SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)

THE BONUS CHAPTER 3

Edzar parked his car quickly, then got out and ran into the hospital. The goal is haya one, Safa's room. He wanted to make sure his worries were not right. Wish they were all just joking and not seriously bringing Ibra.

But what he sees now. Heart's slipping. Not only was Ibra missing, Safa was also missing, there was no sign of her presence on the bed.

"Doctor!" Edzar yells.

"Doctor!"

A nurse who happened to come out from the next room, rushed over. "Why, Sir?"

Raut Edzar looks panicked. His breathing was a little irregular when he spoke. "My wife. Where is my wife going?"

"The patient here?"

Edzar nodded. "Yes. Safana Halim's. Where is he?"

The nurse seemed silent for a moment. "I'm sorry, but I don't know, sir. Maybe you can ask the administration. Or you can ask at the reception, sir. Usually the patient who's been out the data is recorded there."

Without waiting for a long time Edzar immediately returned to the bottom floor. Just as he got out of the elevator, he passed the doctor in charge of handling Safa. Edzar immediately asked the whereabouts of the wife who was not in his room.

"Lho, you don't know, huh? This morning your wife was taken by her family. Though—"

Not finished the doctor spoke, Edzar had run through the exit. The doctor shook his head slowly, he sighed and then turned to enter the elevator.

Meanwhile, Edzar spurred his car to split the sea of vehicles with a feeling of unworthiness. Heart's worried. Safa was forcefully picked up. Wh-wh-what for? But once they bring the patient into a coma in such a way. This is his wife. How could Edzar not be consulted first.

And what's even more annoying is that the streets are still jammed in a crucial time like this. Damnit. Why was there not a single good thing throughout the day that he went through. Ibra, Safa, you're okay, right? Why are they so evil.

As if not enough with the traffic jam, suddenly he got a ticket. Edzar drove the vehicle too fast. What else is this, my God?

I want him to curse everyone.

"Sir, don't convolve. I was in a hurry. How much money are you asking?"

Upset not playing. Though Edzar was sure he did not break the traffic rules. But he was lazy to argue because it would take a long time to serve the police.

"Lho, am I asking you for the same money? No, right?"

"Yes, so what? I've given you all the letters. Why do you talk so much?"

"What"

"You want to take my car? Okay. Go ahead. But I'm asking permission to borrow your bike." Edzar also scooped a keychain that stuck in the pocket of the Police Officer's pants.

"Lho, you know, you know ... What the fuck? Hey, Sir!" The policeman called out to Edzar who was quickly riding his motorcycle. Then just leave leaving him dumbfounded.

"Gee ... I just found out that a prosecutor has no rules. Uniforms are good. It also makes women slouch. Tsk, tsk, tsk. But he was too good-looking as a young boy. Hadeh ... But maybe, the car is also not canned. You can, show off a little Fortuner ride. Uhuy ..." The fat cop walked over to Edzar's car. Whistling while twirling the key that Edzar swapped with the key of his motorbike.

"Safazar's? Is this his name? How, weird?" he muttered while reading the writing on the hangers that were stung.

.........

The impeded journey made Edzar longer until home. The distance, which usually only takes an hour if it crashes, has now doubled from the estimate.

Edzar took off his helmet, staring at his house and the in-laws next to him. Where are Ibra and Safa?

Is home? Or is it Mr Halim's house?

The answer lies in the voices he hears. It was clearly from the residence of Halim.

Edzar rushed down from the motor. Then walk firmly into the gate that somehow a lot of cars in it.

Without greeting, Edzar entered through the front door. Spreading his gaze to those who were silent at him.

"Edzar? You're home, son?" Bu Dyah approached as soon as he realized his presence.

Edzar's face was sour. Stiff and cold. "Where is Ibra? Where is Safa!" it was high enough with a high tone.

Everything there had jumped. The laughter that had filled the room had now vanished inaudible.

"Edzar, calm down, son."

"How am I supposed to calm down when my wife and son are gone?" sergeant Edzar. Bu Dyah was silent.

"You can do this. You guys forcibly pick up someone who's in a coma in the hospital. What you are doing is immoral. Where's your conscience?"

"I will not forgive anyone if anything happens with Safa or Ibra" he continued.

"We're here, Papi ..."

Everything looks.

Renata, one of Oma Halim's grandchildren appeared from the direction of the room next to the stairs. But that was not what made Edzar sculpt, but someone who sat in a wheelchair that he pushed.

"Safa?" the whisper couldn't believe it.

"Yes, this is Safa, A Uda Darling ...." The curled lips threw a smile at Edzar.

Whatisthis? Is Edzar hallucinating? That beautiful headscarf is really Safa?

Edzar's eyes fell on the woman's hand. Ibra, their baby appears to be sound asleep in a blanket of fur that keeps him warm even in an air-conditioned room.

"She's new mimi" Safa explained without being asked.

Edzar's mouth was still tight. He was still confused by the situation that happened.

"How can you?" whisper to no matter who. His eyes were empty staring at his wife and child who had made him restless since then.

"You." Edzar was speechless. He did not know to be happy or angry because he had been played. But rather than that, he was more worried about Safa's state who somehow woke up from a coma.

Quickly he brought his feet closer to Safa. Researching the wife from top to bottom. "You ... Already conscious?" said faltered.

His hands touched Safa's shoulders. Making sure the figure in front of him is real.

Safa nodded. Still with her intoxicating sweet smile.

Edzar grunts in disbelief. His eyes were filled with tears. Is God joking? It's not a delusion because Edzar's gone crazy, is it?

If this is a dream, then please don't wake him up forever.

"Did? Is this really you, honey?" Edzar's voice was trembling.

Back Safa nodded. "Yes, this is Uda's Ai. Mami Ibra," she said, holding her son in her arms.

Edzar. Shaking with an inexplicable look. A moment later his body slammed into Safa's arms. Crying with shoulders shaking violently.

His reaction was witnessed by the whole family. The atmosphere of the haru melded over the hearts of the people there. They're satiated. Finally, Edzar's gloomy face now again found the light.

Safana Halim has come to her senses from the coma. Similarly, the soul of Edzar who had been at the end of the abyss, now interested and saved.

"Happy Birthday, Safa's A Uda."

Edzar jerks.

"Have the hug gone, huh? This is Ibra your big body clamp. From that moment on."

The man kept the body away. His face was still filled with confusion.

"Don't tell me Uda forgot her own birthday?"

"What?"

"Now it's May 28th. Exactly 35 years A Uda was born from her mother's womb."

Madam Dyah smiled. He approached his eldest son who still looked dazed. In his hand was a cake wrapped around the number 35.

"Happy birthday, my son. Thank you for being such a great and devoted child."

Edzar. His body stiffly stared at the cake and his kneeling mother likened his height to Edzar's.

Is correct. It's his birthday. So many things he thought about that he forgot his own birthday. Exactly 7 days after the birth of the son, Edzar officially turned 35.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO EDZAR ADHYAKSA."

The words were spoken by his entire family. In fact, they had planned this for a long time. Including Safa who turned out to have been conscious from five days ago. The woman was in a coma for 2 days. But managed to fool Edzar until it felt almost dead.

In reality, all the misfortune that befell him was a scenario from them. Even the fake cop who just called him on the way.

Damnit. Edzar felt that he was not 35, but 5. What the fuck is this shitty surprise? So fiancee.

But Edzar's heart warmed. Because now he is fully assembled with his small family. Safa and Ibra. Two of the most important people in his life.