Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 140

"Who, the batik clothes that we just bought last week, where do you keep them? How, there's no wardrobe room?" Ibra came out using only a kimono towel. He had just finished his bath when he looked through the wardrobe.

Audi who was cleaning the Ibra bag, turned his head for a moment while thinking. "Not there, Mom?"

"If there were, I wouldn't ask you, dear."

Audi stopped his movements and kept the Ibra bag on the edge of the bed. He quickly entered the wardrobe room to find the clothes that Ibra meant. "Nothing, anyway? I was ironing myself at that time."

Ibra follows Audi in the back. "There really isn't, honey," he said.

Audi became tense himself because he believed he had stored the batik in a hanging cabinet that contained formal clothes belonging to Ibra. About five minutes Audi pulled one by one clothes hanging, finally he found something to look for.

With a little annoyed Audi pulled the batik shirt with a shout. He turned his head to Ibra who was now grimacing while scratching her wet nape. "That's .. there wasn't, Yang."

"Nothing? Where did Mata Mas go to say there was none? Mas Ibra's a meticulous person, I'm sure Mas just want to do it, right?" murmur Audi.

"Honey ..." please Ibra. His face paled at the angry look of Audi.

Audi is not concerned. He handed him the long batik shirt half forcefully, until Ibra reflex immediately hugged him. Just as Audi was about to turn away, he noticed something strange in the hanging cabinet earlier. Suddenly his body retreated back and observed the empty space, the place where Ibra's clothes hung before.

Two rectangular sheets of paper were draped in one pocket of an Ibra shirt. The paper pokes out, even the black color on the fabric makes it striking and immediately visible to the eyes of anyone passing by.

Audi grabbed two pieces of paper that turned out to be a plane ticket. There is a Tokyo-Japan flight written in the destination address. Audi turned slowly to Ibra who was smiling sweetly looking at him. Wherever the batik shirt that was crammed Audi, the empty hand Ibra now holds Audi tightly from behind.

Ibra slightly wiggled their bodies, his chin resting on the top of Audi's head, the position that Ibra liked the most because he thought Audi's height was so fitting when he hugged. "Let's take a vacation" he whispered subtly.

Audi is still stuck in the Ibra. His eyes could not help but observe the ticket in his hand while occasionally blinking. At that moment Ibra whispered again. "Sorry, because this month Mas busy there is no time for our honey moon." Raut Ibra looks guilty. "Mas sorry, Cla. Because during marriage you have not taken a walk. Now I'm taking a leave of absence, for you, for us, so we can take a vacation and make the honeymoon you dream of."

Audi faithfully flinched and dissolved in silence as Ibra kissed her hair long ago. "Don't be angry again, honey. I'm so sorry to know, you've been guaranteed for a week. I'm afraid every time you're allowed out, I'm afraid you won't come home because you're angry with me."

Ibra's eyes closed in a soothing fragrance that poured out of Audi's body. His arms were tightly coiled along the wife's shoulders. Audi turned his head slowly, glancing at Ibra who was holding his body warm from behind.

Indeed, it had been a week since their relationship had been a little cold. All because of Audi who invited Ibra to argue about the holiday. Because since the beginning of marriage the man has not invited Audi honeymoon as promised. Instead of a honeymoon, Ibra was busy to and fro with his political party, campaigning for the preparation of next year's pileg.

Audi is upset of course, not to mention Ibra often forbids him from traveling for safety reasons. Audi can only go with Ibra, or their driver who Ibra already believes. Audi is bored, and at its peak last Tuesday, it really did not complain about Ibra. Audi was angry, crying, all the complaints about him that needed Ibra's attention came out.

"Don't be angry anymore" whispered Ibra. His eyes looked closely at Audi's pupils which looked clear.

Ibra flipped Audi's body to face her. He draped the girl's hair and slipped it between her ears. Ibra kisses his forehead long, then down to the nose, and the last he put on the lips. How much Ibra misses their closeness like this.

"Mas sorry, dear. Please excuse me, huh? After this, I promise we will often go both ways. Don't care if it's the night after work. I know you're staying home."

"I'm sorry, if all this time you feel constrained by Mas's rules. Just don't want anything to happen to you. Ever since you crashed in Salatiga back then, Mas really had a hard time feeling calm every time you traveled without Mas. Please understand this one. Mas can not permit you to go carelessly unaccompanied. You can understand, right?"

Long Audi fell silent as their eyes met one another, staring deeply at each other. He spoke in front of Ibra. "I'm saturated."

Ibra. "Mas knows. So now you are ready, we go to the airport, our flight schedule is about 3 hours away. Enough for packing, right?"

Audi nodded. "So ... Is this really going to Tokyo?"

Ibra chuckled, peeked at Audi's lips and brought the woman back. "Yes, Iah, honey. That's you read, dong, the ticket. Still unclear, too?"

Audi smelled a smile, he rubbed his face on the chest of Ibra who was wrapped in a thick kimono. Ibra scooped Audi's hand as if dancing there. "Don't fishing line - fishing rod now, there we failed to leave because - because you have seduced Mas from here."

Audi threw a grin before moving away from Ibra's body.

"So, I'm forgiven, right? You're not angry anymore?"

Audience shakes. "But we're really just on vacation, right? You can't take it - take work there. Promise?"

Ibra nodded steadily. "Promise, Honey. Now ... Can I have a limit level, dong?" said jail. His witty roar looked at Audi with both eyebrows moving up and down.

Manyun audi. "Would you like packing? Who said don't flirt first? No, ah, later kebablasan, we continue to forget the time and not stunt packing. If that happens, I'll be angry again with Mas Ibra!"

"Y-yes don't, dong, Yang. Yeah, we're packing now." Hearing that Audi would be angry again, Ibra became afraid and chose to give up.

With a frowning child-like face, Ibra dropped off their luggage one by one and helped Audi pack the clothes.

Patience, arriving in Japan later, Ibra will work on Audi as much as possible. Anyway don't let go! Hey, he's been fasting for a week!