SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)

SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 191. EDZAR [FLASHBACK] 1

12 Years ago ....

"Edzar, sorry I forgot to say, I couldn't go to college because there was a seminar somewhere else. Please take your duties to my house. I'll check later tonight."

I sighed when I got a message from a lecturer that I should have met today. But until late afternoon he did not see the trunk of his nose.

Quickly. Why didn't you tell me you couldn't come? Know that I do not have to bother to campus early in the morning and wait without certainty.

This isn't the first time. I'm not the only one experiencing it. Many friends are also often upset and feel played. Protesting also feels incapable. It could be the value that is at stake.

As a final-level student I have started to get preoccupied with the preparation of the thesis and the final assignment. Not to mention KKN, graduation preparation and others. But I'm grateful not to be constrained by the cost during college. It was different when I was in elementary school. Because the income of the father is not as large as it is now.

Long story short, I was struck by another bad luck when I wanted to visit the lecturer's house. The motorbike I was wearing suddenly broke a tire while on the way. I was forced to take public transport because time kept turning up. The sky was darkened by the grey clouds. Looks like it's going to rain.

I looked back at the phone in my hand. Ensuring the address that my lecturer had given. I'm looking for the school in question. He said, after the stop there was SMP that I had to pass to get to his house.

After finding it, I immediately approached the residence that was quite shady by the trees. See the number listed on the concrete fence, then squeeze the bell after it feels right.

A middle-aged woman came out to open a minimalist gate whose height was only limited to my chest.

"You must be Edzar, huh? I told you one of the students wanted to come here. He said he wanted to do the job. Right?" ask him who is his wife.

I also nodded. "Rubber, Ma. Sorry to bother you," I said, giving a group of tasks that I completed early this morning.

After that, without waiting for a long time I immediately rushed home. Run to the stop as the drizzle begins to fall.

Damnit. I grumbled in my heart. My mood was not good all day. Plus my stomach is hungry because it hasn't been filled since noon. Rain falls on the surface of the earth. I could only be silent staring at the water stub that hit the asphalt. Regardless of the sound of the people around.

The stop seemed to be full by those in shade. Just like me, some feel annoyed by the weather that lately is fairly extreme. Secretly hope that there will be no incidence of fallen trees and so on that will affect the flow of electricity.

It'd be really annoying if the power went out, while I don't know how long it's gonna take to get stuck here. My guess is, I'll be home after it turns dark.

And I'm definitely going to come after me out of worry.

I turn my head right left staring around. Lightning rumbles. My eyes were suddenly glued to one object that was arguably the most striking. A short-haired girl with porcelain-white skin. His oriental face made me think he might be of Chinese or Korean descent.

I saw the logo on the blue white uniform. And immediately knew that he was one of the students from Junior High that I had passed earlier.

But that was not what caught my attention, but a man beside her who seemed to be looking for an opportunity to touch her.

My feet are approaching. I can't just stand idly by when evil happens before my own eyes. Moreover, the victim is an underage girl.

But just a few steps away, the girl suddenly moved from her place. I watched him get closer to the side of the road. My ghost frowned as she crouched down taking off her backpack. Her tiny body was a little drenched in rain and wet.

Out of curiosity I also slightly moved forward, seeing what the girl was actually doing. And immediately fixated when he knew what made him willing to rain and sacrifice the bag that I guess quite expensive.

A wild kitten shivered in the cold. The fur looked damp and dirty, splashed with water ruins that hit the edge of the stop. He was not in the shelter because the stop seemed full. And again, it seemed like he was a little afraid of humans.

It can be seen from his misgivings. His eyes glanced at the girl who was covering him several times. The girl threw a smile.

Surprisingly, even I felt bewitched until the nerves in my muscles suddenly stopped unable to move. Something felt rustling, the pounding increased pumping a foreign flavor that suddenly revealed.

I'm sculpting. I don't know why my eyes can't stop nailing him. The girl seemed to shine under the rain. Well-favoured. His voice looks sincere and pure.

Some people carry umbrellas. But none of them care. Just look at it for a minute and then stumble.

I don't know how long the girl stayed in her position. I tried so hard not to pay much attention. But the eyes still glanced at him. Until then the rain had subsided a little. At least not as good as in the beginning. Even so, thunder is still often unpretentious.

I looked back at the girl who was still squatting to protect the cat. His body shivered a little though he tried to look ordinary. My heart clicked, irritated by his strong-witted attitude.

Egoku collapsed. I took off the jacket that wrapped my body, staring for a moment at him. At first I hesitated, but my conscience could not stand still to see him cold.

Then I walked closer to him. I put the jacket I was wearing over her little shoulder. Just look at his body that sank under my big jacket.

The girl seemed to flinch. I immediately took a step before he looked. I grabbed my hat and decided to run through the rain, leaving the stop, the girl and my jacket.

I took shelter in front of a house that had a chained gate. Although the rain was not as intense as earlier, my clothes were still covered by him. Of course I can't force myself through the rain. Moreover, I thought about the contents of my bag that might be wet even though it was watertight.

I looked to the right, at a stop far enough away from where I was standing. Although it has moved places, my brain and eyes can not be separated from it. Moreover, my heart is still pounding incoherently.

I don't understand what's happening to myself. For 23 years of mingling and socializing, I never once thought of someone like that. Especially the opposite sex. Although I'm ashamed to admit, I can't hide the fact that I've never been in a relationship.

But Heru often tells stories when he falls in love with someone. I know a little and can imagine what it's like.

And unfortunately now I wonder, is this feeling of nervousness and pounding heart one of the signs?