Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 12

Mas Ibra: Cla, Mas again in Surabaya, nih.

Audi breathed a tired sigh. It's the second day since Ibra has sent him a message. What does that guy mean, anyway? Almost every time to notify the activity to Audi.

Who is he?

Mas Ibra: What are you? Not breakfast yet?

Slowly out of Audi's mouth. He left his phone while he went to the bathroom. Reading Ibra chat makes Audi heartburn want to pee.

Yesterday afternoon the product package from Ajeng arrived at home. The plan today Audi will review the lipsticks on its YouTube channel.

Audi finished the bath and dried the hair. He was also wearing skincare and ready to create content when suddenly the doorbell of his house rang.

Audi cringing. Her mother is out, her father has also left for work. Honestly, Audi is a little lazy to receive guests, especially his home assistant is shopping to the market.

Audi exited the room and went downstairs, then opened the door only to find Aunt Safa standing with her friendly smile that made her eyes glare.

Audi was astonished, already in her fifties but the beauty of Aunt Safa was no less than the women of thirty. Audi seems to be meeting a young Korean actress.

"Aunty?"

"Audi, Aunt bring you breakfast." With a wide smile Aunt Safa raised a bushel in her hand.

Audi. What kind of coincidence is this? His son asked about breakfast, now his mother suddenly intersected the food.

"Ah, haha. Aunt why bother. Not that Aunt just healed, huh? Audi is not good."

"Tante is well, really. The proof is that you can cook."

Audi grimacing. He received the bushel that Aunty Safa continued to offer. It is also impossible for Audi to refuse when the woman may have struggled to wait for food. This is the first time Audi has seen Auntie Safa leave the house since coming home from the hospital. So Audi thinks the aunt's still not feeling well.

"Thank you, Auntie. But Audi is not good."

"Well, you're just like Auntie herself. As far as your Aunt Mama no longer exists, continue ART also again to the market and have not had time to cook, right?"

Audi nodded.

"That's aunty bawain aja than you long wait for a message between. Anyway it's not a ripe Auntie, hehe, it's Aunt." Aunty Safa looked grimaced in embarrassment.

But Audi was relieved because it turned out that Aunt Safa was not as good as she thought.

"Again thanks, Auntie."

"Together." Mami Ibra was smiling warmly. Then suddenly he said. "Tante feels your attitude is different after Ibra gets married."

Audi. "I mean Auntie?"

Look at those eyes a little soft. "You ..." Aunt Safa laughed softly. "So, you're like keeping that distance from the Auntie family. Maybe it's a aunt's feeling, you know. Sorry, huh?"

"But you never play at Auntie's house again, Audi."

Audi fell silent, not expecting Aunt Safa to be so sensitive to her attitude. Audi smiled guiltily. "Sorry if Auntie feels that way. Honestly, Audi does not mean to stay away, let alone avoid. Maybe Audi is too late in the job. Audi so did not have time to play to Aunt's house like before. Sorry, yes, Auntie?"

"Yes not papa. Aunty who may be selfish does not see your busyness. Since Ibra entered the military, only you can drive out the boredom of Auntie."

"Especially after becoming a member of the Presidential Security Force, your mas is getting less and less home. Fly here and there, from one city to another. Even joint leafan is now rarely done."

"Sometimes Aunty regrets allowing Ibra to become a state servant, not a businessman continuing his papa business."

A sense of compassion arises ambushing the feelings of Audi. Audi knows very well, behind its pride in Mas Ibra, Aunt Safa must be strong to swallow the longing because it must linger apart with the child.

"August ..." Audi hugged his aunt tightly. "Patient aunt, huh? Audi also apologized for accidentally ignoring Auntie. Audi is really sorry. Audi promises that if Audi has free time, Audi will often play to Aunt's house."

"Promise, huh? Aunt wait, you know." Aunty Safa rubs Audi's back.

"Huum, Audi promise."

Then he remembered something. "Oh yeah, Auntie." Audi took off the hug. "Hijab from Aunt is great. Audi likes. Thanks, yeah."

"Have you received the hijab?"

Aunt Safa looked pensive for a moment. Then he muttered something that Audi did not hear. "Just know, it turns out there's a name, huh?"

"Tante said something?"

"Ah, no. Yes, the veil was specially ordered from aunty friend. It just so happens that he's producing hijab and scarf that way."

"Oh .. deserves a different design."

"Heem. That's special to you."

"Yes, Auntie's coming home first, huh? You don't want to play?"

Audi grimacing. "Now, huh, Auntie? Audi has a product review, maybe later afternoon or mall?"

"Oh, yeah no papa. To be sure, whenever the door of Aunt's house is always open for you."

"Hehe yes, Aunt."

"Yes, yuk, assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam, Aunty."

Audi closed the door after seeing the aunt enter the house. He sighed for a while before keeping his chain to the kitchen.

Mas Ibra: Busy may be, but never lewatin eat. Free you a lot of money if the end hurts.

That's the message Ibra just read Audi. Audi's guess is getting stronger, the arrival of Aunt Safa just had something to do with the man.

***

"From this moment look at the cell phone. To the boss, you're fired. He thought off and didn't focus."

Ibra. "What, anyway? Just look at it intermittently" he said, putting the flat object back in his pocket.

"At close to someone?"

"Kepo," continued Ibra without a sound.

"Four days ago Gina to Bandung."

Sontak Ibra. "Well?"

Ben shrugged his shoulders not knowing. "Maybe looking for a sudden loss and difficult to contact?"

"Fuckin' shit?"

"Don't tell me you're not sensitive anymore? Gina likes you."

"But, we have only once acquaintance. Why did he have to get to Bandung? Anyways he knows where my address is from? Don't tell me you love?" Ibra looked upset. Seen from his deeply wrinkled forehead.

Ben rubbed his nape avoiding Ibra's gaze. "He is maksa."

"And you can't keep your privacy" Ibra said.

"Well, anyways I thought you were gonna be."

Ibra grunting. "Goddess? Just a few months from the divorce trial? What kind of man am I?"

Ben shrugged, then said as he passed. "As seen just now. You smile at yourself with a message to someone. Who's the lady? Girl or already a widow?"

Pluks.

Ibra throws her black glove right over Ben's face. "indiscriminately. He's never even dated."

Ben gawking. "Relatedly? Is he a priest? Or the religious leader's son?"

"Not both." Ibra's gaze glared as she smiled. "But he is the one who will perfect half my religion."