SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)

SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 177

Safa was pensive, sitting beside the bed with her eyes staring at something in hand. His feet bent over the fur carpet that was in fact unable to provide warmth. Spit chunks try to swallow, when a line of words is read again.

Widower/Girl.

He found it on some mid-sheet of the marriage book. Safa cried again lamenting her stupidity. Why wasn't he careful then? Though the truth is already held if Safa wants to investigate deeper.

Safa roared, flailing her knees before burying her face there. He's fucked. Shoulders vibrate. Although as much as he cried still did not relieve the turmoil in the chest. He was even slapped with another fact that was more painful.

His father and his mother. They both knew about Edzar's status and background. Since long ago. Funny thing is, both compact did not open the sound.

Safa felt betrayed. Not only Edzar, but the parents he held the most high regard also hurt his trust.

If it's like this, who should he trust? All the people on earth continue to lie to him. It was as if Safa was one of those fools who deserved to be a joke.

He chuckled, laughing at his terrible fate. Suddenly he wishes Doraemon kindness to give him a magic door. Safa wanted to leave, get away from the hypocrites around her. It would be better if Safa didn't know anyone. At least, they had no potential to hurt his heart this deep.

Slowly Safa lifted her head from her knees. For a moment he was stunned, before then his body looked down peeking under the bed. Quiet for a moment, then his hand stretched out to reach something lying there.

He sat down again, staring blankly at the small bottle in the hand he had not held for a long time. Safa squeezed it, gulping with a feeling of dilemma. Should he drink it again?

In fact, Safa has begun to escape from dependence. But Safa needs him now.

Besides, Rey said she can still use it occasionally. Is correct. Just once is okay, right?

Confidently Safa started to open the small bottle, pouring its contents into the palm of the hand. One. Two. No, Safa shook her head, put the other one back in.

But then he pensively. After careful thought, Safa took out the drugs again up to five points. It wouldn't be enough if it was just one.

He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

Safa's eyes closed as her hands were raised to put the sedative into her mouth.

Another bit. Almost he managed to swallow it, if only Madam Halim did not open the door suddenly and ran towards him, brushed off Safa's hand until the small details scattered.

The woman shouted loudly. His face shook Safa's shoulders. "What are you doing!"

Safa fell silent. His sharpened face looked forward. Not once did he glance at the mother who was looking at him angrily.

"You want to die? Da? Istighfar, Safa!"

Whahuh? Die off? Just 5 grains won't make him die, he thought. Most overdoses. That's what he wants. Who knows Safa could sleep a little longer. Taking a break from the pain that was burning his heart.

Why is God so strong? Safa never even came into contact with a man. Safa in a more.

But, why did he have to get a former person?

Perhaps Safa is too conservative to expect holy men in this day and age, especially in big cities. But, child? I don't know why Safa is hard to accept.

It's up to people to say his mind is too evil, too exaggerated, or whatever. As Edzar said, this is all about children.

JUSTJUST.

It is easy to say without experiencing it directly. Because who could clearly feel what his heart was only Safa. Not Edzar, not his mother, not his father.

"Mother knows I hate people who fail."

Silent.

The mother was silent, her eyes fixed, exploring the joy of her missing daughter swallowed by disappointment.

"Edzar is a good man." Madam Halim replied in a low voice.

Safa looked fiercely. "okay?" He grunts. "Good at hiding lies, is that it?"

The atmosphere was back silent. The clockwork echoed his existence amid the dimness of Safa's curtain-covered room.

"Everybody has a past."

"Indeed. But not all the past is acceptable."

Madam Halim shook her head. "could. Just so you're willing to look at different binoculars."

"Sapha. Not everyone who fails in the household then he bad manners. You're too fixated on one person's experience to close your eyes that the reasons for divorce are all kinds."

"There are several factors either from the husband or wife. You can't generalize everything."

"And what is the reason? Can you explain the factors that made Edzar separated from his wife?"

Silent again. Safa snorted to see the mother who immediately silenced. "Mother can't say it." He turned his eyes forward. On a line of light that managed to infiltrate the curtain gap that closed the origin.

"Edzar has the right to answer that. He will explain everything to you. Because you're his wife. And he's your husband."

"His husband? Which husband would cheat on his own wife?"

"If he's a good man, he'll be honest before he decides to marry someone."

Madam Halim fell silent. "Then from that, listen to Edzar. Give him a chance to explain. That way you can be satisfied to ask him directly, without having to be tired of guessing and locked in speculation that is not necessarily true."

Mrs Halim got up, picking up the drug pellets scattered on the carpet. Put it back in the container without waste. Then he looked at Safa again. "Mother won't force you ahead. You're big, it's time to make your own decisions. Mother will also not regret if you say you want to separate. That's your right. Neither Mother nor Father has the right to interfere."

"You stop, please. Please continue too. Only you know your own heart."

"But before that you have to talk to Edzar. After that it's up to you, do you think Edzar's past can be accepted or not."

"One thing you want to tell. Every marriage has its tests. Especially in the beginning. All sorts of problems come alternately. Marriage is not just a union of two hearts. But the character, character, and habits of each partner contribute to the building of the basis of trust."

"To put it simply, you and Edzar are two strangers locked in one room. To survive each other, of course you are required to know each other, understand each other's person so that a compactness will form the foundation of togetherness."

"Dissension in a relationship is natural. Light and heavy, depending on how you accept the reality that already exists."

"When you open the gift box. Did you know what it was before, too?"

"No, right? So did Edzar's past. Maybe this is just one of the stories he has. But as time goes on, everything will definitely open."

"Lost how your sincerity received it. For Edzar is only the gift of God to complete your emptiness. Perfecting half your religion through marriage."