SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)

SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 146

"What's? So Mr Iwan lives there in Safa?"

Mr. Iwan lowered his head, "Sorry, Madam. But then Non Safa said Madam told me to go home first. Because the cake is waiting."

"When did I say that?"

Mr. Iwan looked frowning, just as Mrs Halim was wrinkled in wonder.

"Didn't you just send a message via WhatsApp? Non Safa herself showed it."

"What?"

"I never thought I'd send a message."

Both are confused. If it wasn't Mrs Halim who sent the message, then who did she see?

"Sir Iwan, where did you live Safa?"

"Money shop tek-tek, ma'am."

"Catch me now!" firmly Mrs Halim.

"Rey says Safa can't be alone. There is a possibility that at any time he will hurt himself because of the effects of drug dependence. That's why you and I are always with her as much as possible."

Pak Iwan gulped worriedly, also feeling stupid because it managed to lie to Safa. If anything happens, he is ready to accept any consequences.

Shortly after, Mr. Iwan returned to the shop he had originally left. But when he got there he found no sign of Safa's existence at all. Is Safa done eating, or is this store is not the real purpose.

So where did the girl go?

"Mas, Mas, look at women, right? Young, white skin, eyes a bit narrow, height around this, long hair, wear white clothes and jeans. I dropped it off here. Maybe the Mas saw?" Mr. Iwan asked one of the male servants who was wara-wiri delivering the order.

The man seemed silent in thought, trying to remember the person Mr. Iwan described. But then his head shook, giving up. "Sorry, Sir. I don't seem to see. Less know as well, probably because there were too many people I saw today."

"Eh, you see?" ask the waiter to his friend who happened to pass by. "Or are you all seeing one? Girl, narrow eyes, wearing white clothes, jeans. He said he had been here," he continued asking all visitors.

Mr. Iwan sighed as everything shook his head. Where should he be looking for his Young Miss. As she almost turned around leaving the tavern, one of the women who was the customer exclaimed loudly.

"Oh! Maybe you mean the woman who wanted to come in here but not so, huh? Her hair is long brown, right?"

Spontaneous Mr. Iwan nodded enthusiastically, "Right, Ma'am. Ma'am see?"

"Yes, I saw that he wanted to come in, but I don't know why he didn't. His face was sad. I wanted to ask, but she was out of the way" explained the woman.

"Where are you going, Mommy?" ask Mr. Iwan quickly.

"So I looked that way. But sorry, the rest I don't know." The woman pointed to her right, which meant left for Mr. Iwan.

"Yes already, Ma'am thanks. Then I'm sorry. Sorry to interrupt the timing, Mom, everybody, come." Mr. Iwan nodded reluctantly then passed from there.

He kept asking the people he passed by. Although the answers were the same, no one saw them. Even though he had used Safa photos stored in his mobile phone gallery, but still, it was difficult to find one person in this fairly large city, especially foreign.

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. That's what Mr. Iwan is going through.

Meanwhile, in another corner of Pasundan city, Safa has just come out of a shopping mall. Fortify various kinds of items that are wrapped neatly in a paper bag.

As hard as he held back, still, for him shopping was the best healing ever. Safa peeked at the mobile phone, seeing a reply chat from the taxi driver she ordered.

Safa circulated the look for the car in question. Before long a man came out of the steering door not far from him. Approaching Safa who was in a daze.

"Mak Safana Halim?"

"Eh, yes, Mas. Taxi's online, right?"

"Rubber, Ma'am. Mari?"

Safa nodded, following the young driver to his car parked on the side of the road.

Safa entered in the back seat, placed the groceries next to her, then re-opened the phone that she had turned off after the departure of Mr. Iwan in the tek-tek noodle shop.

Safa ordered a taxi with the other phone, so it's safe. When the screen was on, tens or even almost hundreds of messages entered in the green phone application. Safa clucked as it made her phone performance slow down.

He left it for a while, at least until the data retrieval was complete and the phone went back to normal.

Safa had not noticed the pair of eyes watching her since. Ever since the car was running, the taxi driver kept glancing at it from the front rearview mirror. Safa who was too focused didn't even know the path they were on wasn't the usual path to the villa.

"Sir, my wallet was left in the back seat. Can you please get it?"

Safa blinked, "Oh, what's right," he said with a faint sigh.

Safa began to search around the chair she was sitting on. Even to lift the bags of groceries to find the wallet in question.

"Kok, nothing, Mas? Are you sure you kept it here?"

"Related, Ma. I slept there."

Dahi Safa shriveled, again searching the passenger seat carefully.

"Yes, let me find out for myself, Ma'am," said the man as he removed his seatbelt.

Safa nodded unsuspectingly. He stepped aside slightly as the man's body leaned back, snapping around the chair that Safa was sitting on.

"Oh, hard," he lamented, while giggling to move the body backwards.

Safa smiled awkwardly, she also returned to look even though she found nothing. His eyes peered between the chair and the door, which was when he felt something was wrong.

The movement stopped for a moment. A sense of anxiety began to appear, with difficulty he swallowed saliva turned his head back. His body stiffened looking at the man who was now also looking at him.

The problem was not that, Safa felt a hand tucked under her buttocks, exactly where she was sitting at the moment. Slowly the fingers moved, stroking the back of Safa's body wrapped in jeans.

Safa began to tremble in fear, especially as the man began to draw closer to pin Safa between the doors. Sontak Safa retreats, though free. His back has no room for more.

"M-mas, she said she wanted to find a wallet.." Safa's great-grandson shook.

The man did not answer. Safa brushed off the hand that was about to touch her face. "Mas don't be impudent, yeah! Or—"

"Or what? Report police?"

"Unfortunately, before that happened I wasn't sure if your existence in this world existed."

"Make evil need not be responsible. You're both going to jail, right?"

Safa shook her head, "J-don't, Mas. I beg. Better not at all than in prison. What did you ask for? The money? Or these? It's a rare watch, more expensive than 1 car." Safa took off the watch she was wearing, handing it to the man who was still faithfully silent.

"What did you ask for? I'll give you everything...." Safa's eyes began to water. His body shook badly. His voice slowly sounded.

The man smiled, "Okay, with pleasure," he said accepting Safa's gift.

"But you are too dear to miss. I told you, doing evil doesn't have to take responsibility, right?"

Safa glared, "Don't! I'm sober, Mas!"

"Blame your beauty for making me lose my mind."

"Deliver!"

Safa rebelled when the man began to embrace her. He screamed trying to escape. Her tiny hand was pounding against the glass, hoping that someone would notice and help her.

"PLEASE....!!!"

"Mas don't....!"

"Hiks, Dad....!!!"

Safa's cry broke as she felt the hand touch her body. His phone flickered, a deafening ringtone sounded from under the chair. Shakingly he tried to grab it, but failed because the man blocked and gripped his wrist firmly.

Whether who called, Safa tried to kick the man, looking for a vital tool that was his weakness. But as if aware of his movements the man can easily kink.

Safa was constantly screaming for help. No matter his throat hurt so hard he let out a voice.

"Free. It's deserted here, almost no one ever passes by here."

"Hiks, loose...."

The srek!

"Yes....!!!"

"God...."