SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)

SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 48

“Saf, her legs forward dikit.”

“Yang right. A little more.”

“Less, bit again.”

“Nah... hold.”

“One, two, three.” Crack.

“One more time, yes. One, two, three.” Crack.

“Daebak! Well-favoured. Perfect-perfects. Move there, yuk!” Kamila pointed to another spot that he thought was good for taking pictures. Safa just followed.

This afternoon Kamila invited him to do a photo shoot, as Kamila called it. According to Safa the word is too cool to just snap a Kamila-style amateur. But Safa is lazy to protest, afraid to dampen the spirit of her best friend who is interested in the world of photo shoots.

The girl took up photography in college, just because she wanted a faction with a level sister she liked, not because she was really interested. But Safa hopes the shots are good this time. Safa is tired of styling, he is not sincere if the results do not meet expectations.

“Mil, not much time. After all, the most posted one.”

“Apaan one. Five. You must upload five photos!” sergeant Kamila disagrees.

Safa rolled her eyes lazily. It was so light talking. Five, said. They've spent over 50 minutes just taking pictures. More than 50 images also Safa sure Kamila already got.

Ahelah. Yes, if the same professional photographer, this is not. Though Safa can also take photos at home using a tripod, or ask Mother and Bik Inem who photographed. No need to be good, Safa is still okay with any style. The important thing is that the product is clearly visible.

That thought. Another time when Safa told Kamila that she accepted the offer of Lena, her college friend. The girl immediately insisted on offering to be a photographer. Safa can what when Kamila begging with the reason to want to hone her ability to hold the camera.

Take notes, hold the camera!

The words are not convincing. In the heart of Safa misuh-misuh because it feels like a guinea pig for Kamila. Maybe the girl could use it as a model just to practice.

“Mila... laper.. eat, yuk....” Safa whined with a severe face. His feet kept standing. Kamila who is a photo maniac is more annoying than a stepbrother.

“Bent, huh, Saf. Nanggung, the spot is cool. Try you ngadep there,” pinta Kamila who tiredly Safa follow.

Crack.

Crack.

“Udah, yes. Don't wanna know. Anyway I want to eat.”

Safa walked over leaving Kamila clucking. “Yes, so aja manyun.”

Kamila was not aware that her behavior was annoying. Hurry up he followed Safa looking for a seat.

“Safa waitin!”

The girl ignored, she continued to step up the stairs towards the second floor. Kamila sighed, Safa was really sulking like her. Come to think of it Kamila is outrageous, anyway.

Bruk!

Prak!

“Jeez, Safa!”

Kamila quickened her pace towards Safa. The girl almost fell because she hit someone. If the man did not hold his shoulder, Safa would have finished rolling down.

“Yeah...! Very habitual, deh. Sloppy! Does anyone hurt?”

Safa shook her head, but her mouth let out a slow groan. His body bent to reach his feet that were grieved because of the stairs. Safa was really surprised, she almost wretched if not immediately detained.

“You all right? Sorry, I really did not accidentally.”

“It's okay how? Obviously my friend almost jatoh earlier. Mr. Road don't look around, anyway!” Kamila solot.

The man grimaced badly. His body ducked intending to help Safa stand up straight. His hands grabbed Safa's shoulders, and then their attention met.

The guy was just as surprised, “Safa?”

They looked at each other unexpectedly. Kamila observed the two in turn, her face implying a feeling of wonder.

Knowing that Safa's smile widened, suddenly the girl lunged at Baskoro's body in an embrace. Luckily the man's defense was quite strong, otherwise the two of them would have fallen. Or worse, Kamila fell because she stood between them.

“Om where are you, anyway? Why never play at home again? Safa kangen tau..” whine spoiled Safa.

Baskoro chuckled back at Safa's embrace. “Om not going anywhere, dear.... Just get out of town for a minute.”

Safa sneers, “There are seven years a minute.”

Lips cone. Sontak Baskoro laughed crisply at the look that he thought was funny.

“Small girl Om is big, yes now. Om until pangling see you.”

“It is, Safa ‘kan already big. Om can't call Safa little girl again.”

Baskoro laughed again. He really did not expect to see Safa again. Seven years ago the girl was still in a blue white uniform. But look now, the once cute teenager has now turned more mature and beautiful. Only his nature had not changed much, it was still just as childish.

“Takus that Om hit a Korean artist. Eh, it's a puffer boy who likes ileran, hahaha..”.

Safa scowled to take off her embrace. “Enak. Safa is no longer working now.”

“Except if it's bobo, yes ‘kan?” timpal Baskoro with a witty face.

Safa is not evasive, she is sometimes upset if she sleeps too well. And it'll wake him up because of the bad smell. Safa will change her pillowcase and roll or dress right then and there. Otherwise he would be awake by discomfort.

Baskoro's gaze turned to the side of Safa. Kamila was still standing with a confused face. Safa who saw that immediately took the initiative to introduce them.

“Oh Yes, Om. It's Kamila. He's Safa's friend since Junior High if Om remembers.”

“But not possible, anyway. That time only met once when to pick up Safa,” he continued muttering.

Unexpectedly Kamila was flabbergasted, her mouth gaping wide with slightly bulging eyes. “Oh... About Brewok?” suddenly, made Safa and Baskoro turn their heads.

Instantly he woke up and apologized, “Hehe, sorry.”

“So this is Om who ever picked you up at school at that time, Saf? I can't recognize it because it's clean now, hehe.”

Safa nudged slowly into Kamila's stomach, her lips smiling dryly staring at Baskoro. The man looked confused, it seemed like only Kamila remembered. Reasonable, anyway. Their meeting only happened once, it was only as late as that.

“Om must have forgotten. Yes Safa knows him again, yes?”

“Name Kamila, Om. He's Safa's friend from the pyjamas, actually. We were a Kindergarten at that time, but we met again at SMP.”

Baskoro nodded extending his hand to Kamila, his face reviewing a friendly smile as they shook hands.

“You guys are here main?”

“Not really, anyway Om. We took pictures for the Endors. This is all eat.”

“Who is an endorser? You or him?” ask Baskoro to know.

“Safa, Um. I just took a photo, hehe.”

Baskoro's mouth slightly opened, his hands pointing at Safa as if to confirm. “Safa?”

Kamila nodded. As if in disbelief, his eyes looked at Safa from top to bottom. “So besides turning beautiful, now you are an artist?”

Safa thaws, “What does that mean? Safa was beautiful, though. And Safa is not an artist,”.

“Then it means selebgram? Believe me, the hell, you look convincing,” nods Baskoro.