Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 13

Audi and his team just finished taking it almost midnight. Mbak Tian and the others must have been astonished by Audi's inefficiency. The girl repeated the scene many times and raised her hand asking for a stop, which Audi rarely does.

"You got a problem?" Mbak Tian as the manager of Audi was approaching, sitting next to Audi who was playing his phone is unclear.

Tian knew Audi was just swiping through the home screen and WhatsApp without even once intending to reply to a message. Though Tian had a glance and found a lot of messages that have not been read there.

The audi shook his head faintly, he sighed staring around the already empty room. Maybe Mardon and the other team are eating in the living room. Their voices were heard gathering there.

"Entahlah .." murmured Audi unsure. "I'm just a little less excited today. I don't know why my body is like that lemes" he continued, massaging the nape and shoulders.

Tian frowned, also massaging the girl's neck and shoulders. "Maybe you need a vacation first. You can rearrange your schedule. Clients must know."

Audi looked lazy. "If my work is delayed more and more, dong? Udahlah, this list is complete first, Ma'am do not first accept the job so I can rest calm later," break up Audi.

Mbak Tian just sniffed. Audi is quite stubborn if the job problems. He once dropped because of lack of rest.

"Eat, yuk. There was a Pesen DO." Ma'am Tian stood up, he glanced at the hour which was already very late. "So not good with your parents. We must have disrupted their sleep. Mbak be thinking of renting a place for our studio. Let's just say the tape doesn't need to go to your house."

Indeed, Audi has its own space to create content in its home. But even so according to Tian inadequate because in addition to fear of disturbing people home, they are also sometimes less free because they feel uncomfortable.

Audi thought for a moment. It is also true that proposed by Mrs Tian. Their activities must also interfere with the comfort of neighbors. It seems like after this he will start looking for a new place. Audi can also ask his father for help on this matter. The man must have had many acquaintances of property entrepreneurs.

Time is gradually getting quiet, the new Audi house when the clock shows at half 2 in the morning. Audi cleaned up quickly and started using skincare despite being lazy.

But want anything slack Audi will always force itself to care, because the face is the main capital in getting money.

Audi patted his face softly which is now shiny glowing. His phone suddenly lit up with the name of someone who has been calling him lately.

Audi allowed it until the flicker stopped itself, switching to bring in a message that Audi could still read through the notification pop up.

Mas Ibra: You haven't slept?

Audi just glanced at it. He continued to use the sleeping mask as the last touch of the skincare network.

Ting!

Mas Ibra: Work again?

Audi is ignoring it. Another one came in.

Mas Ibra : Extreme if it is true you are still or just finished work.

Mas Ibra: Pick up the phone.

Dih, what the fuck? Who is Ibra to rule it?

Audi's phone kept vibrating, he forgot why it didn't turn on the silent mode earlier. As a result his ears were uncomfortable also hearing Ibra who seemed to not want to give up before his call was lifted.

Half-heartedly Audi walked up to the table and scooped up his phone receiving Ibra's call.

"What, anyway?!" jolt with a slow voice. Audi is still sane not to yell at Ibra in the middle of the night like this. There he digedor neighbors for disturbing their sleep.

"It turns out you haven't slept yet" said Ibra across the street.

"Why then?" Audi was really upset by Ibra's laid-back attitude. "If Mas Ibra doesn't call, I'm sleeping now!"

"Just finished the record, huh?"

I don't know where Ibra knows. Don't-don't he have a spy watching Audi here? No way Aunt Safa, right? He must have slept.

Audi refused to answer, he turned to the bed and lay down pulling the blanket. I heard Ibra's voice speak.

"Cla?"

Audi just muttered, his head looking for a comfortable position on the pillow.

"Work is okay, but please take care of your health as well. Don't exaggerate. This hour hasn't slept yet?"

"Mas hasn't, either" Audi said, responding lazily.

"Different. You can wake up anytime you have a job."

"Hmm ..." murmured Audi while closing his eyes.

"Would you sleep?"

"Ck, according to Mas?" Wasn't that man telling her to sleep?

Ibra was silent for a long time. "Sleep tight that way."

Audi did not listen so much, drowsiness slowly began to suck his consciousness as Ibra vaguely called out as ascertained.

He did not know when dreamland took over his world until Audi himself was not sure the last sentence Ibra he heard was real or just a mirage.

"Boony you."

Audi was too tired to fall asleep. It seems to be true, he needs rest and rest to reset the endurance that lately often feels reduced.

Maybe after this Audi can think of a vacation. Nor does he want to keep fantasizing about Ibra. It is enough hijab yesterday that continues to interfere with his mind, lest the expression of Ibra's affection also controls the days of Audi who began to be insane since the arrival of the man.