Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 14

"Bra," call Ben.

"Stop calling me that" said Ibra lazily.

Ben laughed a little and patted his shoulder. "Yes keep what? When should I call you Rahim? The ib? Ih, not very good. Your name is long. If I call you last name, I'm sure you'll call your father."

Ibra doesn't say anymore. To him debating a name was a futile matter.

"Whose phone?" ask Ben curiously. He then moved his eyebrows up and down. "Definitely that girl again, the religious perfector? Aye, right?" Ben still remembered very well the sentence bucin Ibra which he inevitably made the material teasing. "Your voice is as soft as sheep's fur, hahaha ..."

Ibra clucked the man with the pea skin she had previously eaten. Ben who was folded made Ibra want to tie and smother the man's mouth to be silent.

Wonderful, man's mouth why it could be so noisy.

"Great, nih, already want to submit again like. But this one's serious, right?" Ben straightened the body that was originally curled up on the sofa. He looked at Ibra who was busy peeling the beans and eating them seriously. "Don't you just want to get married again?"

Nah!

Ibra throws Ben back in with a peanut shell. This time managed to make Ben flickering until the reflexes of Ibra he judged to have no feelings.

"Is it a wedding, is it thought that little kids play like that?" grunts Ibra again ate the nuts.

"That was what it used to be. If you don't play games, you might run the first night. Don't think I've forgotten how crazy you left your wife on the first day of marriage just for a task that can actually be replaced."

Ibra's rampage turned flat, and Ben realized it. Ibra got up to pat her pants and passed towards the kitchen. While Ben sighed on the spot. Ibra's mood changes every time she discusses her past marriage.

I don't know what happened until her best friend's house failed. But, as far as Ben feels Ibra was never really happy with his relationship with Shireen.

Ben does not know because Ibra also never revealed his personal life. Ibra is a type of man who is very protective of privacy, both himself and others.

Ibra and Ben, both close because fate brings them in the same task, controlling the number one man of the country.

Ibra and Ben live in a rented house, considering that the rusunawa is still in the construction stage, even they are reluctant to live in the dormitory that has been provided. Indeed, more than 70 percent of paspampres choose to live outside the dormitory, especially those who are married.

Ibra emerged from the kitchen door with two glasses of milk in hand. He returns to the sofa and holds out a glass of milk to Ben, with an indifferent look while ignoring Ben who receives the glass with blinking eyes.

"Thank you." Ben drinks the milk while not paying attention to Ibra.

As if it had become a habit since military training, the two often drank milk at dinner time. Not only physical exercise, they also forged a healthy diet every day.

Silent. Now they are silent in each other's minds. Ben felt a little bad for Ibra because of her words. He knew his slopp shouldn't be a joke.

Ibra breathed a rough breath. "No prob" he said briefly.

They were again dissolved in silence. There is no tension like a moment ago. Ben had already sensed the aura of Ibra being quite calm as usual.

"Tomorrow's training is attended by the vice president." Ben reopened his voice.

Ibra just muttered with an occasional sip of milk. His mind was still floating on Audi. How he can restore their relationship that has been stretched for several years.

He then turned to Ben who was watching TV in front of them. "Ben," call him.

"Hmm?" sahut Ben muttered.

Ibra hesitated before finally asking. "When someone hates us .. what should we do?"

As Ben turned his head, he stared back at Ibra strangely. Did he not hear wrong? Ibra asks how to deal with people while Ben himself knows here Ibra who has the most open and realistic thoughts.

"What?" the beanya could not resist the wonder.

Unknowingly Ibra stuttered. He threw away his face and focused his eyes on the television. "It's not so."

Unfortunately Ben who has been made curious does not accept being demonized just like that. Who told you to lure the kepo guy. Moreover, Ibra's face looks unusual.

"Who hates you?"

Ibra didn't say.

"A girl half your religion?" Ben did not give up immediately even though Ibra did not answer.

"God ..." Ben was flabbergasted in disbelief. He shook his head with eyes not separated from Ibra. "remarkable. A handsome and near-perfect Ibrahim Maulana Edzar, rich, job to be proud of, son of a chief prosecutor, has a beautiful mother ex-celebgram, why can someone hate? Moreover ... is this .. girl? I became curious as to what the shape of the woman was to make you upset for days. Oh, no, maybe months, am I right?"

Ben nodded. Now he understood what often makes Ibra daydream every time regardless of duty. Because not only this time, rather it was done Ibra since married to Shireen. Ibra so often found daydreaming like thinking about heavy things.

"wait. This girl ..." Ben seemed to remember. "Don't tell me you've liked this girl for a long time? Before marriage?"