Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 127

Safa satirized the rice for Edzar and poured various side dishes on it. Sauteed bitter melon, beefy chicken, pete, Edzar look so greedy to eat it. Naturally, the man was tired all day work, and when he came home treated to the favorite menu of the wife's cuisine, of course Edzar kalap. If this is the case, it will usually add more than two dishes.

Meanwhile, Audi and Ibra watched the two who seemed to have no end to make out in front of them. Although this was not a foreign sight to Ibra, still, for some reason this time he felt annoyed.

Ibra turned to Audi who was about to nudge the rice onto his own plate. He immediately poked the girl to look.

"Which?" call Ibra, slow down.

Audi looked back at Ibra. "Why?"

"Ambilin rice," Ibra's pinta blatantly. He put his plate on Audi.

Audi blinked before receiving the plate from Ibra. He kept his own plate first and began to fill Ibra's with rice and side dishes.

"Have you?" ask Audi.

Ibra smiled looking at the dish before her that Audi had just prepared. "Thank you, dear" he said with a smile.

Audi just grimaced staring at the strange Ibra. "Together."

Ibra was a warm person, but this time she was thirsty for warmth. Only Audi wanted to take his own name, suddenly Ibra interrupted again. "Which, peeling pete, dong," he said with his mouth full.

Audi was trying to be patient. What happens when they get married? Is Ibra going to be much worse than this?

With sincerity, Audi took one fire pete board and peeled it for Ibra.

"Thank you, sweetie."

"Together."

Without them knowing Safa and Edzar were secretly watching. And Safa realized that Ibra was exactly the same as Edzar when it came to women. Ibra is an independent man who has a lot of experience, but he can be much more spoiled when with a partner.

Dinner was peaceful, although occasionally Audi was upset because Ibra who often plucked the contents of the plate. Why not take it straight from where you tried it? Oseng pare and chicken geprek are right in the middle of them.

After dinner, Audi didn't go home. Seeing the tired look of Ibra floundering on the family sofa, he became stuck even though the mother had sent a chat, asking what and when to go home.

Audi approached Ibra and stepped beside her. Audi just finished helping Aunt Safa clean the dishes on the table. If it's a matter of washing the dishes he'll leave it to Auntie. Even with the help of a home assistant, what Audi saw was Aunt Safa not silent. He even still volunteered to help wipe the dishes that have been washed to dry.

"Mas Ibra is tired like that?" Audi is sitting next to Ibra.

Ibra muttered while closing her eyes. One hand was on his forehead with his head leaning against the back of the sofa. "Yes, kind of a quail too."

"What kind of medicine is that? Paracetamol, or what is the dizzy medicine?"

Ibra smile. "No, honey. It's just a little dizzy, it will also disappear when you sleep."

"Yes, Mas Ibra is sleeping, gih." Audi is worried. Ibra is not sick.

Ibra slightly opened her eyes glancing towards him. "Mas still misses you."

Audi clucking. "We are far away. The front-facing house. Wonderful, deh."

"We have found the doang malem" replied Ibra.

Audi breathed out slowly. "Yes, where's the head, Audi incandescent."

Audi was stunned, because he did not ask Ibra to do that at all. Audi will only massage Ibra's head, not until the lap is like this.

But Ibra looks very comfortable, Audi so do not have the heart to throw it away. Slowly he began to touch Ibra's hair which was already more elongated than before. The hairs tickled every finger between Audi's which slowly crept down the man's head.

Ibra looked bellowed shut her eyes, slightly rubbing her head on the lap of Audi. Actually amused, not to mention the warm feeling that makes his heart beat. Dear God, may his mind remain safe without being contaminated by anything.

Audi tried to focus on massaging Ibra's head which seemed to have begun to sleepy. Every time he was asked, the man answered him half muttering.

For a moment he looked up at Ibra's jet mane. His eyes glared as if thinking of something. And ... Audi remembers something.

"Mas Ibra, how's Kenan doing?"

Ibra opened her eyes a little. "Okay, he's been in class this year."

"Mas Ibra ... still like their tengokin?"

This time Ibra turned around and lay on her back, staring at Audi above her. He took the girl's hand and kissed her slowly. His eyes seemed to hold back the sleepiness. "haven't had time. You know for yourself the last few months we've been busy, right? Mas busy with the resignation of Mas, also your recovery. They are also busy now. Why ask Kenan all of a sudden, honey?"

Audi was silent for a moment. "Eng .. no. Just curious." He went back to massaging Ibra's head and forehead.

Ibra seemed to close her eyes again, enjoying the gentle touch of Audi's hand.

"Mas only had time to transfer Rega's money several times and call him," Ibra murmured.

"Hen?"

"Yes, dong, honey. Who do you think you are?"

Audi did not answer until Ibra guessed. "Shireen?"

Silent audi. Ibra asked again. "You're afraid I'll call him directly, huh? Worried about talking to both of them?"

Raut Ibra looks amused. Then Ibra smiled, peeking at the back of the Audi hand she was still holding. "You take it easy, Mas just call Shireen because of Kenan. Mas rarely chat with Shireen, even if the conversation is about money Rega who will indeed love him and Kenan completely. You can no longer save that much money, let alone this has a big effect on the survival and future of a child."

"But ... Mas there are several times Kenan love personal money Mas, make her snacks. No papa, right?" ibra continued carefully.

"Yes, no papa" whispered Audi muttering.

Ibra seemed to understand Audi's jealous feelings. He also proposed something as a solution. "What if you were related to them? The phone, the video call, it's all through you before you go?"

Audi looked at Ibra's eyes in confusion. "Why is that?"

Ibra smile. "Yes, it should be, right? You will soon be the wife of Mas, of course this kind of problem Mas must share with you, so we do not suspect each other as well. I deleted Shireen's number, and you kept her number, how? Later Mas said to Shireen, if from now on if there's anything about Kenan and Mas, call you."

Audi did not speak. He was still at home massaging Ibra's head which suddenly lost drowsiness.

"Darling? How's it? You mind?

Audi looked at Ibra's face. "Yes, I'm going along with Mas's," she broke up later.

Ibra smiled, peeking back at the back of Audi's hand. "Well, that, dong. This is safe. You don't suspect the same."