SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)

OUR FAMILY 3'S

"Okay, I asked for last month's financial statements to be the same month now, huh? Of Morinaza and all its branches." Edzar seemed busy calling when Ibra suddenly entered, opening the door of his study slowly.

He briefly glanced at the boy before returning to focus on hearing the conversation across the phone.

"Pi .." whispered Ibra.

Edzar raised his hand, telling Ibra to shut up first.

"okay-okay. I'll wait 24 hours, okay? Thanks." Thanks."

The call ended, Edzar turned to his son while raising an eyebrow. "What's up, Mom?"

Ibra seemed hesitant to speak, he twisted his shirt and occasionally scratched his nape as he glanced at the waiting father.

"Pi, buyin new hape, dong," he chirped.

"Hape? Not that last month you just changed hape, huh?"

"Yes, that .. is broken, Pi ..." the great-grandson was scared.

"damaged? How cute is it? Hape is expensive, you know. Time is broken, huh?" wonder Edzar.

Ibra seemed confused to answer. He did not dare to look at Edzar.

"You make how, anyway, Mas sampa cepet really damaged that? Last month, you know, Papi buyin you hape, it also replace that 5 months ago. Have a Papi already want a year and a half is still durable." Edzar shows his Samsung S22 Ultra which is still smooth from the body to the screen, even the chipset is still tight.

Ibra just kept quiet. Seeing his depressed son Edzar took a breath and threw it away slowly."Where try to see the hape, who knows it can still be used."

He hands out to Ibra. But as you already know, the boy must have shook his head when asked for his old phone.

This makes Edzar more strange and suspicious, Ibra always avoids whenever asked the form of the hape that he said was damaged.

"Mass? Papi wants to ask, please. But you answered honestly, huh?"

Slowly, Ibra hesitated.

"Actually the hape-hape is you humanity, anyway? What's broken missing? Answer honestly," Edzar asserted. "Because every Papi asks for his cell phone is always not there. You other than that? Really broken? If it breaks where does it exist? Papi wants to see."

Ibra couldn't answer. The boy was getting down, and it certainly made Edzar could not help but suspect.

"Lost?"

Long speechless, Ibra finally nodded slowly. He looked up afraid to see Edzar. "Sorry," he-squeer.

Edzar was angry of course. Who is not angry when many times buy goods but eliminated? In total, more than a dozen million.

"This is the third time you've asked for a cape, ma'am. Everything you lost? Did you set that aside?"

Ibra.

"School is still SD but has finished 50 million for doang gadgets. Good thing the same laptop computer does not follow you missingin. Could bankrupt Papi long ago."

Ibra shriveled in place. Just then the door to Edzar's office opened, showing Safa coming in with the coffee Edzar had asked for.

He who sees Ibra is also there frowning."What are you guys talking about? Why is your face so pale, my dear?"

Safa touched Ibra's sweaty forehead.

"He's out of cell phone again," explained Edzar a little ketus.

"Lost?" Safa looked at her silent son. "That phone we bought last month?"

"Kok can be lost, Mas? Isn't broken?" Usually Ibra always reasoned his cellphone was damaged if asked again.

"Everything is not broken, but it is gone. If it breaks there must be a form, unless he throws it into the river or he blows the truck down the road." Edzar is still in upset mode.

Safa blinked at her husband's statement. He looked at Ibra who had been silent."It's really gone, Mas?"

Ibra nodded slowly.

"Just try and call her number."

Safa fiddled with her phone calling Ibra's number, but all that sounded was the dial tone and the operator. Many times he repeated the same. Even the last one was immediately dotted.

"Cock is off, huh?"

"This must be something to hold, deh," Safa concluded.

Edzar looked at his wife. "Tomorrow Papi, tell him to track down a friend in the police. If there is someone who can be found later."

Hearing that Ibra flinched. His face stiffened with sweat the size of a corn seed. His voice looked restless and panicked.

Unable to lie, Ibra spoke up."Se-real ... hapenya Mas sell all," Ibra said afraid.

Edzar and Safa turned to look at their son who was now looking down deeply. Both of them frowned at Ibra's statement.

"sold?" sahut them simultaneously.

Ibra neither nodded nor shook her head, but her silence had already shown the word yes.

"Why sold? That's why the money's still there, right?"

Of course, logically if Ibra sells all its phones there must be a nominal of the sale. Which makes me wonder why not buy a new one with that money alone? Why do I have to ask Edzar again?

"The money went to the charity for disaster ..."

Silent. Safa and Edzar were both silent, they were unable to make a sound to hear the innocent voice mixed with fear.

Ibra also lowered his head to find the inertia of his parents. He really thought they were all angry about his actions. Ibra really feels guilty. He did not mean to squander his papa money that much.

"As sorry, Pi, Mi. Mas ... They know it is wrong. Papi and Mami can law anything," his great-grandson resigned. "Not so ask for a hape," continued Ibra again, with a frown.

His eyes were even watering to cry. Seeing that, of course, Safa as a weak mother undoes her intention to scold.

Suddenly Edzar's phone rang showing someone's phone. Edzar frowned to see who was contacting.

"Hello, Mr Gunawan?"

"Hello, Mr. Edzar. I just want to thank you for the contribution that you and your family have made to our charitable foundation. Again, I am very happy with this help. You are one of the biggest contributors in the program now for the Bengkulu earthquake disaster. Thank you for trusting us. Me and the team will soon channel these funds from tomorrow. Thanks again, sir."

"When some time ago you have contributed quite large, but the last few months your son also became a contributor. I salute, Ibra is still a child but you have taught him to share this magnitude. What a generous boy," praised Mr. Gunawan.

Edzar could only gawk at hearing that. He looked at his wife and son in turn. They all looked at Edzar with curious eyes.

For those who do not know, Mr. Gunawan is one of Edzar's acquaintances from the world of politics. He is the owner of a broadcasting company as well as the founder of a charitable foundation that is often active in raising funds for donations.

Wait, so Ibra sells those phones to donate?

Whether this was a crazy or generous act, Edzar was certainly still upset with his dishonest son.