SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)

SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 155

"Ar rahmaan ...."

Safa sculpting.

"Allamal-qur’an ...."

He's still trying to digest things.

"Nhanaqal-insan ...."

When a beautiful voice comes out of one's mouth, it is none other than Edzar.

"Allamahul-bayan ...."

The man managed to get him fixated, fascinated with the other side which was many times more thrilling.

"Asy-syamsu wal-qamaru and husban ..."

Safa did not even realize when the mother led her to sit, side by side with her father, facing directly with Edzar who became the center of attention.

"Wan-najmu wasy-shajaru yasjudan ..."

He was stunned when Edzar looked solemnly read the Qur'an, precisely the Surah of Ar-Rahman. Her voice is so beautiful to hear. Safa had suspected Edzar was one of the few Muslim men who could read the holy book. But he did not expect that man would be this fluent.

Starting from the tajwid, the letter makhorijul, to the tone and rhythm sound perfect in the ears of Safa. He is neither santriyah nor ustadzah, it is possible that his assessment is still low. But at least Edzar was able to recite the guidelines of life of the Muslims.

Not everyone can do it that well and beautifully. And Edzar is among the rare men who can certainly shake the heart of any woman, even the whole family who attended suddenly silence was unable to say and speak.

Again Edzar made him captivated with the advantages he had. Safa did not struggle when her heart felt warm and peaceful, adrift Edzar's charisma was so amazing to destroy.

For a few minutes he just stared at Edzar, the only object that was not able to make him switch to looking at things for a moment. The man seemed to be holding her captive in such a powerful circle of attraction. Trapping Safa with her alluring personality.

"Fa bi'ayyi ala'i rabbikuma tukazziban ..."

"Tabarakasmu rabbika zil-jalali wal-ikram ...."

Without feeling the last verse of the Surah Ar-Rahman has finished Edzar recite.

"Sodaqallahuladzim ...."

The man closed the Qur'an, muttered for a moment with his eyes closed, then kissed it and touched it on his forehead, at a glance.

Safa was aghast, a little jolted as the man looked up, staring right at her. Edzar commented on the thin but warm smile, do not ask the heart pounding Safa who is crazy about it. Even his hands were sweating.

Someone interrupted.

"Masiah Allah .... Alhamdulillahot. What a beautiful voice A Edzar, yes. I was amazed, moved, fascinated, ter ter ter ter anyway mah. If only I was young, maybe I would not have gone to A Edzar to KUA. Haha ...."

"good. The recitation of the holy verse of the Qur'an has been done by our own main character, yes. Incredible A Edzar. Already handsome, smart to teach, and certainly also well established, yes, A Edzar, yes ...?"

Edzar smiled in response to the woman's MC who was addressed to him. I don't know what Edzar is currently thinking, the man seemed a little tense and nervous since then, although the impression of calm never rested from him.

Compared to that, Safa was still wondering about this situation. What is he really doing? Why so many people? Is this the event the mother meant? Aren't they going to go? Why even get stuck here?

Safa was really confused, especially the atmosphere seemed formal and sacred. Moreover, the presence of Edzar and his family added Safa increasingly astonished.

Again, their clothes look the same. Women wear kebaya exactly like Safa, but different models. Then the men wear batik with a matching pattern, a mixture of pink and silver blush. Aligned without leaving a masculine impression, because of which Safa knows most men hate the color pink.

Safa loves that color. Not a bright pink that is striking and makes eye pain, but more on a soft and soft one.

And Safa just realized, all the decorations here are made according to her taste. From the beautiful chairs they sit on today, to a medium-sized booth complete with a set of white roses that become a background wall decorator.

Everything is a mixture of ivory white and soft pink. Very pretty, simple, but luxurious.

"good. Now we get to the point, yeah. Please, son Edzar can start. How do you convey that?"

Meaning?

Mean what?

Amidst the confusion, Safa's attention returned to Edzar who suddenly stood up, walked up to the booth, the small stage with thousands of roses that Safa had intended, took a mic and tested it for a moment.

The man cleared his throat for a moment, before then opening his voice.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

"Waalaikumussalam .. warahmatulli wabarakatuh ..." Simultaneously everyone answered, including Safa despite sounding soft.

Edzar looked up, staring at Safa for a moment. Then turn to Mr and Mrs Halim who sit flanking him.

Safa gulped.

Edzar wants what?

"Father of Halim, Ibu Halim," he said first.

"Before I wanted to tell you a little story that happened in my life."

"A fragment of the story of hearts and feelings that freeze, but melt once someone comes, knocks, forces into the cold space."

Pause a minute.

"High-brained women who don't think about risk when they approach me. Who are not tired of smiling when we meet. Survive though my response might hurt her ego as a woman."

Safa was confused because Edzar suddenly nailed her with a fixed look.

"He is a woman of color. Not the most beautiful in the world, but her figure is able to shake my heart so great. I turned my feelings around very badly. Makes me fall into his incredible charm."

"The presence is like the sun that comes in the rainy season. Highly expected and eager for warmth."

"That's your daughter. Safana Halim, the most beautiful figure I've ever met."

Deg.

Edzar what are you doing?

Nnnnope. What are they doing, actually?

Doesn't anyone want to tell him?

It's so bad these people. Safa made her own confusion. Especially Edzar. What the fuck. Why is it so poetic and poetic? I want Safa to pull him from there. Especially when the cheers came from all over the room. And certainly the noisiest one is behind Safa, where her cousins, aunts, and money are. They were all compactly shouting the word 'Uwu' together.

Duh, how to be embarrassed.

Not enough to get there, Edzar continued.

"His joy was able to make me learn that with the frequent smiling, feelings will become lighter. I began to understand that life is a quest for serenity by letting go of all the bad things in the heart."

"Since I met Safa, my world changed, my habits changed, the bad became good, the good became better. And I hope that in the future it will only continue to improve."

Safa looked away. His heart rumbled unnoticed. Stomach ticklish. He was both happy and astonished. Glad to hear Edzar's statement, astonished that he did not know what exactly the man was doing.

"Halim's father, Halim's mother, with the deepest humility, the utmost sincerity, I came with my family to ask permission and blessing to propose and question Safa, and proceed to the marriage stage under the sacred bond of marriage contract."

Wh-what?

Kontan Safa looked back at Edzar on stage there. What does this mean, anyway? Apply? Did he not hear wrong?

Please, whoever send him an ENT doctor right now!

"I am ready to love, care for, and guide Safa forever. Leading a happy, calm, compassionate, and bloody family of Islam" Edzar said.

The man sighed. "For that, let me love and protect Safa as much as Safa loves Father and Mother. And as big as you and Mom love Safa."

"Wabillahi taufik wal hidayah, wassalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

"Wa'alaikumussalam .. warahmatullahi wabarakatuh ...."

Safa was in a daze as Edzar stepped off the stage, walking back to his seat, right in front of Safa. They exchanged looks, before Edzar looked down at the link of his own hand with a smile .. sumringah?

It's so glad he's. While Safa desperately resisted tremors and heart spots that had not stopped acting since.

Edzar propose? This serious?

"How about, Mr Halim, Mrs Halim? Is the Nak Edzar accepted?"