, looking at the woman with a frowning face for not winning the seat.

Only Erina and her future sister-in-law did not bother. From the beginning they look relaxed, not as noisy as 3 freak girls beside him.

Madam Halim shook her head to look at the group of Halim women. Then he came out, he said he had to take care of unfinished administration.

"How are you doing?" Lalisa approached touching her forehead carefully.

As Safa grimaced, she realized that there was a bandage on the border of her hair and forehead.

"Basic. What do you do to the office on holidays? It's all alone. It's a turn for criminals to be wretched, isn't it?"

"Sister-in-law don't get mad at Safa. He'll get dizzy." Erina bland. But strangely enough, they kept quiet.

Liliana sighed looking at the weakly lying Safa. "Instead we should be grateful that this child survived. The criminals have been caught. This looks like Dava could be free soon."

"He'em," Rizkia's timpal.

While Safa pondered remembering something. He's thinking of Mr. Anjas. How's he doing now?

"Crazy, yeah, Om Edzar doesn't mess around with Galuh. His leg broke so. Hiiy... Scary about it."

Safa turned her head with a frown, "Who's leg is broken?"

"False."

As soon as his breath was relieved, he thought it was Edzar who was injured. But it seems that the words of Diko who calls the man master taekwondo and kickboxing are indeed true.

After this there will be many questions that Safa will have to solve.

Regarding how the people found his existence, until Diko who somehow could be with Edzar.

"It seems, Om Edzar is starting to care about you," Renata chirped as all eyes looked towards him.