Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 99

Audi saw distrust in Ibra who was jogging in front of the house this morning. They are still spending time off at the house of Oma Halim, maybe until breaking the fast later. And what Audi is surprised is Ibra who seems not afraid to run out of energy because it remains active with its morning exercise routine.

Audi alone is already feeling weak even though it is still seven o'clock. Thirsty, sleepy, hawanya want to fall but dizzy head if brought to sleep continue, especially in the morning. So Audi could only be silent like a lazy person on the porch, watching Ibra who was so diligent in training his muscles.

"Your sea is like living a life of unwilling death" chirped someone who suddenly appeared beside him.

Audi turned his head, he found the mother standing in the doorway, also noticed the object that had not been separated from Audi's gaze. Mama Audi clucked while shaking. "Your boyfriend, you're wasting energy in the morning. Later in the day lemes knows taste."

Audi did not respond. Lazily he looked back to the front, and this time Ibra was doing push-ups with a very fast rhythm. The man's sweat has flooded until his body looks shiny, and don't ask the singlet shirt that looks like splashed water, really wet to pour.

"Have you talked to Papa again?" ask Lalisa.

"What conversation?" audi said limp, without passion.

"About Ibra?"

Audi immediately breathed out. "Tau, ah."

Seeing Audi who was so lazy to discuss Dava, Lalisa also chose silence not to continue. He re-entered, leaving an Audi that seemed overwhelmed with thirst.

This is the result when the dawn sleeps again. The mouth will feel much drier than when we are active. Audi leaned back on the rattan chair on the terrace of villa Oma Halim. His head turned up while closing his eyes.

Almost Audi went back to sleep when he felt a gust of wind deliberately blown at him, right hit the face. Audi opened his eyes and found Ibra's face looming above, the man standing with a smile.

Ibra fleshed out a small old towel she sweat in front of Audi's face. "Just started, you're like a drunk cow again."

Ibra let out a smile, her look amusedly watching the helpless Audi. Finding himself dikatai, Audi suddenly scowled with the face of sewot.

"Mas equals me a cow? Is there, yes, a drunk cow?" the Audi behind.

Ibra just sniffed, signifying that he was indeed the origin of the interrupts.

"Try, Cla, let's go. You're not showering at this hour yet? Usually very active?" Ibra still faithfully fan Audi using his towel.

"Lazy move me. Very mager, I swear. I was surprised to see Mas Ibra still able to sport as exciting as that." Audi is back to leaning. His eyes were closed enjoying the wind blowing Ibra.

It feels like Audi wants to eat the green foliage that condenses fresh in the yard. Even if it is said to look like a goat, the important thing is that his thirst is satisfied.

"Even if you are silent, it must be the same as you."

Audi screeching. "Snack."

"Udah. Enter, gih. Bathing, skincare-an, what else .. yes that's the point let you seger. But don't wear perfume, makruh."

As if understanding the contents of Audi's head, Ibra also deliberately touched the girl's forehead to grimace. "Aw!"

"Hold, Cla. You can still pick up and eat the strawberry later after the magrib," Ibra said, raising witty eyebrows. His index finger raised.

Audi is singing its lips over its response to the Ibra center. He rubbed the forehead that the man had just touched. Although not tight, but the empty power of Ibra is equivalent to a flick of a grasshopper's foot.

"Yes! Who wants to get cut!" audi sewot.

Ibra looked at Audi with a gesture so that the girl would immediately come in and wash herself. With annoyed Audi got up, left Ibra who shook his head in amusement while chuckling. Ibra was silent when her eyes accidentally caught Dava's presence on the side porch. The man stared flatly which Ibra responded with a polite nod.

Dava gawked away with both hands sinking in his pockets, leaving Ibra sculpting herself on the front porch.

A light clap made Ibra slightly squeak. It turned out to be the oma who knew when to be there. "Propsy. Uwa you're pretty hard from small. You should try to persuade him even more."

Ibra. He then raised a shady smile for the oma, grabbed the woman before then peeked at her cheek with lightning.

Oma Halim glared unhappily. He pinched Ibra's waist until the young man moved away while pretending to grimace. "Okay, the pinches are so hot."

"You stink of sweat, dare to hug Oma! I just took a shower, you know!"

Ibra throws an innocent whimper. "Died to take another shower, right?"

"Brush again, shower again. Later when you are old you can also feel how it feels to have achy feet because it is too often exposed to water," grumbled Oma Halim.

Ibra chuckled confidently. "No, Oma. Healthy ibra often sports. Eating is also guarded."

"Any age can't lie" said Oma Halim.

Ibra just smiled in response. He then observed the appearance of the woman who was neat as if she was about to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"To tailor, pick up Oma's clothes which he said had been sewn. Deket, really, still a neighbor. Just 3 houses from here."

Ibra seemed to think for a moment. "Ibra can come, right?"

Oma Halim frowned. "Well? You want to sew clothes too?"

Ibra did not answer, but the highlight looks complicated when smiling. "Guman want to take a look, really."