SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)

SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 50

“Pak, you have no wife. But every day bring rantang.” Because it can't stand Doni finally making a sound.

The moment Edzar stopped chewing, his hands again twitched with a side dish in front of him. The man seemed to be enjoying so much that Doni felt neglected. Had Edzar not opened his mouth immediately, Doni would have thought he was forgotten.

“About having a wife first to bring this?”

Doni scratched the back of his head confused. The habit of Edzar if asked even likes the return. He should have known that.

“Keep, I have a girlfriend?”

Edzar stared lazily at Doni, “Why did you suddenly become a journalist?”

Again Doni grimaced, it seemed like it would be useless to ask Edzar. The man was not only persistent at the green table, in ordinary conversations like this Edzar always did not want to lose.

“Alright, forget. Can I snipe?”

Edzar pointed to the chair before him with a glance. “Just like that you have to talk first. Just tell me you want.”

Doni pulled straight on his lips trying to smile. Whatever, Sir. Whatever the Father says. The boss is always right. If one returns to the main point, the boss is always right.

After eating, Doni who partially cleaned the bushel. Edzar felt happy because he played the role of a giver, Doni as the recipient is required to return the favor by fixing everything. Unmitigated the man also told him to wipe the table from the remnants of oil attached.

Under normal circumstances Doni would laugh when he saw a pack of wet tissue with an adorable baby head. He was increasingly wondering and wondering who prepared this complete provision. Details until providing trivial things like tissue. For sure Doni was sure this guy was very considerate. And definitely women.

Srrt, rrr.

Doni turned his head when he heard a sound from Edzar. His forehead was wrinkled in seeing what the man was doing. His mouth could not bear to ask.

“Pak, since when did you start using mouth spray?”

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“Den Edzar, here's a cloth from Mom. Said it was up to Den Edzar to be flanked.”

Edzar had just come home when Bik Yah approached him with a medium-sized box. His forehead is slightly wrinkled. Edzar did not know if this was because his family owned a textile business until his mother often sent him cloth, or he who was too fond of fine textured objects.

The woman often designs and sews her own clothes. No, Edzar's mother could not sew, but there was a sewing subscription that often used his services. Actually Edzar prefers to buy clothes, except for certain events such as uniformity and others.

Edzar received the box from Bik Yah's hand, seeing what kind of cloth his mother had sent this time.

Momentary frown, “Lho, Bik. This is how the cloth is two?” edzar asked as he flipped through the object trying to make sure. Seen many times the motive is the same.

“Masa, anyway, Den? Aunt hasn't seen so don't know.”

Edzar showed the two cloths to his home assistant.

“Oalah..the Mother was mistaken times, Den, sent her two.”.

“Times yes?” ask Edzar more to himself.

“Can be, anyway? If not, maybe it's for the couple, Den?”

“Couple? Same aunt, so?”

“Yes same girlfriend Den Edzar, lah. How, anyway.”

“I ‘kan have no partner, Bik.”

“So?”

Edzar breathed a tired sigh. With a little laziness he brought the cloths into the room, intending to keep them in a drawer with his other cronies.

“Oh yes, Bik. Rantang in front of that please wash it, yes. If you can return it tonight. Fear of forgetting.” Edzar stopped in the middle of the stairs.

Bik Yah mumbled a smile, “Punya Neng Safa, yes, Den? Why isn't Den Edzar back?”

“Bik...”.

“Iya-iya balikin aunty,” ralat Bik Yah.

“Eh, wait for Den,” exciting stop step Edzar.

“That food from his son Pak RT this morning is still intact. Want aunty to warm up or Den Edzar want a new cooking aunt?”

Edzar frowned, “Ant aunty ate?”

“Yes, Den... That's ‘kan thanks to Den Edzar. Auntie Rada is not good if you want to eat. Afraid who have not sincere.”

“That ‘kan already be given to me, automatically mine. It is up to me who will eat the food,” said Edzar.

“That? Yes, aunt is relieved to hear it. Last afternoon I wanted to eat aunty, but not so because of Den Edzar.”

“So aunt warm or cook new, Den?”

“Ya has warmed up. Next time if anyone gives and I don't have time to eat, aunt only eat.”

“Good, Den. Ready to do.” Bik Yah held a salute before passing into the living room taking Safa's bushel for washing.

Edzar's head shook his head to look at his assistant's behavior. He stepped back up the stairs to the room.

Edzar took off his uniform, then walked to the bathroom to clean himself up. Adzan Maghrib was there almost 10 minutes ago. That means he's a little late to pray.

A few moments passed.

Edzar rubbed his face after the greeting, he had just finished with his worship, chanting dhikr and do’a to the God he espoused. Shaking the phone occasionally sounded but he had not had time to ignore. Responsibilities. Honestly, he doesn't like people who call at this hour. He thinks it's very disturbing. Except for something very urgent, life for example.

Edzar finished do’a, folded back his alphabet and kept it on the sofa. Not yet had Edzar removed his prayer attribute, something sounded surprising to him.

Duk, thud!

“Aw...” The voice of a woman.

Edzar frowned looking for the origin of the voice, his head turned towards the balcony. Walk closer while removing the pecans. What fool would break at a clock like this? Her thought.

The srek!

Edzar quickly opened the curtains that blocked his view. His eyes were a little glued to find someone out there. Then his hand shifted the sliding door connecting the balcony, making the head that was originally lowered turned surprised.

“You?” Edzar brought his eyes staring around. The atmosphere in front of the house is very quiet. Then back to the girl who was currently busy looking at herself with a glare..... adoring?

Edzar's forehead creased in. “Where did you ride?”