Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 131

Ibra did not stop folding her lips to hold back the laughter. While Audi, he sat next to Ibra while frowning funny. They had just finished praying magrib together, and were now sitting in the living room.

Ibra cleared her throat before speaking. "Wanna eat?" he said break the silence.

Before Audi answered, someone appeared from outside the house. His body half poked in the main doorway. "It's over, sir. Then excuse me to come home?"

Is a middle-aged man who is one of the builders at Ibra's house, he just finished repairing the aqueduct in the park, which he forgot to finish this afternoon.

Ibra's body slightly stiffened when she looked over. "Oh, yes, sir. Please, thank you for coming, but tomorrow can also." He stood up, moved to the father who now nodded with a plain smile, as if forgetting that his arrival had made Audi a heart attack.

"Together, Sir. If it's left until tomorrow, fear that the cement will run dry."

Ibra smile. He took out his wallet and took a hundred thousand for his father. "Make gasoline, sir."

"Lho, you know, no, sir. You've paid me, so I am obliged to finish my work even though the nights."

"No papa, this is for snacks, make whatever cigarette it is up to. Accepted, yes, sir?"

"Masiah Allah ... Alhamdulillah ... Very good father," said the handyman moved, while taking a piece of money from the hands of Ibra. "Thank you, sir."

"Together," replied Ibra kindly.

"Then I go home, sir. If there's anything, don't hesitate call me, hehe. Excuse me, sir, assalamualaikum? Mom, come?"

"Wa'alaikumussalam" said Ibra peacefully.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Audi is still in its jutek mode.

The father finally got out of there and immediately went on his bike. Ibra turned back to Audi. He approached and sat down next to the girl.

Ibra touched Audi's hand which was tied to each other on the thigh. "Still pissed, huh?"

Audi manyun, throw his breath rough. "Shock, tau. My heart was about to be dislodged" he grumbled at Ibra.

Ibra chuckled softly. He rubbed the fingers of Audi fingers that have now moved into his lap. "That's funny of you. So scared of ghosts?"

"Don't you fear?"

Ibra. "No. Mas even have often climbed mountains, entered the forest, to the cemetery of the mallem, alhamdulilah have not found anything. Uh, never, but yeah we're just relaxing, prayer. How we as Muslims must believe the same unseen, because in fact they coexist with us. But, as servants of faith in God, do not lose the same fear. They are God's creatures. If we are afraid, they are happy because they know our faith is weak. Satan likes it when he sees the faith of the weak."

Ibra chuckled again. He massaged the base of his nose so he felt funny with the lover. "Some of you are. When Mr Basar you said Satan? Hahaha ..."

"Iiihh~ Mas Ibra is so evil! That wasn't really human! The father also why should wear a holster dredged to the head of it? Where is the white scabbard anyway. I think the apparition knows! It's natural that I'm surprised!" frowning Audi, half whining.

He tried to pull his hand from Ibra's grasp, but Ibra held back and gave a swab and a subtle kiss there. "Yes, sorry. You're funny, honey."

Ibra leaned her body sideways on the sofa, her eyes staring at the shady Audi full of love. "You're so cute when you're pouting. Honestly, I like it very much. Gemes, your lips look more sexy. If this continues, Mas wants to accelerate our marriage. Ijab qobul can't do it?"

Audi glanced as he roughly pulled his hand apart. "Mas Ibra has been scaring me for a long time. Patience, why? Two more months are also valid," he said, but in his heart.

"Yes, I'm patient, I'm, Cla. Okay, yuk, shall we go home? Eat?"

"Where do you eat?"

"Where, will also meet on the way," said Ibra while rising. He saw Audi sitting down. "Come on? Or do you want to be here? The house is not yet in Adzanin, you know."

"Mas Ibra, uh! Ngeselin!"

Ibra laughs at successfully teasing a timid Audi. Finally they left the house and decided to eat before going home.

***

Fast rolling time. It doesn't feel like marriage is in sight. About a week away to Audi and Ibra.

The parents are getting more and more bothered to take care of this. Not to mention uniform clothes that some are still sewing. Thankfully, the designer team of the brand promises to be completed in the next two days.

Audi is busy at home. He is strictly forbidden to travel by large families, he said when the bride-to-be out when it will be approaching H day. Since fifteen days, Audi is not even allowed to meet Ibra, despite their neighboring homes.

It's grim! This is modern times, but in fact the Halim family is still conservative and fanatical on ancient myths. How is Ibra going to work every day? Until now the man is still active as usual. Whether if Ibra is stubborn, it has been said to remain ngeyel.

"Huaaaa .. boseeenn .. want to go - street, want to snack, want to shop, want to heal, huaaa ..." Audi screams kicking - kicked the air on it. Currently he is lying in the room, watching drakor, movies, scroll-scroll shopping applications, and check out random items indistinctly.

Audi also occasionally creates small content and uploads it on Instagram stories, although after that he never looked at the post or just read the comments. Audi is still afraid, Ibra even wanted to turn off the comment column on his Instagram, but Audi banned because he thought it was too excessive. After all, it's just a matter of fear that Audi feels. Audi is so afraid to read the ugly comments now.

Bored, Audi decided to call Ibra instead. It doesn't matter if the man is working or not right now.

In the ringing of the five men had just picked him up. "Assynolajet. Why, Honey?"

There was the sound of paper grabs on the other side, maybe Ibra was at work. His voice was also half unfocused. Amazingly, he still wants to take Audi calls.

"Kangeeeenn~" whine Audi long.

Ibra seemed silent for a moment before opening her voice. "Jawab greetings first, Beautiful."

"Gee! Alaikumsalam!" audi sewot. "Don't be a kangen" he said.

Ibra chuckles. "Masa? Did you say kangen?"

"Boss in teruuus house. When can I go for another walk?"

Ibra smiled even though Audi could not see her, his eyes remained focused on the file he was holding, trying to divide the attention between the lover and the job. "Patience, Honey. After the wedding you are free to go where."

Manyun audi. "But how can Mas Ibra still, after all, go to work? Is it not forbidden to have a mother?" He did decide to start calling Ibra's parents exactly as Ibra called them. Of course this is at the request of Aunt Safa.

There was a ringing coming out of Ibra's mouth. "Yes .. prohibited, anyway. But you have to work too, right? Do you want a two-week leave before marriage? At least 3 days before H Mas day will start taking off."

Audi's face is getting tangled. No, Ibra alone is given tolerance, his time is not.

Across the street, Ibra kept her ballpoint pen on the table, patiently listening to Audi whose heart was not in good condition. "If Mas serahin all the same Papi, pity. I have taken this responsibility with him, so I have to trust him. And again, you know Mas is active as a party member, of course Mas can not be arbitrary if you want to be trusted as a representative of the people?"

Audi sighed, then exhaled it long. "But I'm a bosaaan .." he lamented again.

"Patience, dong, Yang. Just another week."

"It was a long week!" greg Audi's.

"Well, how do you keep going? Do you want the wedding to be accelerated?" kekeh Ibra's.

"Mas Ibra, uh, even kidding!" pissed Audi.

Ibra stopped laughing and started talking seriously. "Yes, we'll see you tonight, okay?"

Audi. "Meet?"

"Heem." Audi guess Ibra is nodding.

"How's it? Isn't it ... our family forbids it?"

Ibra did not immediately answer, maybe the man refocused on his work.

"Look at it later."

After saying so, Ibra asked permission to close the call because there were guests who came. Audi also voluntarily ended their conversation even though he still missed the man. For a few days they could only talk on the phone. Really, this was too cruel for him!

Evening arrived, as usual Audi will spend time with Lalisa or Dava in the living room, watching television together or just chatting warmly and sharing thoughts.

There are times when Audi wonders at heart, is Ibra serious about her appointment? He even occasionally looked at the door to confirm the man's arrival. But the results are nil, until nine o'clock more Audi never found the trunk of his nose.

Though Audi has been fighting in the living room for hours. Flip through the kitchen, family room, room, then family room again. But still there was no sign of Ibra visiting. Is that man not caught wanting to meet Audi, then scolded? Oma Halim is at Mami Safa's house. Haih, Audi forgot about that one elder.

Exhaling, Audi sat down. His shoulders are not in spirit. The sound of television still faithfully accompanied, while his parents? Don't ask them, since Audi dicuekin to death bored.

The world belongs to both. The two were talking about matters concerning their circle only. Just like the diamond that the mother had been active in until now, the big tenders her papa got, projects, and all sorts of things concerned business and stocks. Audi is like moss that accidentally grows on the wall, being a listener like a lizard on the roof.

"Hhhh ...." Audi breathed a rough breath. This time he made his mother look up.

"What's wrong with you, Di? His face is so tangled? Ibra no phone?"

Why, saying? Could be! Haih, stop.

Already banned out, forbidden to meet prospective husbands, should not this, should not it, now Audi's turn to find a killer bored with nyempil between the two, even not noticed at all. He was talking just now.

"Sir papa. Audi drowsiness, want bobo," Audi said in the end.

"You sleepy? Move to the room, there. Who wants to sleep here? Papa has a backache" Dava said.

Manyun audi. "Yes yes ..."

He also began to rise up from his sluggish seat. Then lethargicly walked away from Dava and Lalisa, up the stairs to the second floor to return to the room.

But before that Audi still had time to interrupt. "Papa's waist pain, but it was talking about your style with Mama."

Dava and Lalisa gawked at him instantly. With eyes still staring at the departure of Audi, the two elbowed each other to blame. "Papa, anyway, was too loud to say. So whimpery, right?"

Dava replied that he did not want to lose. "Kok Papa, anyway? Mama was also embarrassed to fit Papa invite."

"Yes, Papa was wrong to say it here. I know there's an Audi too."

Dava sighed. "Yes, anyway. He's also married."

While in the room, Audi is rumbling about itself. He threw himself on the bed, rolled to and fro looking for a position that suddenly found it difficult to find comfort. Audi is really in an incredible phase. He was tired of not knowing what to do.

Watching is no longer an interesting thing. Listen to music especially. Long enough Audi lay on his stomach resigned, until then he heard a small knock on the window.

Of course Audi was aghast to the point of sitting with a tense face. He looked at the window of his room that was covered in curtains. It's not too late, the room and house lights are still on. There can't be any demons or vane, right?

"Cla, this is Mas" said someone out there.

Audi who originally wanted to be ignorant, kontan jumped from the bed. "Mas Ibra?" he approached the window. He quickly opened the curtains, and saw Ibra in her casual clothes, standing outside wailing to and fro.

Audi hastily opened the sliding door that connects the room and balcony, then opened the gap so Ibra could enter. "Here, Mas, spit!"

Ibra was surprised when Audi pulled her into the room. The girl immediately closed the door and curtains to cover the view from the outside.

"Cla, is this us okay in the room?" asked Ibra with a stupid look.

Audi clucking. "Keep Mas Ibra why come here if you don't want to go to my room? I promised to meet you! Why so long! I've been waiting for Abis magrib to know!"

The resentment that had been pent up since noon was now spilled in front of Ibra. Audi sobbed while rubbing his watery eyes.

Seeing that, Ibra's face warmed up. He approached, grabbed Audi's shoulder and then pulled it in his arms. Audi did not wear the hijab until his short hair could Ibra elus directly. He kissed Audi's head deeply while holding it tightly.

"Hiks, kangeeen ..." whining Audi.

Ibra smiled as she smelled the sweet hair of her lover. "Sama, Mas is more kangen. But what else, right? Once in a while we are in the same family, even though the edges of Mas are still desperate to meet you," he whispered softly.

Ibra's eyes were closed peacefully. How he misses Audinya who has not seen the look of his face this week. Though their homes are opposite each other, but because Oma Halim and family are watching closely, inevitably Ibra and Audi must be patient until their wedding is held a week away.

This is also Ibra capital desperate to climb to the second floor of his uwak house. Grateful for his military capabilities are still attached so it is not difficult for Ibra to get here without being discovered.

"Audi, unfortunately Mas, be patient, wait until Mas said a promise and made you a halal person."