Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 26

It's down below.

Audi glanced at his phone displaying a message from Ibra. He had just finished dinner with Madam Tian. The woman is now in the bathroom completing her wishes.

Is Ibra downstairs? Well, what do you want, anyway. Audi is back again. Get down, huh? If not down to pity too, Ibra would have been hard to take his time.

After all, if Audi does not go down Ibra will continue to flocking him through messages and calls, or worse the man was desperate to go up.

Audi is a dilemma. And in the end he left the room, where it coincided Tian came out of the toilet.

"E-eh, where are you going?" he shouted at Audi.

"Get out! Just wait here!" audi then disappeared shut the door.

"Definitely Mas Ibra," muttered Tian. "That's their business." Tian decided not to interfere and laid himself on the bed.

Tian already knew about Audi and Ibra's relationship without that status. Dan Tian was unable to comment, rather reluctantly. He only regretted Ibra's attitude which he thought was less clear.

On the other hand, Audi just got out of the elevator and went straight out through the lobby. His eyes circled for a moment and found Ibra in the parking lot.

The man was still riding on his big motorbike while looking down to tinker with the phone. The black hoodie was attached loosely to his body, while his long legs wore matching jeans and white sneakers.

Audi approached slowly and greeted Ibra. "Mass?"

Ibra looked up and smiled. He kept his phone in his pocket, then pulled Audi's hand to get closer, rubbed his hair slowly and pinched his cheek for a moment.

Ibra took the white crackle that had been hanging from the handlebar of the motor. "The cheese banana" he said, handing it over to Audi.

Audi did not immediately accept, he stared at the gift of Ibra long enough. "I ate it."

"No, I'm not washing my mouth." Ibra is still.

Audi could only exhale and receive the crackle from Ibra's hands. He really likes bananas.

"Mas Ibra tumben his clothes relaxed. No more tasks?"

"Ooh ..." murmured Audi.

A moment of silence greeted them. Audi looked down and rolled his eyes everywhere as long as he did not look at Ibra.

"Road, yuk, a minute?" cetus Ibra's.

Audi looked at me confused. "Where?"

Ibra laughed crisply. "This is Jakarta, it's still eight o'clock anyway, there are still many places open."

Audi was silent for a moment, thinking. He researched her clothes that were only wrapped in satin pajamas, knit sweaters and flip-flops.

"You, huh? The next three days are not here anymore. The president's on a visit to Bali."

Ibra took back the banana from Audi's hand and hung it again on the handlebar.

Don't know what their connection is road and Ibra's gonna have to get out of town tomorrow. Audi finally nodded and rode the Ibra motorbike which was the height of the naudzubillah.

Ibra smiled and immediately started her motorbike. But before that he pulled Audi's hand forward to hug him.

Spontaneous Audi jumped, and before the girl pulled her hand back, Ibra had already held her back and said. "They won't take responsibility if you fall later."

Look, it can be a mode. Audi chose, however, according to no comment. Anyway ... he is also comfortable hugging Ibra.

After making sure Audi's hands did not move, Ibra began to run the motor slowly out of the hotel courtyard.

Audi hugged Ibra tightly because the night wind slapped her face and hair until it fluttered. Instead of his eyes sore, Audi better take advantage of the wide back of Ibra to dispel the wind.

Without Audi knowing Ibra smiled warmly every time he looked down at his embrace, and without Ibra realizing it Audi closed his eyes comfortably inhaling the man's scent.

He hoped that Ibra would not hear his beating heart in there, and he hoped that his heart would be fine after this.

Because ... Audi found understanding Ibra much more difficult than guessing the contents of a fictional novel. He does not know what plot twist will be faced in the future.