Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 151

Three months passed, now the content of Audi entering the age of 4 months. Ibra's house is already crowded by large families who want to attend the Thanksgiving event. All preparations are almost one hundred percent complete, only one catering menu that is still in the stage of deprivation.

For the rice box, Mami Safa was picking her up with Oma Halim. Neighbors have been invited to study. While Audi, he just sat back at everyone's request.

Ever since he discovered the slightest flek some time ago, Ibra strictly forbids Audi from doing anything. The man was more and more protective of Audi. Even Ibra to make an impromptu elevator as an intermediary downstairs and upstairs so that Audi does not go up and down the stairs.

Ibra really over panicked every time Audi grimaced because of something, even when Audi prank or accidentally let out such a sound that it might sound in pain.

Audi is tired of sitting, but every time he gets up must be glared. Ibra has a special bodyguard who watches over Audi every time he leaves. Who else if not Jeno? Suddenly the boy was so obedient to his sister-in-law. Audi was surprised, Jeno must have been lured something by Ibra, or maybe even Ibra had given him money and expensive items. A perfect bribe.

"Mba, I said Mas Ibra, here." That's what Jeno says every time Audi wants to move on or do something that he thinks is heavy.

Never mind cooking, helping to count boxed rice alone is not allowed. Ibra hyperbole like this has just met Audi, this is the most severe, and it turns out that the attitude of Ibra is so very disturbing.

Ashar Adhan is heard echoing from several mosholas and mosques in the area around the house. Just then Ibra's car entered the yard. The husband was not alone, apparently he was with Edzar who somehow they could be with one car. Whereas Audi knows, Ibra is not scheduled to caffe today, he just said there are activities in the party. Maybe after Ibra stopped by to visit the caffe, so he and Papi Edzar can come together.

"Assynogaal?" greet the two as soon as they enter the living room.

Audi, who happened to be sitting there with Jeno, stood up in welcome. "Wa'alaikumsalam ... Papi same Mas Ibra how can I go home together?"

First Audi greeted Edzar, then kissed Ibra's hand which then immediately embraced Ibra in a light decapitation. The man kissed her forehead briefly as they walked into the house.

Papi Edzar asked Audi a question. "Yes, Ibra stopped by the caffe first. Because from the beginning Papi did not bring a car, yes already, Papi nebeng aja Ibra," kekeh he. "Jen? You're here?" He then approached Jeno and joined her on the sofa.

"Yes, Om. Um just came home?" Jeno shakes Edzar's hand. A question that is often asked when a base is stale. But even so Edzar still exuded a simple smile while patting a glimpse of the nephew's shoulder.

"Yes, just got home. Where the road was a little jammed earlier."

Leaving the two behind, Ibra took Audi into the elevator to climb to the second floor of their room. The man could not escape embracing his wife while occasionally smelling her smell.

"How was today? Any complaints? How's our son?" ibra asked as soon as the elevator doors closed. His big hand outstretched rubbing Audi's stomach that has been seen protruding behind the negligee.

Audi smiled, rubbing Ibra's hand on her stomach. "Alhamdulillah, fine. Our son is also kind, not fussy."

"Non't cravings? Do you usually ask for something?"

Still smiling, the audience nodded. "No, it was just eating rujak aja, madein Bibi. Keep Jeno jajan know round, I ask, deh, hehe."

Ibra chuckles at Audi's nose. "Definitely you're abysine?"

Nyengir. "Hehe, yes. How, know?"

"You know, your habits are. Ask for but like abisin."

They had reached the second floor, Ibra led Audi into the room while he began to open one by one shirt buttons. Audi who saw the reflex helped Ibra take off the clothes.

Ibra smiled, occasionally he stole kisses on the forehead and lips, although it ended with a sip and bite that always managed to make Audi and Ibra float.

Both are almost late, even Ibra had pushed Audi lying in bed and confined there, but Ibra remembered with Audi's pregnancy which finally made Ibra inevitably away.

"Almost Mas kebablasan," murmured Ibra with a slightly heavy breath.

Audi itself was already panting beneath it. He frowned because again Ibra avoided every time they wanted to touch more deeply. "What's wrong, Mas? Did we often too?"

Ibra looked at Audi in the shade, he looked at his wife as he pulled his little hair out. "We're off first, honey. Fear our baby why - napa if too often. And a week ago, you did it, right? The doctor said because we have sex too often, so it should be reduced."

Audi frowning. "Mas is not reducing, but actually stop touching me. Wh why? Don't you want to see my fat body anymore? But Mama said, I'm not fat, really, still being. Mama also said that. Papa and Papi as well" he said while he was a manyun.

Sighing, Ibra looked back at his wife. Facing a pregnant Audi does require more patience. So many changes in emotions that Ibra felt happened to the woman, the thing that makes him automatically have to learn again to master themselves in order to maintain peace between them.

"Not lust, dear. If you know how often Mas refrained from seeing you seliweran around Mas, Mas it feels like you want to snatch you. But remember, our son needs us to rest for his own comfort in your stomach."

"And again, you're not fat for the size of a pregnant woman. You see your body is still ideal. That's enough, it even looks fresher because your weight is getting more and more. You used to have a hard time gaining weight. True what Mas said, you when pregnant must be more sexy. Precisely your body like this makes it harder for Mas to hold back. Plump, but not fat. More on the scale that makes Mas anxious to squeeze here and there."

Audi folded his lips blushing. He looked at Ibra shyly - shy, an expression that looked so adorable in Ibra's eyes that the man chuckled, showering Audi's face with a kiss.

"But if you want .. we still have another way to play, really," continued Ibra with a seductive face staring at Audi. "Where? Want to try another option?" he grins.

"Okay, who's afraid? I guarantee Mas Ibra will be more satisfied than the previous games."

***

Tasyakuran held after the magrib prayer. The invited neighbors had already come to fill the front room. Ustadz who will lead is an elder of one of the major pesantren in the Bandung area.

Everything is ready, the congregation is sitting lined up against each other. Audi and Ibra sat with ustadz in front of a small pulpit made specifically to highlight the host.

The opening began. The series after series of event processions take place one by one smoothly. The recitation of a number of suras from the holy verse of the Quran triggered a rumble until the atmosphere of the room became crowded. Audi also taught, read one of the suras fervently, as well as Ibra who even unwittingly shed tears.

How the hearts of the two couples were unfolding beyond measure. Audi occasionally rubbed his stomach slowly, feeling the presence of the child whose gender was not yet known.

Audi just do'a, whether it's a boy or a girl, the important thing is to be born healthy and perfect without any shortcomings. Because that is what every parent in the world expects.

The rumbling of the holy verse slowly subsided, signifying that most people had finished reading a full surah that had previously been divided according to agreement. Then Ibra's turn to pronounce the sentence tashdiq as a closing, he also kissed the Qur'an in his hand with a face that expressed a solemn feeling.

Audi followed with another, finally all surah readings were over, and continued with do'a readings by ustadz.

After the event, the pilgrims who want to go home are given rice boxes as a token of gratitude to Audi and Ibra and family. All the processions were completed peacefully, as expected.

All the guests have gone home, one by one the family began to leave the big house Ibra, leaving their parents and Oma Halim who really intend to stay.

"Racid?" Ibra asked as she shifted her seat towards Audi. They are still sitting on the carpet of the former event.

The room was empty to leave them both, and the home assistants who went back and forth to clean up the dishes used food.

Ibra grabbed Audi's leg until it rested on his cross-legged thigh. He massaged his wife's limb wrapped in leggings and a family uniformity. Audi let the action with a comfortable look. Occasionally he is closed to enjoy Ibra massage.

"Cuman tired a little, waist and butt also feels sore, maybe because of the slow sitting," said Audi answer the question Ibra.

Ibra nodded in understanding. He continued massaging the calves of Audi while occasionally circulating his gaze, looking at the passing of people who were berberes room.

"Wanna eat?" ask Ibra.

"Still full. Before the event I had time to eat" replied Audi. "But I think I want brownies, man, Mas. Kira - I guess there's no in the kitchen, huh?"

"Brownies?" Ibra stop massaging. "Would you like brownies?"

"Huum."

"Yes, look in the kitchen, okay?" Ibra removed Audi's leg from his thigh, then got up, ready to move on to find something that his wife wanted.

Audi nodded. "If not, Mas Ibra bought it again, huh? I really want to."

"That's for sure, dear."

Audi's smile grew so wide that his eyes seemed to narrow. "Mas Ibra is good, huh. Audi is becoming more and more affectionate. Not just Audi, but our son too. Yeah, right, kid? We are so sorry for Dad."

Hearing this Ibra smiled shadyly. A warm feeling spread in his heart, presenting a sense of happiness that overflowed until Ibra did not know how many more times to say thanks to the Creator.

Ibra's happiness is now increased not only Audi, the little angel who will be present in a few months will be among them a star that is ready to surround Ibra with all kinds of rays and light. Ibra here is like a shaft to them. He is the head of a family that God willing is ready to guide Audi and their children, as well as the next candidates who might be God entrusted in the following years.

Ibra could not wait for that day to come, the day she was surrounded by her wife and children until they grew up.

Lord, how perfect are your plans for our lives. No day we pass without being grateful for the blessings you give. Although all are not spared from the trials that hit us, but we believe, all of them are a form of Your love so that we can be more obedient and improve morals according to Your way.

May after this another happiness be no less special and marvelous, may my wife and I be able to survive in togetherness we achieve Your pleasure throughout the marriage. May he also be included in the ranks of the future angels of Your heaven, and we may be together until the end until the next, aamiin yes rabbal alamiin ...

Claudia, you are an angel in our marriage. You are the queen in the life of Mas, who until anytime will occupy the highest throne after Mami in the heart of Mas.

Steady, Honey. Stay on the Mas side. Be patient in every test that will come. Believe me, and go through it along with a trough of patience that we will certainly build in the palace of both of us.

For Claudia, the love of Mas, let us walk together, reaching for the pleasure of God through the worship that we will go through in the household ark that God willing, mawaddah, and warohmah.

Aamiin allahumma ...