SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)

SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 31

Well ... although Safa admits the results are not bad. True said people, do not underestimate mothers berdaster. Because when he comes out of the cage, you're all finished.

There are times when Safa is proud of her mother. Mrs Halim is the type of slang mother who is guaranteed not to be shy if brought to play. Play here means to mall yes, not play lego.

Okay, cuss. markiton. Let's watch it.

Safa had prepared many snacks to accompany her. Good, Safa, you'll add to your bundle's anger list after this. Mrs Halim would hate to see people eating on the bed, unless she was sick she would take it.

Bodo. That one can think about later. Let's start the search for what drama we should watch right now. But for a second, where's the phone, huh?

Safa circulated the view and found, the flat object was on the table by the window. Aih ... lazy to wake up. But Safa remembered she had not yet replied to Kamila's message. Inevitably Safa got up from her fall and went limp.

Safa intends to return after getting her phone. But for some reason his eyes suddenly turned out the window.

Safa cringing.

Who'sis that?

Someone was standing across the street, and if Safa had not mistakenly thought the man was looking at the house ... Edzar's?

Judging from his clothes it seemed like a man. Safa could not see her face due to the considerable visibility, especially the person wearing a hat.

Maybe because he felt noticed the man suddenly turned his head, making Safa aghast and accidentally dropped the phone.

Aih .. ngagetin aja the brother. Not about. How, can that be so exact?

Bentar, why did Safa tremor herself, huh? I swear by Lee Minho, his eyes were so sharp. Safa slowly turned her head out the window, but the man was gone. Hiih .. kok goosebumps yes. Feel more about horror movies. Was that not a ghost?

Drrt ...

“Omo ghost uh ghost!”

“Haish! Just ngagetin, hell.” Safa scooped up her vibrating phone.

Drrt ... Drrt ...

Camilla?

“Halo, Mil?”

“Halo, Saf. Why else? Busy no?”

Safa twisting eyeballs, “You're mocking, huh?”

Kamila chuckled softly, delighted as if to upset Safa.

“Hehe, don't. You ‘kan kerabut.”

Safa frowning, “Fog?” tanyanya's confused. What other weird terms is that?

Across there Kamila nodded.

“Iya, mist. Anti-gabut resistance, hahaha ..”

While Kamila laughed, Safa clucked as she straightened her legs, standing facing the window with her eyes outwards. His brain was still curious about the man in the hat. But wobbly as long as whatever Safa still did not find him.

Where'd that guy run? Oh, so quick to say it. Is Safa just hallucinating? Not likely. Or was that really a ghost?

My God, suddenly his house feels horror. Where there's nobody, there's just a busy Bik Inem in the back. Duh, it's a real coward Safa tuh.

“Why call?” safa asked Kamila.

Safa could hear the commotion across there. That must be Kamila's friends.

“Ck, can't call your friends?” Then Kamila continued, “Entar malem I want to watch the same cement-men. You're coming, huh?”

“Malem?”

“Not too late either, anyway. Yes ... around the clock. How, would you not? I'll pick you up later if you want.”

Safa thought for a moment, she was confused, on the one hand she doubted her father would allow, on the other hand Safa was interested in coming along. Huh, fate has a protective father, everywhere need permission, if not later scolded.

“See later, yes. I need to say Father Mother first ..”

“Yes, yes, okay. This dayang understands Mr. Putri can not go out carelessly, especially at night ..”

Safa thunts, “Apaan the hell you, Mil.”

Kamila laughed at the upset tone in Safa's voice, she guessed her best friend was pouting right now.

“Haha ... already, well. There's class, here. Bye, Safa ..”

“Bye ...”

Safa lowered her phone from her ear, she turned to the bed where her laptop and all her snacks were. His intention to watch is gone. Suddenly Safa was more interested in experimenting in the kitchen. Mumpung Madam Halim is not at home. Right, this is an opportunity, he thought.

Safa moved out of the room. He looked for Bik Inem, asking him to be his tutor when cooking later. Safa has no intention of damaging Madam Halim's beloved kitchen. Maybe the group was angry and kicked him from the list of Family Card members.

If that happens, it's over. Safa does not want to be a bully let alone lose money shopping. Safa still wants skincare snacks and expensive bags. Although the one who gave the monthly money was not Madam Halim, but Mr. Halim the father, still, his father was the weakest with the anger of the mother.

The reason is of course because you do not want to be locked outside the room. Ordinary, men are afraid of losing the ration of the night.

"Bik Inem ...!" safa shouted as she went down the stairs. His head turned left right looking for the whereabouts of the middle-aged woman.

But Safa found the atmosphere of a quiet house. Also a piece of paper stuck to the refrigerator door.

"Non, Auntie's out for a second, yeah. Want to go to the ATM, transfer money to the village. He said, Auntie's son in high school wants tourism."

Safa sighed. This is the story, he did not learn to cook. Because without Bik Inem Safa can't do anything.

Finally he returned to the room alone, continuing his intention to watch Korean Drama. Previously he was lazy because he did not have an exciting drama reference. No one had truly captivated his heart to make him watch it to the very end.

Indeed, the average Safa always stops in the middle, or even just watch one to two episodes if it is really boring.

Not only about food, problems like this he was fairly fussy and picky. Understandably, his taste is too high and unique. Different from the others. Including his taste in liking Edzar.

It was Edzar again. He was upset with that man.

Safa scowled, then sang languidly. "Om Edzar .. my taste ...."

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“Pak, are you sure of these demands? I think this is quite dangerous.”

“Why? Because he's a country official?”

“The problem ..”