Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 124

"What do you want a concept for?" tanya Ibra is currently opening a wedding organizer album.

Alongside him, Audi also observed and saw various designs there. "I'm, anyway, up to Mas Ibra."

Sontak Ibra disagreed. "Kok Mas, anyway? We got married together. It should be me who wants you. Men are ready to fund."

Ibra's statement made Audi frown. "So the origin of Mas has donated funds, can continue to release that hand? As Mas Ibra said just now, we marry together, so choose the concept must be the same. Just delicious as long as the funds want to be quiet. If it's about funds I can also pay for myself," he said as he jerked the tabloid book in Ibra's hands.

Audi got up and moved from their meeting room. The WO party to its own confusion because the bride-to-be had a fight. Ibra immediately stood up in pursuit of Audi who was walking quickly out.

"Cla!"

"Cla, wait a minute! Don't sulk, dong!"

"Darling! Pardon me! That's not what I mean! Hey!" Ibra managed to catch Audi's arm until the girl stopped and turned towards him.

"Cla, I don't mean it like that. Sorry, huh?" persuade Ibra gently.

Audi is still reluctant to reply. This made Ibra more confused. Ibra grabbed both hands of Audi for him to hold, his look looked seriously at Audi. To overcome anger women need to rotate the brain more deeply.

"Mas didn't mean to talk like that. Mas means, Mas want us to discuss each other, voicing opinions with each other. If we decide from the side, fear that there are things that make us dissatisfied. We want our wedding to be perfect for your dreams. Here is the man in charge of pleasing his woman, so as much as possible Mas must realize your wishes, not you who follow his wishes Mas."

"understand? We both exchanged our thoughts, huh? Mas certainly will not be silent and sit down the foot barges that stay received well. Mas will come to design our wedding as best as possible, and of course with you."

Ibra commented on the smile touching the side of Audi's head wrapped in the pashmina hijab. "Don't be angry again, huh? I'm sorry if you're offended by what you said. I'm a little tired today, again sorry for impacting you."

Audi's rails slowly crumbled. He nodded. "Yes, don't do it anymore. Bummer, tau."

Ibra chuckled while nodding. "Yes, Mas must train again emotional control in Mas. Thanks, yeah, honey?"

"Hum" Audi's murmur was still with slightly pursed lips.

I want Ibra to kiss those lips. But, he has promised himself to look after Audi in any way, including his male passions that sometimes appear.

"Come back inside, yuk?" bring Ibra. This time Audi was willing to follow the man who was holding his hand back into the room.

After the small quarrel, now the two discussed the concept of their marriage in the future.

After WO, Ibra took Audi to one of the famous jewelry stores. He said, Ibra wants Audi to choose the design of the wedding ring and the dowry he will receive when married. Audi is certainly happy, although he also believes Ibra's choice will not disappoint because the man knows how his taste.

At least Ibra values Audi as a future wife.

"This one looks good. Yeah, didn't you, Mas?" Audi looked at Ibra. Ibra also saw the necklace that Audi pointed to. He observed it and nodded slowly. "good. You like that?"

Audi nodded with a smile. "Like."

"Yes, take that. Same thing, yeah." Ibra suddenly thrust out the bracelet she was holding earlier.

Audi cringing. "Lho, is the bracelet?"

"Yes no papa, this too" said Ibra casually.

"Whoaafl ..."

Before long a man who was the owner of the store approached them. Apparently he was a friend of Om Edzar who had previously contacted Ibra that he would come here and need his help.

Ibra and Audi were warmly welcomed by him. Hartadji Gautama is a famous jewelry designer whose name has been around for decades.

"Welcome, Ibrahim! Wow, the bigger you are now. Last time I saw you when you graduated High School, huh? Before entering Akmil?"

Ibra gave a crisp laugh welcoming Hartadji's embrace and helping hand. "Yes, Om. How are you?"

"Thank God, good and healthy. What about you and your family? Papi and Mami are you all good?"

"Alhamdulillah, Ibra is healthy, the family is also healthy, so are Papi and Mami."

"Thank God, thank God ..." Hartadji took off his momentary hug, then turned to look at Audi who nodded and smiled reluctantly beside Ibra. "This ..." His hand pointed at Audi. Both of his eyebrows were raised in a joke. "Candidate, huh?"

Ibra chuckled, holding Audi to approach her. "God willing, Om."

"Masiah Allah ... Alhamdulillahot. Hope this time, yeah? Sorry, at your old wedding Om didn't have time to come because again abroad." Hartadji does include knowing the status of Ibra who is a widower. Even so he did not immediately look at his friend's son one eye, because in every choice there must be a reason.

Ibra nodded with a smile. "Aamiin .. thanks, Om. It's okay, the important thing is that Om's envelope stays up, "reply with a little joke.

Hartadji laughed crisply. "Whose name? I'm not a stranger, are you, your wife-to-be?"

Hartadji's eyes politely looked at Audi, but Audi was still awkward.

Ibra smiled and answered. "This is Claudia, Om, daughter of Uwa Dava whose house is in front of Papi's house. Om remember?"

Hartadji seemed to remember, his eyes then slightly widened. "Davandra Halim, Mami's brother is you, right?"

Ibra. "Rubber."

"Masya Allah .. The same cousin means?"

Once again Ibra nodded in confirming. Hartadji himself shakes in disbelief. "God is always planning something else, yes. As far as anything goes, know - know your soul mate is even in front of the house. Hahaha ..."

Ibra laughed, and so did Audi.

"But Claudia's face is also familiar to Om's eyes. I think I've seen it on TV or where, huh? Have you ever been a model before?"

Audi's voice was a little nervous hearing the question. "Yes, Om. I used to model in a few commercials."

Ibra smiled, rubbing the smooth back of the Audi hand she was holding. "Former selebgram nih, Om. Youtuber. Impossible to not know."

Audi pinching Ibra waist. Of course Hartadji is not familiar, their circle is much different.

"Ooh ..." Hartadji. "Claudia Halim's. Om remembered that time the accident in Salatiga. Right, right?"

The atmosphere was suddenly awkward, more precisely Audi who was reluctant to recall the dark times. Ibra, who understood the mood of her lover, tried to melt the situation that was gradually tense.

"Yes, Om. Thank God, everything has passed. Oya, here we want to talk about wedding rings. Not happy now?" ask Ibra.

Hartadji turned to the young man and then nodded. "God, Om almost forgot what you were here for. Yes, let's go inside. Later our team will help you choose the model. Mari?"

Ibra. He withdrew Audi's hand to follow Hartadji immediately to choose their ring.