Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 112
Ibra smilingly approached the Audi bed with a slow step. He was so happy that the doctor finally let him in. Although the number of buskers is very limited and can only be one person who enters the room.
Ibra had covered her body in sterile clothes provided by the nurse. He approached Audi who almost a week is still sleeping. As much as possible Ibra refrained from screaming sadly at the lover who was lying helplessly with a pale face full of bandages.
Ibra gulped when for the first time she touched Audi's hand again. The taste of haru flows to the heart. How Ibra misses this kind of touch from Audi. Ibra's warm hands wrapped around Audi's frozen fingers.
He leaned over, kissing the skinny hand lovingly. "Please love you" whispered Ibra.
Ibra smiled, she looked up at Audi with a glare. "Papa you've already approved of us, Cla. You wake up, huh? We pass again bitter sweet together. Mas promise, from now on Mas time is full for you. I'll take care of you, I'll take care of you until you get well."
Silent. There was not a word of reply from Audi. For now Ibra should be content to speak in silence. Her audition may not have been conscious, but she was sure the girl could hear it.
Ibra lifted her back, this time she put a kiss on Audi's forehead wrapped in a bandage, with great care and as light as a feather. He smiled warmly and watched the girl with a longing look. I miss Audi. Hugely.
"You'll still be the most perfect woman in Mas's eyes, Cla."
"Mas misses you, baby. I miss your smile, your whining, your snooping, everything I miss."
"For that quickly wake up, do not make Mas swing too long in unrest waiting for you. Just so you know, I'm always here to accompany you."
"You're not lonely, are you, honey? It must be dark in there. Hopefully by listening to Mas talk, you do not feel alone. Many people love you here. They're all waiting for you, just like Mas."
"We love you, Claudia."
Ibra lowered her head, kissing Audi's tightly closed eyelids. Ibra wanted to wipe Audi's head, but stopped for fear of damaging the former operation. In the end, Ibra moved away and sat back in the chair. He clasped Audi's hand, glued it to his cheek as he muttered softly reciting the prophet's sholawat.
Since the doctor limited the time anyone took, ten minutes later Ibra had to rise with a heavy heart. The step feels reluctant to move, but what is the power of this has become the provisions of doctors who are so strict in protecting their patients.
Ibra stroked Audi's eyebrows and eyes. "Mas get out first. I'm not going, though. Just wait outside."
"Assalamualaikum" said Ibra last time, although he knew he would not get a reply.
Ibra walked out after taking off her sterile clothes. He observed Audi from the glass walls that bound it from the outside world. Sighing softly, Ibra returned to her usual routine, sitting in the waiting room in front of the ICU room.
Ibra pulled out a cell phone to contact someone.
"Assynolajet. Good morning, Commander. Please let me meet if you are free. Can I?"
Ibra long got no answer, until finally the man across the phone sighed and said he knew what.
Ibra also seemed pensive for a moment, his look was so serious as to think about the biggest decision of his life.
True, Ibra did want to do something for the sake of his survival with Claudia later. To be happy, one thing has to be sacrificed, right?
Ibra's been thinking about this for days. He also prays istikharah to ask God for guidance. Three times Ibra got the same signal even though in different ways, it made Ibra more convinced that the decision was the most appropriate.
For whatever reason, Audi is his most precious diamond. After this incident, Ibra realized he could not ignore Audi.