Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 144

"Hooeek ..."

"Hooeek ..."

The nausea hit Audi from waking up. His body felt weak as if it was not powered. Audi's face was pale, to the point that Ibra who was about to go to work also repeatedly noticed him with worry.

Ibra is neat with shirt and pants material, approaching Audi who is now bending in front of the sink. Raut Ibra was very anxious because from then on Audi did not stop vomiting. Even the food that just entered this morning was also out, even though there was no 2 minutes of Audi eating.

"Yes? You keep vomiting, huh?" Ibra asked while gently massaging the nape of the wife.

Audi did not answer. He really has trouble controlling the feeling of fruiting that covers the stomach up to his throat.

"Hooeek ..." Audi is back to vomiting.

The sound of water running filled the kitchen room that morning. Ibra told her home assistants to continue doing homework. They were worried about seeing Audi.

Audi wiped his mouth with water, he also gargled to remove the vomit marks that were still felt on the tongue. Finished gargling, Audi turned around, leaning limply against the edge of the sink, which Ibra then embraced to take him to sit in one of the dining chairs.

Ibra rests Audi's head on his shoulder. He also massaged the woman's forehead until now covered in fatigue.

When he saw one of his house assistants passing by, Ibra hurriedly called the middle-aged woman. "Bik! Bik!"

"Yes, Sir?" The aunt half-bent over. His eyes glanced at Audi in Ibra's arms.

"Please take eucalyptus oil, Bik, in the medicine box. Please, huh?"

Hearing that the aunt of course immediately nodded. "Good, Sir. Just a minute."

He ran away from the kitchen, and soon returned with a small bottle of eucalyptus oil that Ibra asked for.

"Thank you" said Ibra.

"Together, Sir. It's smeared on the stomach too, sir. Let's get anget."

"Yes" said Ibra. The focus is on Audi.

First Ibra poured a little liquid that has that distinctive aroma, then rubbed it thinly between the Audi nostrils.

"Darling?" call Ibra slowly.

Audi just muttered and squirmed a little looking for a comfortable position to lean in.

"Dizziness, right?" ibra asked.

Audi nodded and muttered short. "Hm."

"Mas olesin his stomach, huh? Here's your shirt strap opened first."

Audi opened its eyes. He briefly looked at Ibra with his eyes, then again closed while opening the sleeping kimono he was still wearing from last night. Audi hasn't had a shower this morning. They also did not have sex because Ibra was overtime in the workspace.

Now Ibra can freely unfasten Audi clothes, then apply a lot of eucalyptus oil according to the direction of Bik Ilah, the home assistant that Ibra had asked for help.

"In the chest as well, sir, let a little relief there, the feelings are bad there," said Bik Ilah, again telling Ibra.

"Yes, Bik. Sorry, yes, I'm not polite undressing my wife in front of Bibik." Ibra replied with a little slurping. He didn't want anyone to worry about seeing Audi.

Ibra could be as brave as it was Bik Ilah one of the assistants who had been loyal to work for the Edzar family for decades, so Ibra was already familiar with him.

"No papa, sir. Among other women, Bibik also understands the condition of Neng again concerned so."

Ibra's a little clucking. "I kind of can't accept Audi being called Neng, while I'm Dad. I'm like a father, you know, Bik."

"Yes the father candidate," replied Bik Ilah. "Prospective board father, prospective father of the children of Neng also, hehe."

"Bibik can do it" Ibra snorted.

Finished applying eucalyptus, Ibra again tied and tidied Audi's sleeping kimono. He held up his wife's chin which was limp and looked sleepy. Bik Ilah offered the warm lemon tea he had just made to Audi.

"Darling? Move to the room, yuk, sleep? This is the warm tea to drink first." Ibra's voice ran softly through Audi's ears, until he opened his eyes and glanced at the tea cup on the table.

Audi who found Bik Ilah was also there, immediately asked the woman something. "Sir, Bibik's not at the market today?"

Bik Ilah answered. "Stock food supplies are still a lot, Neng. What's the matter, Neng?"

Meanwhile Ibra put the lip of the glass to the mouth of Audi, a little forcing the woman to drink lemon tea made Bik Ilah. Audi sipped a little and then went back to talking. "You're jamaican guava, Bik. There's no, huh?"

Bik Ilah threw a glance at Ibra who also happened to glance at her. The man looked at the curious wife. "You want some fruit, honey? I think there are a lot of them in the refrigerator. Bentar, I'm taking it, huh? What do you want? Apples, melons, pears?"

"I want jamaica guava, Mas."

Ibra who was about to leave, immediately broke the intention. He sat back and looked at Audi in surprise. His eyes then turned to Bik Ilah who seemed to think. "Sir, is it now fruit season?" ask Ibra.

Bik Ilah nodded. "But if it's not the season anymore, it's always there, sir. Not sure, anyway. Sometimes there's no."

"No! There's gotta!" Audi said Ibra pleaded. "Buy, yeah, Maaass? Please~" It's a little whining, rocking Ibra's sleeve wrapped in a body-fitting shirt.

Ibra also breathed. "Yes, Bik, I'll buy it in the afternoon, okay?"

But Audi pursed his lips. "Can't it now? I want it as soon as possible."

"But I want it now, Mas," cluck Audi.

"OK, buy it now, eat it later after you eat rice. Okay?" breaking Ibra.

Audi nodded, the important thing is that the guava was immediately bought first. The problem of eating rice or not, later can be thought of after Ibra left for work.

"Mas not leaving?" Audi asked softly. They were already in the room, and Audi was lying down because his head was still dizzy. Bik Ilah has also set out to find the guava that Audi wants.

Ibra replied while continuing to massage the calves of Audi which he said achy. Even though the woman was just staying at home, why could all the leg pain?

"Aren't you telling me Mas pijitin?"

"Oh yes." Audi pulled his foot from Ibra's handcuffs. "Yes, Mas Ibra is leaving, gih. It'll be bad luck."

"You sure Mas's staying? Your face is still pale so, Mas so not calm."

"I'm not papa, Mom. Just eat it right after eating. Ibra leaves, there." Audi is kekeh because he does not want Ibra to regulate his diet. He really can't eat rice right now, he wants guava.

Ibra seemed hesitant, but he could not leave a job that was no less important. He's been overtime all night for a meeting with Edzar, the papi.

"But you're home, right, today? Not in the store?"

"No, it's Ajeng's turn to go there."

"Thank God" said Ibra.

The cosmetics store owned by Audi and Ajeng has started to develop very well. Sometimes Audi will go there to just see the development.

"But Mas remains heavy stayin you who are sick again gini."

Audi closed his eyes, trying to be patient and refrain from shouting to tell the man to leave.

"No papa, Mas. I said Mas Ibra just go. I'm already sana~" whine Audi.

"You're such a big ngusir Mas?"

"Neither. Did he say Mas Ibra had a new business meeting with Papi?"

"Yes. But I can ask permission not to come."

"Can't! Still have to work. This is not a matter of wealth, but consistency that must be maintained. Didn't I ever say that?"

Audi's words pushed Ibra apart. He took a breath and threw it away slowly. "Yes, I'm leaving. You're not papa, are you?" Ibra made sure once again. Audi is a bogey itself made.

"Grandfather, astaghfirullah .... I'm not alone at home. There's a bibik - the same aunt in front of the security guard."

Also true. But why did Ibra feel this way?

"Yes, I'm leaving, huh?" Ibra started to move even though it was heavy. He sat back down as Audi waved to get closer.

"Here first."

"Why?"

Audi did not reply, but his clasped hands slapped his shoulders up to Ibra's chest, intending to tidy up the man's shirt which he thought was a little tangled.

"What's his passion for work, huh, honey?" said sweet Audi.

The light of the matter made Ibra singed a shady smile. His hands also lifted rubbing his woman's face before anchoring kisses on the forehead and lips. "Yes, Honey. Thanks, it's been my encouragement."

Their lips met again and exchanged saliva for a moment. Ibra puts her face away, rubbing the wet edges of Audi's lips. "Mas is leaving."

Audi nodded. "Be careful on the road."

Ibra smile. "Yes, Honey. You don't have to move forward. Good at home, let's not get more anxious. Assalamualaikum?"

"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Audi.

After Ibra left, Audi patiently waited for Bik Ilah, hoping that the woman carried the guava that she somehow wanted so much now.

Luck sided with Audi, Bik Ilah returned about 30 minutes after Ibra departed. Now a bag of jamaica guava crackle was plastered in front of Audi, making him swallow repeatedly to see the sparkling red color.

"Neng, have you eaten yet? Wasn't she vomiting?"

Audi grimaced, he who was just about to bite the guava that had been washed and cut, became gloomy as he looked up at Bik Ilah.

"Bibik don't tell Mas Ibra," please Audi.

Bik Ilah actually observes Audi deeply. Suddenly he remembered something. "Audi's bells this month have not come this month yet?"

Audi. "Why did my aunt ask? I guess .. not yet. Is it still the beginning of the month? But last month the date crossed from the end of the previous month."

Bik Ilah nodded in understanding. "Although so, try to check, Neng."

"Guin' what, Bik?"

"Pregnancy test tool," said Bik Ilah. He was already suspicious from Audi vomiting and asked to buy guava suddenly. If the assumption is correct, the employer is now pregnant young.