Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 143

Turning from Kaminarimon, Ibra and Audi continue their journey towards Tokyo Tower, seeing the view of Tokyo from a height of 250 meters. The clear weather also supports the view of Mount Fuji which is very famous in Japan, as well as Tokyo Skytree which is the highest signal-emitting tower in the world with a height of 634 meters.

Both also had time to buy souvenirs at Tokyo Tower Official Store, located on the top deck or the highest floor of the Tokyo tower.

Late in the afternoon, they continued to Shibuya, visiting the Tokyo Camii Mosque which is located in the Oyamacho district. Tokyo Camii Mosque is the largest mosque in Japan. The monumental mosque was founded in the 1930s by Bashkir and Russian Tatars who came to Japan after the October Revolution. However, the mosque was demolished in 1986 and rebuilt on June 30, 2000. The mosque reopened with a new architecture designed by Turkish architect Muharrem Hilmi Senal.

Entering the main door, a lot of Turkish-style ceramic decoration, the design in the mosque is also full of calligraphy. Audi and Ibra at the same time pray because it has entered the ashar time. Different from the male place, the female prayer place is on the second floor of the mosque.

After the prayer they did not go straight away. By chance Camii Mosque also provides a variety of halal food from several countries for sale, including Indonesia.

Ibra invites Audi to enjoy the afternoon there, see the view of sakura across the street while sipping steeping noodles with the atmosphere of Islamic shahdu in eastern Asia.

Next they returned to Asakusa to rest for a while at the hotel where they were staying. Audi has complained of aches and wants to collapse. About an hour away to the magrib time in Tokyo, Ibra thought it was enough for them to rest before continuing to find a halal restaurant for dinner.

"Stricks ...." Audi let out a tired sigh, throwing himself to the small sofa located beside the window.

The hotel they occupy is fairly luxurious with a direct view of Mount Fuji and other Iconic places in Tokyo. At night, the metropolis looks beautiful with flickering lights that spread like an ocean.

Ibra smiled as she approached her wife. He sat on the arm of the sofa holding his hand around Audi's shoulder. Ibra hugged Audi while resting her chin on the head of the woman who was not covered with hijab. Audi's hair is still fragrant even though they travel all day.

The eyes of the two looked peacefully out the window. A small smile on the lips of Audi and Ibra. Audi smiled, slightly tilting his head leaning on the husband. A warm feeling surrounded the hearts of the two as Ibra asked in a delicate voice. "Racid?"

Audi smiled again before answering. "Smuck, but I'm happy."

Again, Ibra pulled the corner of her lips against Audi's hair, rubbing it occasionally while staring at the lights that were starting to light up out there.

"Today is quite first, tomorrow again continue the streets. At least we go to Kyoto, find lodging there so that the bamboo forest can be very early in the morning."

Audi just nodded. It is up to Ibra to take it where it used to be, the important thing is that Audi can explore the tourist attractions in the land of the rising sun, although it cannot all because their time is also limited.

Ibra kisses in Audi temple. "Mandi, yuk? Soak before magrib. It's a pity that the jacuzzi isn't made" he whispered meaningfully. "Your incandescent bag, huh?"

Audi immediately clucked. He almost rolled his eyes if he did not remember ethics. "Massage?"

"Heem." Ibra nodded, looking enthusiastic.

"The leg seals are the same as my shoulders, my back too" Audi said. Ibra still nodded as if understanding. "But, I'm sure the one who wants Mas massage is not that part, but something else," he continued lazily.

Ibra smile. "Kan nyambi, who. Wanna, huh? Usually a pegel body, good for a warm bath."

Audi breathed. He looked up at Ibra who was now looking at him with very dim eyes. Rejecting a husband is a sin, however Audi still has to serve him, right?

"Yes, but don't be long" Audi broke up.

Ibra chuckled happily. He immediately raised the face of Audi and peppered the entire surface in a row. Both of them turned to the bathroom, and soaked in a jacuzzi as Ibra wished.

Although Audi had said he did not want to, in fact he still mengeluh deliciously when Ibra kept the promise of massaging his body, although occasionally his naughty hands took the opportunity to touch something ridiculous.

In the evening, Ibra takes Audi to Tokyo Skytree. Seeing the glittering lights from a height of how many hundred meters. This is higher than the Tokyo Tower that they had come to this afternoon. Audi's cupcakes even feel pengang when entering the highest floor of the tower which is said to be one of the tallest in the world after Burj Khalifa in Dubai.

They had just stepped out of the elevator after previously stopping by the 300s floor to eat. On the 300th floor there are many restaurants and cafes that sell a variety of luxury dishes. The purpose of the 300th floor here does not mean the 300th floor, but rather in an altitude of 300 meters above the ground.

Ibra took Audi down a narrow hallway next to which was a thick glass wall with a curved shape. Thick iron coats the inside at the same time as a comfortable barrier railing. Visitors can lean there while enjoying the night view of metropolitan Tokyo.

Slightly away from the crowd, Ibra halted her steps, prompting Audi to face towards the window. While she locked the woman from behind. Ibra smiled, resting her chin on top of Audi's head, wrapped in a pastel hijab tonight. He kissed her for a moment before taking in the small Tokyo view below.

"What floor is this, Mom?" ask Audi. He stood comfortably in the warmth of the Ibra.

Ibra. "Four hundred fifty."

Audi nodded small. "Well, my ears are a real beaver. It's like getting on a plane, isn't it, anyway?"

"No, it's far, far away" said Ibra. "Aircraft usually fly at altitudes of 35 to 36 thousand feet. It's just how many hundred meters."

"Yes, this is very high" Audi said.

"Later if there is a chance, Mas take you to the tallest tower in the world" Ibra said.

"Dubai?"

"Hm."

Audi smiled, he was getting cozy in the Ibra decoy. "I'll wait for that moment to arrive."

Ibra chuckled, looking down at the wife under her chin. His hands turned to hug Audi tighter, and again anchored the kiss on the top of his head.

"God willing, if you live long, Mas will take this beloved woman Mas around the world."

Audi looked up, throwing a smile back. "Gener, Mas?"

Ibra. "God willing, darling. Just pray for good fortune."

"Amijn ..."

The two throw smiles at each other. Ibra turned left right, making sure no one was around. After being confirmed safe, Ibra also lowered her head to put a kiss on Audi's lips. Perculiar and suck it in a feeling.

Now, the Tokyo night sky is witness to both of them matching the love. Ibra pulled away and smiled, rubbing the wet edges of Audi's lips after they kissed.

"Mas is in love with you, Cla," he whispered with a full highlight. "Pretty dear to you."

Audi looked back at Ibra with his dim eyes. Her husband, her love, Audi's heart really blossomed being able to enjoy time alone with Ibra.

"Audi also love and love very much the same Mas."

Ibra smiled, kissing back Audi's lips at a glance. "For the days before, I'm sorry, huh?"

Audi fell silent and nodded. "I'm sorry, I'm."

"Thank you, sweetie."

"Together," replied the sweet Audi.

The two of them threw peaceful smiles at each other. Cuddle up and enjoy intimacy at an altitude of 450 meters on the ground of Tokyo. Ibra will take Audi to Dubai one day.

"This tower is almost the same height as Shanghai Tower. About 360s."

"Times?" tanya Audi looked up. He leaned in Ibra's arms. His hands touched the arms of the husband that were coiled along his waist and stomach.

"Yes. Try reading on google. I've been there with Mr. Pres and other colleagues."

Manyun audi. "Mas Ibra is great, traveling around the country is free."

"You are also free, everything Mas paid," Ibra replied.

The audience felt defeated. While Ibra laughed a little, peeling off the side of Audi's head as if to bite him. "Different, Honey. I used to travel around the country in order to carry out my duties. It's not good, anyway. Delicious we can while adding insight, not delicious .. because at that time Mas was still alone, Mas's feelings were not as happy now. Equally exciting, the difference is now the same as you."

Ibra smiled sweetly. The shine almost beat the flickering lights down there, plus the highest hallway is indeed in dim lighting, Ibra increasingly looks the most radiant in the eyes of Audi.

Amidst the romance of the two of them, suddenly something heavy hit Ibra's feet. The Ibra reflex loosens the hug and bows down.

A white boy with oriental narrowed eyes was resting under his feet. The boy scowled cutely patting his knees wrapped in a little tight jeans. He stood up, looking up at Ibra and Audi who were both staring at him. The boy blinked innocently, and for whatever sake Audi was anxious with his cute looking face like a doll.

Audi let go of Ibra's embrace and immediately knelt down, likening her height to the boy. "Are you okay? There is something hurts?" the tanyanya was accompanied by a friendly smile.

The boy was just speechless with a flat face. Audi grimaced a little, looking up at Ibra who was also looking at him.

Not yet Audi spoke again, a beautiful woman with a glamorous look was seen approaching from a distance, she was a little running with her pointy shoes. "Oh My God, Alison! Why do you always make mommy hangers? Stop running, Smart Boy!"

Audi. Whahuh? So this kid speaks Indonesian? Is he an Indonesian too?

The petite beautiful woman immediately grabbed the boy named Alison beside her. I swear, for whatever reason Audi seemed to meet Korean actresses. The woman smiled kindly with a slightly guilty look at Audi and Ibra.

"Sorry, my son is active. He never stopped running, not even in a foreign place. Again sorry," he said. His voice was as gentle as an angel's whisper.

The woman nodded, her smile very beautiful and beautiful, as gentle as the goddesses Audi saw in the fantasy film. "really. You're Indonesian too, right?"

Audi smiled nodding, as did Ibra who uttered a small smile that looked friendly. The woman reached out to Audi. But he had not yet mentioned a name, a heavy voice called out to him from behind.

"Plums?"

The woman turned her head and instantly carved a wide smile. In the minds of Audi and Ibra, that man must be her husband.

His stature was tall and well-built, seemingly a few centi under Ibra. His face was very handsome and resolute, but his aura could make Audi seem to freeze in place.

Audi felt a circle of arms on his waist. He looked up and found Ibra starting to be possessive even though invisible. Ibra looked at the couple in front of them kindly, in stark contrast to the man in the suit who was staring at Ibra a little sharply. Wherever they are the bourgeoisie with no limit money.

Not daring to stare any longer at the man, Audi immediately turned again to the woman and her son. Funny, they're both so similar.

"Shop's done meeting?"

"Hm, already. Let's go home."

"To the hotel?"

"Mansion."

The woman seemed to breathe. "But Alison still wants to play." He seems to want to argue.

"Oh, please, Honey?"

What do they argue about, maybe there was a bit of a disagreement before? Audi does not know and can only be silent to be a listener, although it seems awkward.

Audi turned to Ibra, threw a small smile before looking down at the boy who had been watching him and his husband for some time. His roar looked curious, typical of a very small child.

Audi also threw a grin at the boy, he slightly bent down to reach for his soft cheeks that were as smooth as the surface of the mochi. "Whose name are you?"

The boy was still silent and silent. Well, apparently he drops the papa who is currently arguing a little with his mother about the problem of going home.

"What's your name?" The prank-tongued audi was in English, and the child prodigy immediately replied in a squeaking tone.

"Alisson Tjandra Wiranata."

"Wow," murmured Audi.

"Boy, come on!" The man Audi guessed was the father of the child holding Alisson away from Audi. Even wordlessly abandoning them, despite a small nod at him and Ibra as a gesture to excuse me.

Audi grimacing. Is that how rich people say goodbye? Let alone this in the presence of a stranger, at least a little polite can, right? Hey, he even left his wife!

The beautiful woman who was still standing in front of Audi turned her head and grimaced. "I'm sorry for my husband's treatment. He ... a little dislike this country, so .. yeah that's it, a little fussy indeed, hehe."

"Yes, by the way, my name is Maria." This time the woman actually invited Audi to meet.

Audi responded in a friendly manner. "Claudia, and this is my husband, Ibrahim."

The woman named Maria nodded at Ibra. "Mrs. Ibrahim," he said small.

"It's nice to meet you guys. Too bad I have to leave now. Mari?"

The woman left, leaving Ibra and Audi still in silence, though the sound of music did not stop playing around them.

Audi turned to Ibra, as did Ibra who also returned his gaze. The man smiled shadyly, then again directed Audi to look out the window and observe the atmosphere of the night sky in Tokyo.

Audi also forgot the arrival of the small family that had paused their romance.

"Mas Ibra?"

"Hm?" Ibra muttered from the top of her head. As usual the man was laying his chin there, already like the most favorite position for Ibra. "Why, Honey?"

"Rape, hehe. Buy ramen, yuk? The restaurant is still open, right? That moeslim friendly, you know?"

"Don't know. You hungry? Let's go get some food."

In contrast to his words, Ibra actually increasingly tightened his embrace. "Before a while, Mas is still at home here," he said, sipping the fragrance of Audi's hijab.

Audi did not refuse because he also felt comfortable. After all, his hunger was not too obvious.

Audi leaning in a decapitation Ibra. The two smiled at each other looking at the expanse of lights under the tower. Tokyo looks so small, even Tokyo Tower which from a distance looks like the Eiffel Tower is inferior to their current position.

"Cla?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

Audi chuckled slightly up. "Tumben speaks English?"

Ibra usually expresses love in Indonesian that sounds simple.

"Nob pantes, huh?"

"Pantes - just pantes, just ticklish." Audi sniggers.

Ibra snorted with a small smile, her mouth sinking momentarily over Audi's head.

"Aishiteru," cetus Ibra next.

But again - again Audi felt amused. He laughed while hitting Ibra's arm. "Apaan, anyway, Mas Ibra. Haha ..."

"Eu te amo."

Audi is back.

"Kocham ciebie."

"What language is that?"

"Polish."

"Yes kez sirumen."

"Hm?"

"Armenia" said Ibra to answer Audi's confusion.

"Thou, ah. Don't understand."

Ibra also chuckled amusedly. "Well, we speak Sundanese, okay?"

"Try" challenge Audi.

"Aa nyaah ka anjeun. Uh, wrong, Aa loves Neng. Hahaha ..."

"Kok laughing, sih~" whined Audi.

Ibra seemed to have trouble holding back laughter. "It's the most real love for you, Cla."

Audi was a manyun, yet he was also silently holding back a smile. How her heart was so blooming like sakura. Ibra is a form of happiness that completes the sheet of his life, and may Allah perpetuate their household. Hopefully he and Ibra can continue side by side in his trust.

"Audi also really love the same Mas~"

Hearing that, Ibra stopped laughing, smiling at Audi. Slowly his face lowered, landing his lips over Audi's plump and seductive lips. Ibra will never get tired of its fresh and sweet taste.

Both are closed and dissolved in the smell of intimacy, until without feeling the time of instillation midnight.

Audi and Ibra, they are two people who are happy to feel the freshness of love. With a beautiful sakura country background, and spring welcomes them brightly.