Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 100

"Eeehh ... Sofia ma'am, you want to get some clothes, okay?"

Bude Gita, as soon as people here call him. He is a pretty professional tailor according to Oma. Oma often subscribes to him whenever there is an event or affectionately sees unused cloth.

Bude Gita is a native of Laweyan, Surakarta, but has long settled in Bandung due to follow her husband who is a Civil Servant.

"Yes, Nyi." Oma Halim said kindly.

Ibra nodded, smiling politely at the middle-aged woman, which made Bude Gita look at her curiously.

"Who is this, Mom? Bull asses ..." Bude Gita received Ibra's hand in praise. Long stay in Bandung does not necessarily make his Javanese accent disappear perfectly.

Oma Halim immediately smiled, the smile of a grandmother who was preparing to introduce and show off the potential grandchild. "This is, you know, one of the grandchildren I've told you about. His name is Ibrahim, he's a member of the Paspampres, hehe."

"Owalah .. This is to whose name is Ibrahim? Deserve Bu Sofia often praise him, Iha, his son is really handsome like this, ck ck ck."

"This ... child of ... The dava? Uh, or his sister?" bude Gita asked.

"This is Safa's son with her husband Edzar." Oma Halim explained.

"Ooh .. Mother-in-law's son-in-law the prosecutor, huh?" Bude Gita nodded in understanding, as did Oma Halim who only smiled modestly.

"The same son of his father became a man of all countries, huh? So great. Salute to the family of Sofia. Businessmen exist, prosecutors exist, soldiers exist, doctors exist as well. The more complete if there will be other successors who are possible pilots? Hahaha .. exclaim it, if again the gathering can be diverse."

Oma Halim chuckled. Although everything Bude Gita mentioned sounded very good in the ear, he did not necessarily feel high-hearted. For him all the achievements of children and grandchildren are a blessing to be grateful for.

"Yes, ma'am, let's see the clothes. Try it first, who knows if something isn't right." Bude Gita turned to invite Oma Halim to a room in which there are many clothes that have just been sewn.

A woven batik suit with simple yet elegant colors and designs emblazoned to make Oma Halim's eyes sparkle. Ibra enough to admit that the previous words of the oma were true, Bude Gita seemed to be a very reliable tailor.

"Where, Miss Sofia, like it?" bude Gita asked, smiling expectantly.

Oma Halim nodded. "This is really good. I liked. Your stitches never disappoint."

"Thankful thank goodness .. glad to hear it. If so, Miss Sofia would like to try it here? Let it later if something feels less can not fix me. I see it's like Bu Sofia's weight is added, huh?" bude Gita observed.

"Times, anyway?" Oma Halim looked at Ibra. "Emang Oma fat, huh?"

Ibra. He looked at the oma from top to bottom and realized that the woman's body was not as straight as the last Ibra saw. "I guess, yeah, Oma. Good means."

"What good is it if Oma is fat?" Oma Halim.

"Since when was Oma fat? Oma is skinny, Ibra has never seen a fat Oma, now not fat, the fall is even good if Oma gained weight, so it is more ideal."

"Well!" Bude Gita agrees with Ibra. He thought the boy was good at breaking the mood. Seen once the mood of Oma Halim was going to worsen.

"That, huh?"

"Yes. Try the clothes first. Exactly said Bude, if the smallness can be immediately generated."

"Oohh .. Yes, yes."

Ibra smiled, he saw the departure of the oma who is now entering the dressing room. Bude Gita gave Ibra a quick nod before following Oma Halim to help her get dressed.

As long as the two left, Ibra went around looking around. Lots of distinctive fabrics that come from various regions in the archipelago. Before long Oma came out with Bude Gita, the woman had changed into a weaving suit made by the professional tailor.

"Neah ... Ibra, how? It's pretty, right?" Bude Gita eagerly asked for Ibra's opinion.

Ibra nodded with a smile. "Beauty, Oma. His clothes fit."

Oma Halim looked delighted, as did Bude Gita who was clearly the maker.

"But the waist is a bit tight" said Oma Halim, expressing a complaint.

"Yes. It's more relaxing than usual."

"No, what I said. The weight of Bu Sofi was added. Yes, we have to open the shirt first, yes, Mom, let's not fix it first. It won't be long, it can be waited for."

Oma Halim looked doubtful. "But I've got another show, like it's gonna be a long time, ma'am."

"Oma what's the show?" Ibra looked curious. So did Bude Gita.

"That's, you know, deres the Qur'an in Kyai Munir boarding school. The start of the first day of Ramadan."

"Occupy ... I just remembered, Miss Sofi," ringis Bude Gita. "But I don't think I can come today, maybe some other day. Hehe."

"Yes, not papa. How is that my shirt? If I have to wait, I can't."

Bude Gita was about to say that his clothes could be taken at any time, but suddenly Ibra refuted. "Let Ibra wait for her shirt, Oma. Who went there with Oma? Dianter, right?"

Because if Oma Halim goes alone, Ibra's heart is not calm.

"Oma's at Audi, you guys take her to school, hehehe."

Ibra. "Audi, Mom? Audi ... would you like to hang out with Oma? Does he want to?"

"Yes Oma forced it, rather than her nengokin strawberry garden continued, a long while later her fast was canceled," said Oma Halim.

Ibra chuckles funny. He shook his head in amusement because apparently it was not just once Audi observed Oma's garden. Ibra feels like she found a child who wants to secretly steal. Audie ... Audi, there's-there's just that girl.

Bude Gita who had earlier warned also hoarded. "Audi is Bu Sofi's granddaughter?"

Oma Halim. "Yes, he's Ibra's son."

Bude Gita nodded. "Oohh, I've seen Oma's grandchildren several times but never met in person. But I did follow Audi Halim's instagram, deh. Selebgram, right, her?"

"Yes, Bude, youtuber same model too." Ibra.

"Models? Waahh .. I think I want to endorse him. I'm guessing the Audi won't, huh?"

Ibra smile. "If Audi wants to. He rarely refuses clients if they are not harmed. Moreover, Bude's neighbor Oma, his friend Oma, certainly Audi wants."

"Oh that? Didn't tell you Audi could not? Or I DM him directly, huh?"

"Can Bude. Later I said he can also directly," said Ibra.

"Thank you, huh?"

"Together," replied Ibra politely. "Why leave now?" He turned to look at the oma.

"Now. You sure want to wait here. Go home no papa, later let Bude anterin his clothes to the house," proposed Oma Halim.

"No papa, Oma. Ibra all want to share something with Bude."

Oma Halim frowned, and so did Bude Gita.

"Sharing what?"

"Sharing about what, Mas Ibra?"

The one asked even put on a smile, refusing to tell. He grimaced his cheeks nervously. "There, deh, Oma. Yes, Oma if you want to go, just go. Audi's definitely waiting."

Hearing that Oma Halim slightly glared. Ibra seemed to throw him away to quickly leave. What does the kid want, anyway? Want to get a new uniform?

"You're suspicious, huh. It really made Oma curious."