Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 19

Ibra's message was ignored. Audi only read without even once intending to reply to the man's joke.

Right, he thinks Ibra is being funny. The man was blatantly trying to grab Audi's attention at all costs. Unfortunately Audi was lazy and hoped Ibra would just give up.

Audi feels like Ibra is like a man who does not know himself who does not reflect on mistakes. They both know the estrangement that seizes, but Ibra seems blind and behaves like nothing happened.

What does Ibra really want? Their relationship that comes back close like a brother and sister? Relationships that always make Audi often feel pain themselves because too high put hope.

Maybe Ibra is happy with their closeness like that. But Audi, without the man knowing it, often strengthens the heart. Carefully guarding the look of the face whenever Ibra began to show interest in other women, every time Ibra told me about the girl he liked, Audi seemed to be required to let it taste.

He was required to be silent for the sake of attachment of two families. He did not dare to step over the line and must be satisfied when he realized the maturity increasingly took away their togetherness.

Audi is aware that something like this is happening. He and Ibra will not be together. They both have different ways of life.

But still, sometimes the fact that makes the heart of Audi amazing sore. Remembering him and Ibra will one day no longer stand side by side. Ibra with her family, and vice versa.

And now what?

The fact about the divorced man was shocking, but his sinless approach to Audi made Audi seem to be toyed with.

Does Ibra think she can still treat Audi like a beloved sister after everything that happened? How are you doing that guy who ignored her for 3 years? It's funny if suddenly Ibra is intensively looking for attention like now.

"Di, down yuk. Find food." Ma'am Tian emerged from the bathroom with her cell phone.

Audi who had been lazy on the sofa while watching TV was reluctant. "Can't you order that?"

Tian clucked. "Yee .. si Neng. From that moment on mutekem mulu in the room. Not bossy what? Ma'am even went back and forth up and down, and you're still hanging out there. Ck, ck .. great."

"Lazy ..." lamented Audi. He then laid his body on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Tian clucked closer to him, pulling on Audi's arm for the girl to wake up immediately. "Can't be made up by eating! Comeup! Tomorrow you shoot, even if you have to stay fit for a while, one of them is eating on time!"

With a sullen face Audi rose to follow the pull of Mbak Tian. He picked up the phone before following the woman out of the room.

Elsewhere, Ibra and some of his colleagues were assigned to escort the president to a hotel with his family. They want to attend the wedding of one of the relatives at a luxury hotel in Central Jakarta.

Following the situation, tonight Ibra and other fellow paspampres wore batik for duty. Remembering their clothes is indeed free and flexible because it lives following the object. This is what Ibra likes, they are not required to always dress formally.

It all depends on the leader of the country. Every leader has different rules. But for this era Ibra admitted all paspampres felt more casual and populist.

They were no longer intimidating, the frightening specter that had been inherent in the ultimate impression of black stealth was now beginning to fade by itself.

Even so they still can not be separated from the weapons just in case.

"Vailable monitor, eagle one."

Ibra touched his ear when he heard the voice of one of the sniper colleagues. "Eagle one is here."

He and the president's entourage were walking into the hotel lobby. While the sniper team is already stanby on one of the roofs of the building.

"Position test, all safe?"

"Ready, all safe."

Ibra saw some of the other elite forces that had already secured the lobby situation. They combed the road for the president and his family and directed to a special elevator that had been prepared by the hotel manager.

That's when, just before Ibra entered with the president he saw Audi who also came out of one of the elevators there.

For a moment Ibra's body seemed stunned when their eyes met. Audi looked at him too. In contrast to his desire to directly approach the girl, Ibra and all the demands of his work must be satisfied just by seeing the idol from afar.

Ibra continued to nail his gaze as the elevator door closed and swallowed the existence of Audi who had made his focus divided. He let out a faint breath, spreading his gaze across the crowded elevator by the president's family chatter, including the funny babble of his grandchildren that momentarily made Ibra able to get Audi out of mind.

The limited load of the elevator allowed only Ibra and one colleague to follow the president to the floor, the other to use a different elevator. A number of other paspampres were also assigned to guard the lobby.

Given that, suddenly Ibra wanted to exchange places with her friends. That way Ibra could be more free to see Audi who turned out to stay at this hotel.

My God, just this time Ibra felt impatient at work.