Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 125

After choosing a ring, Ibra now invites Audi to lunch. But before that they pray first in the nearest mushola.

"What do you want to eat, Yang?" Ibra focused on turning the wheel into the cafe courtyard. They just finished praying and intend to fill the stomach.

"Mas Ibra is?" syndical Audi. "It's but we're in front of the cafe."

Ibra scratched her nose while grimacing faintly. "Yes ... Can we move again if you have a choice?"

"Udah is here. Next time if it's just, uh, before we go in the people's eating place. The question is not useful," Audi said as he began to wrap bags and hats on the dashboard. The hat with the New York logo that Audi bought the same couple Ibra. Ibra is also wearing it now.

Ibra nodded, removing her seat belt. "OKAY. So we're just gonna eat here?"

"You're nanyeaa ...? You ask-tanyeaa ...? Why does Ibra keep on, anyway? Nanya mulu's job?" pissed Audi.

Ibra flinched a little and looked a little confused. "Then ask perverted questions on the street, right, Yang? If you don't ask, will you be upset?"

Audi seems to be upset now.

"Who said? Thou, ah! Come on, I'm laper!"

Ibra blinked holding onto her seat belt which had yet to be fully detached. "You why, anyway, keep getting angry? Don't you want the moon?"

Ibra's mouth was immediately silenced when Audi turned his head slowly, with eyes drawn ready to stab. Ibra immediately smiled, trying to melt the atmosphere that somehow today more often tension between them. "Udah, let's go down, Yang."

He immediately removed his seat belt and took the watch that had been removed. Audi was still watching the man with his narrowed eyes. "What if I want to come to the moon?" ketus tanyanya.

Ibra turned her head for a moment, throwing her trademark shady smile. "Sir papa, honey. As long as the month comes do not fit us to marry later," he said casually, accompanied by a blink that made Ibra instantly change like a female player.

Before Audi got angry again, Ibra immediately opened the door and exited. He turned to open the door next to Audi so that the girl was also quick to come down. "Come, ah, don't frown. I told you, don't you get angry? Make me want to spit."

Audi looked at the man flatly, knowing what Ibra was thinking. "What are those messes?"

Ibra folds lips. "No."

"What spit-cepet?" todong Audi's.

"Marriage spout. Okay, let's eat. Said hungry?" Ibra pulls the delicate hand of Audi, holding him friendly enter the cafe.

They did not realize, one of the visitors there had photographed both of them using a mobile phone, then uploaded it on social media gossip accounts.

In fact, despite quitting the world of YouTube and Instagram, the name Audi has not been completely forgotten. Some of them still recognize his face, although now his appearance is different because it has been hijab.

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"The ballad is good, you know. You want?" Ibra offered to Audi who was also eating in front of him.

Again and again Audi breathed a patient sigh. He looked up at Ibra who looked innocent as if Audi said yesterday and just passed by in his ear. "Mas Ibra's been forgetful lately, huh? I told you I wanted to go on a diet! Our marriage is four months away, I don't want to look bad on H."

Ibra chews with a thoughtful look. It must have been completely forgotten, Audi grunted inwardly.

"Mas should take care of it, dong, eat it. Now it is not Paspampres anymore, it is rarely a sport. I don't want to, yes, Mas Ibra's belly is like a father-father. I just don't want to!"

"Mas still often gym, really. At home, I also like physical exercise. You don't have to worry about that. If you are curious, you can see how many boxes are in Mas' stomach," Ibra replied before returning to bribe. "What you should be worried about is health. Strong will not you fit H day. Reception is exhausting, don't take it lightly. We invite many guests, your friends, your friends, not to mention our parents' guests. A thousand can be more."

What Ibra said was true, anyway.

"But I want to be beautiful too."

Ibra breathed, pausing her eating. "You're so pretty, how pretty do you want it? Your body is ideal, perfect, still want to be censored again? I remember that even though you eat a lot, your weight remains that way. You're so fat, what to worry about?"

"Yes .. I'll be careful. Who knows, my metabolism suddenly changed, continued marriage so fat. The days are usually a lot of exams, he said."

"Say," said Ibra, pressing. "Udah, you eat, eat good food. Don't force yourself to eat vegetables if you don't like them."

Audi frowning. Ibra plucks rice and shrimp balado using his hands, and then thrusts it into the mouth of Audi. "Yes ..."

"Eat, Honey. You don't want to be sick. Mama says you've been limp lately."

"Ck, Mama is so cute to say to Mas Ibra," frowned at Audi.

"Not cute, but worried. Let's eat?"

Inevitably Audi opened his mouth to accept Ibra's feed. He chewed the rice and shrimp. Felt, why so good? Is it because Audi has been eating bland food for a week?

"Where? Yummy, right?" Ibra raised an eyebrow. "We ordered rice for you, huh?"

Audi did not answer until he finally nodded. Ibra smiled in satisfaction, rubbing Audi's chin with her left hand. Ibra waved to call the waitress who quickly approached them.

"Why, Sir?"

"I ordered rice with shrimp balado again, huh? Or do you want another menu, Cla?" ask Ibra to Audi.

Audience shakes. "Just like Mas Ibra."

Ibra. "Samain said, Mba. This, this, this is the same one, this one" he said pointing to one by one his menu.

The waitress nodded her head in understanding, noting everything Ibra pointed at and then immediately passed to deliver the order notes to the ones on duty.

"Okay, please wait, sir, Mom," he said before leaving.

Ibra just nodded. Suddenly Audi interrupted. "I'm rarely called Mom. Very amused."

Ibra.

"Is it because of Mas Ibra who is like a father?"

"Times, anyway?" Ibra's reflexes touched his face, thinking something was making his face look extravagant.

"Yes, my aura is like that of the fathers. Mr. Board but, hehe ..."

Ibra who was checking her cheeks stopped. He looked at Audi with patience. "That's a big printer, huh?"

"Yes, dong," said Audi proudly, smiling with his hand on his chin.

"Pinter ngibul," continued Ibra then who immediately made Audi's smile fade and replaced with an annoyed look.

"What's? Try again, what?"

"It's nothing." Ibra went back to plucking her rice and ate. He also offered Audi. "You want to be fed again?"

"Wouldn't! Ibra is brave now to speak rudely!"

It looks like Audi is entering certain dates every month. The proof is that he is so sensitive to the little things.

"Emang ngibul rough, huh? Do we also use that word?"

"It's just rude to me."

"Keep, what do you have to say to avoid sounding rude?"

"Or, ah! Think for yourself!"

Ibra folds lips. Sure enough, Audi did want to come the month, because the next second he complained of lower abdominal pain. Not to mention something coming out of the crack in his pants.

"Mas Ibra, I think I'm mens, deh. Can I have a sanitary pad, can't I?"

Patience ... Papi said we must be patient with a partner.