Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 145

"You're going straight home?" Edzar asked the son who looked hurried after the meeting. Thankfully, it seems like their new business has a fairly high success rate.

Ibra used to be not very interested in business, but since leaving the military, between no other options, as well as thinking about realizing the wishes of his father-in-law who wanted him to switch professions to become a businessman, Ibra also want not to jump too. It turns out that after so long struggling in the field, Ibra feels quite exciting also manage every business with a much more fantastic and promising profit.

"Yes, Pi. Audi is not feeling well, pity if left for a long time," said Ibra, answering Edzar's question.

Edzar who walked along with Ibra out of the office, turned to look at it. "Audi's sick?"

"Yes, this morning he threw up vomiting until he couldn't eat. Once you want, even ask for guava. But I told Bik Ilah to make mastiin for Audi to eat. Hopefully he is submissive and not naughty" said Ibra.

Ibra pressed the remote control until the car rang. He opened the steering door and prepared to leave when Edzar suddenly held him back. "Wait, Son."

Ibra looked at the papi. "Why, Pi?"

"You said Audi was puking?"

Ibra.

"He asked for guava?"

Once again Ibra nodded. He did not understand why the papi repeated the question. Moreover, his look seemed to be meaningfully staring at Ibra.

"Yes, go home. If you want, tomorrow you can't go to work. Papa handles all the branches you hold," he said unexpectedly.

Ibra was clearly confused as well as worried. "Now, Pi? Later Papi ketapean again, you know? Udah, do not need, the branch that Ibra holds to be the business of Ibra. Papi just hold the rest. Is that our deal?"

"Bapies should start taking care of their health and less-reduced work time."

Edzar sighed. "Not for long. Two days, or three days is okay. You need to be mentally prepared at home. Fear if while working, you even more stress."

Ibra's forehead wrinkled deep. He tried to absorb the words Edzar who he thought was less connected and nervous.

"What stress?"

But again Edzar even gave a meaningful smile. "Just get ready. Don't be surprised but yeah?"

"What the hell?" confused deck.

"That's home." Edzar pushed Ibra's back to get into the car. He even closed the door while Ibra was still dumbstruck with a stupid look. "Be careful, don't speed. Before that try to ask your wife what she wants to buy while you're home."

After saying that, Edzar immediately switched to entering his own car. The man honked as he passed Ibra who was still flinching behind the wheel. Edzar shook his head while snorting. A small smile rose from the corner of his lips.

"Ai, I think we want to have a grandchild" he said, calling his wife.

While at home, Audi looked cranky because he felt his body had a slight fever. From morning he had not eaten rice, only fresh fruits that had been exhausted by how many kilos. Somehow the feeling of thirst and hunger continued to hit Audi. He was hungry, but could not eat rice.

Audi had told his home assistant to buy a meatball portion of jumbo. Add sambal with hot clear sauce, really Audi's favorite blend. But now he is hungry again.

Audi has contacted Ibra. He was happy when his phone was received on the first ring. Must be Ibra just happened to be holding a cell phone.

"Assalamualaikum, dear?" sapa Ibra's across there.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mas Darling~" reply Audi spoiled.

He was sure that at this time Ibra was frowning strangely. Bodo very, important Audi happy. I don't know why he wanted to spoil Ibra.

"When will I be home?" Audi asked in a soft tone that he rarely did. Ibra remained silent for a moment before answering.

"This is the way again. Why?"

Audi smiles. "Sir papa. Quickly home. Audi wants to hug me."

Ibra is really astonished. He remembered the words of the papi and asked. "Yes, Honey. You ... what do you want to buy?"

"Chicken geprek bangsu!" exclaim Audi spirit.

Ibra chuckles. I am glad Audi is eating. Though he did not know from the morning Audi's stomach was filled, although not by rice.

"The level you used to eat, right?"

"Yes. Quick yes, Mas, I'm hungry~"

Ibra chuckled again. He shook his head small, feeling anxious himself with Audi's whining voice. "Yes, honey .. Yes, Mas hang up first, huh? It's driving, you're not letting Mas drive on the phone?"

"Yes, hehe. I'll wait, Mas."

"Well," continued Audi.

"Work or Masnya?" god Ibra.

"Iihh .. both, hihi." Audi sniggers. "Mas Ibra is sweating today, right?"

Ibra. "Kok your question getting random?"

Not wanting to waste time, Ibra was forced to start the car and get out of the parking lot. He keeps his phone on the dashboard with the loudspeaker on.

"I asked Mas Ibra to sweat, right?"

Although confused as to why Audi asked that, Ibra still replied. "The grimace, dear. Rebahan aja dryetan, let alone Mas work from morning until afternoon like this, you still ask Mas dryetan what not?"

"Hehe, yes that's it. Ibra was careful. Audi's closing, yes, assalamualaikum ..."

"Wa'alaikumsalam," said Ibra to answer greetings. He then muttered. "It's so weird."

***

Arriving at home, Ibra was immediately greeted by a big Audi hug and smile. Surprisingly the woman continued to struggle until Ibra kept all the groceries in the kitchen. A few servings of beefy chicken for Audi and the rest of the house assistants, as well as roasted duck and sambal gami for Ibra himself.

"Darling? What are you doing here, anyway?" tanya Ibra. Because Audi does not stop rubbing his nose to the surface of the Ibra shirt that has been tangled all day he wears.

"Mas Ibra fragrant," replied Audi short.

Getting weird. Ibra just resigned with the adorable behavior of Audi. He struggled to remove food from the pockets of several crackle bags.

"This is the chicken?"

"Taro is."

Sighing, Ibra also kept the Audi section and called Bik Ilah to share the rest with the workers. "Sir, this is a favor, huh? The number is eight, all in part including Mr. Yanto and Mr. Jeje, yes."

Mr. Yanto is a security guard who guards the gate, while Mr. Jeje is a driver who often takes Audi anywhere. Ibra himself often uses his services if he is lazy to drive.

"Masya Allah .. have a good employer not kelulungan. May the sustenance of Eneng's husband continue, Neng?"

"Amijn ..." Audi and Ibra said at the same time.

After Bik Ilah went to bring portions of the hens, now Ibra lives alone with Audi in the kitchen. Ibra led Audi to sit in the bar, but when Ibra was about to sit in the other seat, he struggled because Audi did not want to take off the hug.

"Yes? Take it off, dong. How do you want to sit?" Ibra looked down at Audi who buried his face between his armpits.

"Astaghfirullah al adzim, Darling .. Why are you, anyway? This Mas want to sit down, my dear," said Ibra geregetan.

"But a minute, kangen~"

Ibra blinked, then looked up at the glittering lights above them. He was very confused, why the wife suddenly much more spoiled like this.

"She's hungry, want to eat? Let's eat? Take the rice first, we'll eat it together, okay?"

Kruyuuuk ...

"Tuh, your stomach sounds. Watch out, I'll take the rice."

As if not willing, Audi also distanced his body with pursed lips. Ibra rubbed a moment of Audi's hair, then passed to take the rice.

Before long he returned with two plates of warm rice and water to drink. Seeing the mound of rice, Audi suddenly shook his head feeling cool. "I don't want to use rice!"

Ibra stop. "Lho's? So, you want the chicken?" tanyanya's confused.

"Huum." Audi nodded.

"Have some rice, honey."

"No, I want a chicken."

Hearing the loud Audi, Ibra could not do much. It sidestepped the original rice plate for Audi, and served only a snot chicken in front of the woman.

"Please. If you change your mind say, huh?"

Audi just nodded. He began to busy tasting his order, as well as Ibra who is now preparing to eat with his roasted duck. Not only that, apparently Ibra also prepared other side dishes such as stir-fried bitter melon and of course pete, that one should not be missed.

Ibra who was enjoying eating sambel, required to stop and look at Audi. "What, Yang?"

"The outlook is not tasty~"

Ibra. "But that's what we usually buy in bensu. The level is also the same as what you normally order?"

Audi scowled, he actually looked enviously at the roasted duck smeared with gami sambal on the Ibra plate. "Mad's got better looks."

Ibra flinched for a moment, then chuckled. "Ooh .. Do you want this? Say, dong. It's a bribe, huh?"

Audi smiled broadly. He nodded enthusiastically at Ibra who was about to bribe him.

"Yes ..." Ibra held out a secomot of rice that had been combined with duck and stir-fried bitter melon. He knows Audi doesn't like Pete.

Audi chewed while nodding in satisfaction. "Enak. I couldn't eat rice."

Unknowingly Audi flounder. It was evident Ibra immediately stopped and turned to the woman with a smile that slowly receded. "What did you say?"

"Huh?"

"So what did you say? Not eating rice? From when? Morning?" ask Ibra streak.

Die up! Why should I be confused, anyway? Address to this interrogation.

Audi grimaced nervously. "That's ..."

Ibra sighed. "You're pretty stubborn too, huh? What did you eat from earlier?"

"Fruit" Audi's great-grandson. "But full, really. My stomach is until begah. Now just hungry again," he continued to seek a defense.

"Fruit?" Ibra was a little bit in disbelief.

"Yes. Didn't Mas Ibra ever say that vegetarians are good?"

Ibra no longer knew what to say. "Good indeed, Claudia. But you also need the intake of fat and animal protein. Life must be balanced. How much fruit can you eat all day?"

Audi scratched his forehead using the back of his hand. "I don't know. But ... the wine that Mas Ibra bought the import was ... it's over."

Silent. Audi thinks Ibra is angry. It's angry, it's wine costs 6 hundred thousand per-packing. But instead of being angry, Ibra actually seemed to waste his breath and returned to feed Audi.

But the man kept silent, Audi would be agitated himself made.

"Mas Ibra is angry?"

"No" replied Ibra.

"Mas Ibra is angry" Audi said.

Again, Ibra was breathing out. "Eat, Cla. Aaaf ..."

Audi received every mouthful of Ibra in silence. His eyes did not stop paying attention to the husband who was difficult to guess in his calm expression.

"Mas Ibra, iiih ..."

"I'm sorry. I'll change it, wine. Promise."

Ibra looked up, and she clucked to find Audi's eyes glazed over. "What, the hell, is it crying?" He rubbed the tip of Audi's eye using his clean left hand.

"Mas Ibra was angry because of his wine I finished ... Hicks."

I don't know what's with his mood, but Ibra's treatment just now really made Audi hurt and want to cry.

"It's not a wine problem" Ibra said. "But you're the same diet. I already know stomach acid likes recurrent, still can not set which one to eat which one is not allowed."

"It's also free to forbid you, there's never one you've followed. Mas forbid you eat spicy, you even want to eat seblak. Mas forbid you eat sour, you even delicious eating pineapple. It's not okay, but look at the portions."

"Hiks, sorry~"

Ibra did not answer. He again plucked the rice, sidelined the sambal attached to the duck meat, then fed Audi again. Audi who is afraid of getting in the omeli also has no choice but to accept the rice that Ibra feeds.

When I finished eating, Ibra remained silent. He did not even rebuke Audi when he climbed the stairs to their room. That guy must be taking a shower. While Audi is still faithfully sitting in the kitchen while lamenting his tears are more full of drama.

"Hiks, it's because of you. Why, the hell, you don't want to eat rice, son? Your father's angry, you know." Audi cried while talking to himself rubbing the stomach.

He did not know that Ibra had not gone up, and was now behind him. Ibra turned back because she found something in their room.

"Cla?" call it slowly, making Audi instantly stinged.

Audi's body stiffened as he looked back. He immediately wiped his brazen flowing tears. Audi looked at Ibra nervously. "M-mas Ibra? How come it's not a shower?" His voice is still in the air.

Ibra shook her head not to answer, but her eyes looked down at something in her hand. Audi followed Ibra's direction of view and re-made glued.

"You're wearing a testpack?" The question came out of Ibra's mouth. He looked up at Audi again.

Still dissolved in his emotional hormones, Audi nodded while gulping slowly. "Yes," his great-grandson resembled a whisper.

"But it doesn't know right or right. He said, we should still check with the doctor or midwife," continued Audi parau.

Audi looked up at Ibra's expression which was just petrified. That makes Audi nervous. What kind of atmosphere is this? This is not the response Audi expected. He wanted to be like the artists who recorded when showing a pregnancy test on the husband, kept the husband cheering happily while holding and twisting his wife's body.

Failing already is Audi's intention of creating romantic content so. Where is Ibra flat-flat. It was like Audi was screaming at the man. Basic insensitive!

"Mas Ibra?" call Audi carefully. He was awkward because Ibra kept quiet.

Then before long the man chuckled while massaging the base of his nose with an expression of disbelief. "Might not be aware of this" he whispered slowly, more to himself.

Ibra lowered her hand and looked at Audi. If Audi does not misinterpret, the highlight is mixed with pleasure, haru, at once unexpected. Ibra again laughed softly, this time while scooping Audi's body into a hug.

Ibra hugged Audi tightly, so tightly that it felt like Audi had trouble getting oxygen to breathe. "Masya Allah, Cla ... How foolish it was not to realize this from the beginning. He was completely blinded by worry. How evil Mas even omelin you, even though you are difficult to sort out food. I'm sorry, honey. Astaghfirullah al adzim, what kind of husband is this Mas."

Ibra endlessly voiced her regret in the arms of Audi. He rubbed, smelled, and inhaled deeply the scent of the wife's hair that he knew yesterday had just received treatment.

"I'm sorry, Cla. Sorry, Sweetie." Ibra no longer knew what to say. His eyes are full of happiness. Ibra was crying, as if she had just gotten a reality born from a dream.

Audi hugged Ibra back and sobbed more and more in the man's arms. They cling to each other, sharing a sense of pleasure that blends into a euphoria.

"Yes, Mas. I'm more than happy and full of drama, hiks. Mas Ibra must have thought I was weird all day."

Ibra smile. He stroked Audi's head gently with feeling. "Indeed. But Mas happy every time you spoiled the same Mas."

"Times?" ask Audi raucous.

"Hm. Anxious."

"So .. This is really positive right, honey? Seriously, Mas still did not expect to be able to hold and see this directly. I used to see Mami, now Mas actually saw having his own wife," said Ibra full haru. "You're really good at making surprises, Cla."

Audi brushed his nose wet, and wiped it with an Ibra shirt that was now wet. "The smell was a surprise, but it failed" said Audi.

"When I had the camera ready in the room," he continued grumbling. "If Mas Ibra does not use any angry event, maybe I have succeeded in making romantic content ala IG artists! Hicks!"

Ibra smiled in response to the complaint. "You're a former IG artist, there's no need to be dizzy anymore. What is the benefit of trying? Happy is all we feel."

"Yes but still I want to capture~ gatel" Audi rubbed his feet urgently.

In the middle of their chatter, suddenly a voice burst into shock at the two. "Silence, Audi. Your hopes are not dashed, dear. Because Mami has captured this happy moment since. Complete and reliable!"

"Mommy?" the Beo Ibra and Audi are almost identical.

"Kok, can Mami be here?" ask Ibra astonished. Audi also did not know when his mother-in-law was coming.

Safa seemed to lift her chin, wagging her hijab wrapped around it in the style of an old fashioned craftsman, showing her glowing face. "It's a good thing that you told Mami first. So Mami did not miss the news like you," he said insinuating Ibra.

While Ibra and Audi were still dumbfounded, Safa again fiddled with her phone she had just used to record. "Well, here's your live video edit. Aahhh smart Mami's times!"

The woman then ran to the front room. "A Uda! Uda! We really want to have grandchildren!!!"

"Mass?" murmuring Audi.

"Hm?"

"That's Mami why?"

"Don't know."

They were still both unmoved when they heard the crowded sound in front of the house. Not just the voices of Edzar and Safa, but Dava and Lalisa as well.

How could the parents be informed so quickly? Audi hasn't even told anyone.