Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 141

Tokyo International Airport/Hanedakuko, Ota City, Tokyo.

After traveling for more than 7 hours from Jakarta International Airport, Audi and Ibra have now arrived in Tokyo, Japan, their previous destination city.

They are currently in terminal three, the international flight terminal. The terminal is directly connected to the train and monorail services to Tokyo.

Ibra had previously booked hotel rooms through an online service. They just take a bus or train to get to the inn. In Japan, public transportation is more often used than private transportation, tourists or foreign tourists as they rarely use taxis because they are very expensive.

But before that, the one that is important and should not be missed is the prepaid card. Before starting another trip, they must first make the card for payment when walking anywhere.

Ibra clasped Audi's hand for a while, then he grabbed his wife's coat while smiling in the shade. "Capek, right? Want to go straight to the hotel or take a walk first?"

Audi is worried. "To the hotel, Mas. So tired. We have not prayed, you know. The magrib is too late."

Ibra nodded in understanding. Tokyo is 2 hours faster than Jakarta. If according to the calculation of the Indonesian time they arrived in Japan at half 7 pm, then in another place where they are now, the digital clock displayed at the airport points at half 9 pm.

"She prayed, my dear. No papa, our position is because of the long journey. Yes indeed Mas had time to pray on the plane, but just in case Mas will pray again."

"Well, shall we go to the station?" Ibra did not take Audi, she carried all their luggage and luggage in a trolley.

Audi nodded, following Ibra who walked slightly ahead. Ibra had to turn her head and told Audi to move to her side. Without realizing Audi was clucking, but still obey and advance his steps to parallel with Ibra.

"Mas Ibra is a habit, deh, if the road is not a tadeng I would like to not realize his legs are long," murmured Audi. "Pelanin dikit that, you know, the way. Or lessin is the width of the distance. Tired knows what he's doing!"

Hearing Audi's complaint, Ibra immediately slowed down, even almost stopped to adjust the distance Audi intended. Grimacing and scratching his head, Ibra looked at Audi guilty. "Sorry, dear."

Ibra looked down at her own feet. It is much longer than Audi. Automatically the road is faster, exactly what Audi just complained. Ibra often blurted the road if he was not holding the woman. But if his hand is holding Audi, Ibra so have a benchmark of how fast and slow he must walk.

Ibra immediately embraces Audi using one hand, then immediately guides Audi to the Tokyo monorail. The monorail connects all three terminals with Hamamatsucho Station in about 20 minutes.

From Hamamatsucho Station move to Yamanote Line to various destinations in central Tokyo and several other stations.

At the station they can get Suica, a prepaid card from a machine that is there. You can also write each other's names.

Ibra then led Audi on the train to the inn. Ibra deliberately booked lodging in a strategic place and close to famous tourist facilities in the Japanese capital.

Oya, another one, to board the train is required Japan Rail Pass. Ibra had bought a train ticket** at the travel service center* East, next to the Tokyo Monorail ticket gate at the arrival area of terminal three.

"Mass?" call Audi.

"Hm?" Ibra said, looking at the wife sitting next to him. He leaned back hugging the arms of the friendly Ibra.

"I guess ... when am I pregnant, huh?"

Hearing Audi's question again discussing pregnancy, Ibra could only faintly exhale. "Patience, Honey. Is it just a month?"

"Yes, yes" nodded Audi. "But there is, you know, a month immediately pregnant," he continued.

But Audi nodded. "No, actually a month, really."

Inevitably Ibra frowned. "Masa? On average, newly married couples, there is news of pregnancy, if not 2 months yes 3 months later?"

"That's because her husband is a geezer" Audi chirped. He did not realize his sentence was a little offensive to Ibra.

"You mean the seeds aren't good? Not tokcer?" Ibra was still trying to hold her voice so as not to sound sewot. He took a deep breath and spoke again. "Possibly you're not in the fertile period when we're in touch. Not to mention you had your period, right? That means we'll have to wait a little more patiently, honey."

"The first feeling of the spirit of wanting to have that child, Mas. But why are you the one who is always upset?"

"So I can't expect to have that child?" The most sensitive audi starts.

Here Ibra must be smart to choose the word. Wrong little, depleted already his fate on their honeymoon. Maybe he could not get rations that he has been holding this week. Do not let them go on a fruitless journey because of a small quarrel.

"No. That's not it, honey. I mean, you do not have too much effort to think about pregnancy, if it is time, God will give us a chance. It's still a month early, it's only natural that you're not pregnant. Pregnancy requires a lot of process. From the seed to the baby it needs to process until it can be known and detected its presence."

"Now focus on enjoying our vacation. Who knows if we have children, we still have a chance to travel abroad. Surely not that easy. So from now on don't worry about pregnancy first, we focus on spending our time together, huh?"

Audi nodded slowly. "I'm just afraid, if it's too long, people will ask creepy things that people often tell. When do you have children? I really know, Mom, especially if the marriage has been long."

Ibra smiled gently dipping Audi's head. "We've only had a month, remember that."

Audi nodded. Arriving at the inn, they immediately clean up for a while and then perform the prayers left behind. Raise a video call from Mami Safa and Mama Lisa who are frenzied as usual, then go out for a meal at one of the halal restaurants that are quite close to the hotel.

Along the way, Ibra can not be separated to hold the hand Audi, even put it in the pocket of the coat he wears. Audi enjoys their company. He hopes, this holiday can be more to glue his relationship with Ibra who a week ago had been fooled.

With Ibra, Audi is comfortable. With Ibra Audi, we feel safe. The man is already like nicotine which makes Audi dependent. Audi relies heavily on the presence of Ibra.

"You want to go to Tokyo Tower?" ask Ibra. He glanced at Audi who was walking beside him. Tokyo tonight's air is getting colder. Luckily they come here in spring, where the flowers are blooming, especially sakura.

Audi thought for a moment. "Aren't you tired? We eat first, after that it's up to go there what not."

Ibra chuckled at Audi's cold nose. "Or go straight to the room? The air is very cold, just make—"

"Shuuutt ..." Audi immediately stopped Ibra. "Well, my mouth, why can't it be guarded? Shame, you know, this is a country of people."

"They don't understand our language, honey."

"Yes, be polite, dong."

"Yes. But ... Tonight is okay, right? I've been fasting for a long time, dear .." lamented Ibra.

Audi sneering. Actually he wants to ask his mother or Mami Safa, is every man always so, want to make love every chance?