Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 139

Catering and all preparations were complete, the family and invited guests had also gathered. Today precisely the thanksgiving of Ibra house will be held in the study event held after the magrib.

Ibra sat next to the ustadz who led the event, joining other pilgrims who sat lined up to fill the front room space. While Audi is in the middle room with Lalisa, Safa, and Oma Halim and also other families and relatives who some took the time to come.

Dava and Edzar certainly joined Ibra in the front room, they taught together to reassure the new house. Audi and the women in the middle room also gave the holy verses of the Quran. Until tens of minutes long they finished, ustadz switched to explain a little lecture and continued to mobilize all pilgrims to stand in every corner of the house, chanting adhan in all rooms without being missed.

This is done in the hope of expelling all demons, jinn, and supernatural beings of God who roam, or who inhabited the place before. In Muslim belief, every new home or place is recommended to do studies and be held first as a form of gratitude for the sustenance that Allah gives.

Because Ibra house is quite large, some pilgrims chant adhan double in two places and rooms, some even up to three or four times adhan.

The home lasted for almost 2 hours. After everything was finished, the guests were given parcels and envelopes before returning home.

"Alhamdulillah ... finally finished too, huh?" Mami Safa said she was relieved, she stood on the front porch with Ibra and her husband to take the pilgrims who scattered out. Dava and Lalisa also participated.

This is done as a form of courtesy of the host, as well as a thank you to those who have taken the time to attend and pray together.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah" said Ibra. Edzar just smiled next to him.

Ibra was looking for a wife she had not seen since. Understandably, he was busy in front with ustadz and the guests.

"Where are you, Ma?" ask Ibra to Lalisa.

Lalisa who was asked even dyed. "Audi's? It was in his kayak."

The princess did not come out. I don't know where he is now.

Dahi Ibra frowned faintly at the answer of the mother-in-law. He then decided to enter the house to look for the existence of Audi which was suddenly difficult to find. In the front and middle rooms there are only families and relatives who are still relaxing to enjoy catering. Ibra asked one of them, but they all shook their heads not knowing.

Finally Ibra went upstairs and looked for Audi in their room. And sure enough, the woman was curled up on the bed, still with a Muslim dress suit and hijab attached. Audi hasn't changed clothes.

Ibra approached, climbed into the bed, then crawled on to Audi's shoulder from behind. "Darling?"

"Hm?" Audi muttering.

Ibra leaned her body, hugging Audi's waist while extending her neck to see the look on her face. "Why you?"

One hand Ibra rubbed Audi's upper arm lying sideways. The audi shook his head slowly answering Ibra's question.

"No papa" he replied.

"But your face is pale? You sick? Not feeling well?" ibra asked in a row, not believing in Audi's answer.

"Gum stomachache," I'm an honest Audi.

"What stomach pain? Maag or coming by the moon?" The latter horrified Ibra himself. Don't let Audi have guests tonight, as well as the following nights. This was not expected by Ibra.

But Audi's answer succeeded in undermining his hopes. "Yes, I'm mens. Just asked for pads with Vika, I forgot not to bring stock, fortunately he brought it, Vika also happened to get a package."

Vika is one of Audi's cousins who also attended the event tonight.

Audi's voice sounded weak, his body must be really bad. But there is something more unpleasant for Ibra, Audi's statement just seemed to quash the spirit of Ibra who originally had the intention to make out with his wife.

"You're not kidding, are you?" Ibra still refused to believe. Who knows Audi is running.

But Audi immediately clucked and slightly raised his head to look up at Ibra. "Kok kidding, anyway? Mas Ibra don't see my face dry like this?"

"Y-yes .. yes. It's really sick, huh?" Why should it be even broken? Ibra clucked in his heart.

"It hurts a lot, no, no. Just so, how mules. Grieved, my knees were also limp from this afternoon. A sign of mens, anyway."

Audi changed its reclining position to face Ibra. He hugged the man's waist and returned to curl warmly. Seeing this, the look of Ibra also gradually softened, he no longer thought about the ego of the man who just roared. Seeing a helpless Audi made him feel pity. Ibra has never seen Audi suffer.

Ibra rubbed Audi's head. He pulled a pentule needle embedded under his wife's chin, removing the hijab which from noon was attached to frame Audi's face. Audi himself let it go while smiling. Ibra and his attention always make Audi comfortable. The man always expressed his affection in real terms. Audi is really lucky to have a husband like Ibra.

"Do you want to make a warm compress?" bargain Ibra.

Audience shakes. "Just get on," shrewd Audi, spoiled.

Ibra chuckled softly. He revealed the tunic used by Audi, then rubbed his big hand on the flat stomach of the wife. Ibra's gaze was a little laughable, she did not stop stroking when she said. "Benih Mas less tokcer means, huh? You've been mens for a week."

He said it while joking, but Audi knew Ibra was a little disappointed. Audi feels guilty. "Sorry," he said, hugging Ibra.

"What's the apology for? Coming the moon is not your wish" said Ibra. His hand rubbed Audi's stomach and hair that was still dark.

"Yes, but isn't it my wish?"

"We're only a week of marriage, only a week of contact, the time you hope to be directly so? Yes, yes, so too. But we do not know what God's plan is. It's still early, our fight is long, too, dear. Maybe after 1 or 3 months, right? Hopefully."

Audi nodded. He tries to think positively by thinking of other plans in their marriage.

"We haven't had a honeymoon yet" Ibra said. "Where do you want to go on vacation?"

Hearing that Audi thought. "I don't know. Do you have references?" tanyanya looks up.

"Paris maybe you're the boss, huh? New York too. The korean? We've only been there once, the time of your operation. Not even had a vacation yet. Want to go there again? Or go to Japan? Switzerland? Mas, um, where do you want to go?"

"I'll think about it, huh. Now can you please grab a drink, Mom? It's so thirsty" Audi.

Ibra took off her hand and moved a little. "Yes, go down first. Warm water, huh?"

Audi was about to shake his head, but Ibra immediately refuted. "Let the blood flow well, dear. Warm water, huh?"

Manyun audi. "Yes already. But not for long. I'm gonna sleep in Mas Ibra's arms."

Ibra smiled, rubbed a glance at Audi's forehead and kissed him. "Yes, Honey. It won't be long, though."

After that Ibra got out of bed and went straight out of the room. Audi again curled up alone hugging his stomach that was heartburn. A suffering when the first day of the month comes. Bad body, limp, sultry, anyway things that make emotions so much more sensitive.

A few minutes later Ibra returned with a glass of warm water, and he also brought a pillow compress for Audi. Audi woke up, he drank the water offered Ibra and quickly lay back down again when pain attacked his stomach again.

"Mas Ibra has a compress?" audi asked Ibra, who was now putting the warm pillow on her stomach.

"It's Auntie's, Mas borrowed it for a while" replied Ibra soberly.

"Ohh ..." Audi understood. "The family hasn't come home yet?"

"Udah, just now. They're looking for you to say goodbye, Mas says you're not feeling well anymore, so they just go home. But Mama and Papa are still here, really. Papi and Mami too, they're gonna catch up last night, don't papa?" Ibra raised an eyebrow, looking up at Audi.

"It's okay, how is Mas Ibra? I think I'd mind. They're our parents." Audi's rails are starting to grow a little.

Seeing that Ibra immediately smiled, his hand still held the compress on Audi's stomach while occasionally massaging it. "Just ask, honey. This is our home. Your home and Mas. Automatically anything Mas have to share information, right? Including the permission of anyone who can stay in our house. I asked you because you are the owner of this house. Understood?"

Audi nodded. He began to relax enjoying Ibra massage on his stomach, as well as a warm feeling that was enough to relieve his pain. So good and comfortable, Audi has been subconsciously closed. I don't know how long Audi was asleep until suddenly he felt something cold rub the surface of his cheek.

Audi's reflexes opened his eyes again. It turned out that the culprit was Ibra who was now also staring back at him. The man smiled shadyly stopping his cotton swab for a moment. "Sorry, I'm bothering you. Just want to remove your makeup, definitely not comfortable to take to sleep."

Audi blinked for a moment. "O-oh ..." he muttered short.

Ibra further rubbed Audi's face using a cotton pad that had been moistened. Audi glanced at the small bottle of make up remover in the hands of Ibra, it had Audi.

"Mas often pay attention to you if grooming, you often remove make-up wear this, right?"

A few minutes later Ibra had finished cleaning Audi's face, she threw all her cotton in a dry garbage can in the corner of the room, then came back to Audi. "Keep what else? You didn't wash your face?"

Audi braced to resist sleepiness. "That .. take micellar water without any residue, Mas. Enough with that, I'm lazy to get up."

Ibra went back into the wardrobe room, looking for the object on the Audi dresser. Quite troublesome because he did not know the appearance of the packaging, Ibra had to read one by one the products lined up so much.

"Yes! Is this the blue bottle?" exclaim Ibra a little loud.

Audi came out of the room. "Yes, there's a zero percent residue!"

Before long Ibra appeared again from the wardrobe door. He approached Audi with the bottle. "Cotton cake again?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Ibra also began to drip the liquid product onto the new cotton, then apply it to the surface of the Audi's face which is now starting to shine, free from make up.

"It's okay if you don't wash your face with soap?" tanya Ibra says.

"No papa," said Audi lethargic. The wife is trying hard to resist sleepiness and weakness. He even fell asleep before Ibra finished cleaning his face.

Ibra smiled looking at Audi in the shade. Audi's face was clean, as his hand stroked the woman's forehead and kissed her at a glance. "Good nights. Sleep tight, honey," whispered Ibra subtly.

He then got up, got up from the side of the bed and left Audi who was now sleeping peacefully.

The next day Audi woke up and found Ibra already busy in the kitchen. The man was struggling with the stove and the fryer was somehow making what.

Audi has already taken a shower and changed clothes. His body feels fresher than last night. It looks like Ibra had changed Audi clothes in pajamas while asleep.

"What's mommy cooking?" ask Audi. He sat down in the bar stool, picked up a glass and poured water to drink.

Ibra looked at him for a moment while smiling. "Regular, Honey. Vegetable stir-fry for breakfast. We also made steak for us. You want another menu?"

Audience shakes. "That's enough."

"Your stomach is turning?" Ibra is still busy struggling with stir-fry. Now he is cooking it on a plate.

Now in front of Audi has been the subject of various dishes made Ibra. Lastly the man put down two glasses of fruit juice that Audi tasted a little. Tasty and sweet. Ibra is good at making food.

Ibra sat in the bar-chair next to Audi, massaging Audi's hips briefly before drinking her own juice.

"So seriously lightened up?"

"Yes, Mas Ibra ..." says Audi Long. "Thank you for last night."

Ibra smiled, she sat sideways facing Audi. His body slightly inclined to kiss the woman's soft lips that looked fresh after bathing. He even smoked and sucked for a long time. Biting and then pulling it slowly to cause a soft sound seductive.

Ibra smiled again, rubbing the wet surface of Audi's lips. "The best breakfast. I like your lips the most in the morning and at night. Still plain not wearing anything."

Audi folded his lips blushing. He tried to avoid the eyes of Ibra who always managed to make him nervous and stubborn. Her behavior looks adorable in the eyes of her husband. The timid Audi is very funny according to Ibra.

"Where's Papa's mom?" Audi dyed with the reason of looking for his parents who he knew last night.

"Home home" replied Ibra.

Audi looked at it. "Boy and Mommy too?"

"Hm." Ibra. His eyes could not be seen looking at Audi closely, making Audi immediately stared that deep.

"Kok, don't you wait for me to wake up? Didn't Ibra wake me up?"

Ibra sighed. "You slept really bad. I can't bear it because you had a stomachache last night, right? They said no need to be built, yes I did not wake you up until they left. You do not pray, you want to sleep until noon also relax."

Audi frowning. "But I got leaking because of the slowness in the bed. That ... the sheets are dirty, you know, Mas ..." Audi's great-grandson was scared. He squeezed his fingers.

"Through?"

Audi nodded.

"Well, no papa, there'll be an aunt who washes."

Yes too. "But that's Mas Ibra's favorite bedsheet, right?"

Ibra grunts a smile. "It can be washed, honey. It will be clean again."

"If the stain doesn't go away?"

"definitely lost. There's a way."

Ibra understood because Audi did not know the science of washing clothes. He also lapsed in homework. It's okay, Ibra believes over time Audi can learn like her mom. Audi is born rich, if in Sundanese it is used to being fiddled, spoiled or everything is fulfilled instantly.

It took some time for Audi to adapt in their home life. Ibra does not require Audi to cook, let alone do homework.

A man who is not in his right mind let his wife take care of a house as big and spacious as this. If at least not able to pay workers, do not be pretentious to make a large house because the treatment is obviously tiring.

If for cooking, Ibra will understand. But if Audi had stepped in to clean the house, Ibra was obviously angry because it was not his job.

Papi Edzar said, A wife is the queen in the husband's house. The husband is obliged to suffice and serve him as best as possible. Keeping his feelings, making him happy, it's all Ibra's duty from now on.

"Don't think about the sheets, now eat, huh? You must be so limp. Usually women who come in the month of energy receding and weakening. I know because Mami is like that."

Audi moved. Ibra still remembers the Audi habit of always eating fresh when it comes to the moon. The proof is that the man makes juice and fruit smoothies.

"Thank you, huh, Mas?" whisper Audi, soft.

Ibra no less soft return Audi smile. He took his wife's small nose slowly. "Together, Honey. Don't hesitate if you need anything."

"So who bought the pads?" ask Audi to be curious.

When he woke up, there were a lot of large pads in the wardrobe room. He thought maybe his mother bought it, so he was looking for the woman to thank. But it was not, Audi was surprised by the answer made Ibra.

"So Mas had to come out for a while, Mas remember you don't have a sanitary pad. That's what you used to wear, right? I just asked your mom. He told me the brand and the picture on the phone. I was looking for only that was the same. I hope not wrong, right?" ringis Ibra nervous.

Audi no longer knows what to say. I don't know how many times he should thank Ibra. Why did the man seem to be watching Audi without being missed? Ibra is too understanding to be a man. Where else can Audi find a man like Ibra? It would be stupid if Audi insisted on breaking the relationship. In fact, this kind of Ibra man was extremely rare.

"Lho, you know, why are you? How crying?" Ibra who was about to eat kontan stopped seeing his wife who was teary-eyed.

Audi himself was not aware of it until he cried so. Oh, my God, that's a shame. This must be due to the hormonal effects, so Audi went a little overboard this morning.

Audi shook his head, shrinking his tears that did not even want to stop speeding, especially when Ibra also grabbed a tissue and rubbed Audi's wet face to dry.

"Is anyone sick again?"

Audience shakes. Ibra nodded. "Then?"

"Hiks, why is Mas Ibra so good?" Audi rubbed his watery eyes.

Seeing that Ibra was just unmoved, gnawing with a half-confused face. Is there something wrong with his treatment? Ibra just did what she thought was right. And he thinks buying Audi pads is the most correct. Why did Audi cry that way?