Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 32

"Good morning!"

"Morning, morning, morning!"

Cheers of spirit echoed in a room. The president's elite security forces are marching in a perfect manner. As is the custom before starting duty, they will brief first and hear the commanding officer's direction.

Mas Ibra: Just finished the morning apple. What is your stomach? Did mendingan?

Audi read Ibra's message. The man sent a selfie in which the paspampres had just taken off the line.

So far Ibra is still trying to tell others as possible. Audi quite salute, even though he knows Ibra's busyness is not his solid play.

Audi replied to Ibra's message. "Udah."

The man no longer retaliates, maybe he immediately served, Audi should start to get used to things like this.

He is free today. Something that Audi is very grateful for because his body is not fully fit. This is what Audi hates every time it comes to the moon, the whole body feels bad. The load has no energy.

Audi didn't expect it, he still thought it was a dream. A few years ago togetherness and Ibra seemed impossible to be re-achieved. But now they exchange messages. Salah, more precisely Ibra who throws sweet attention at him.

Can Audi be happy now?

"In, down, yuk. Eat." Tian was already dressed and wearing a hijab.

She had just finished her shower after Audi.

"Can't be in the room, Mba? My stomach is still uncomfortable" complained Audi.

Not what, his stomach is still twitching.

"It should be used the streets so that the blood circulation is smooth. If you keep quiet so much the pain will continue to feel."

"But lazy, Mba. I swear." Audi still wants to avoid.

"When did you become a gini introvert? Come on, ah."

With a lazy Audi got up following Tian who invited him down to eat at the restaurant. They ordered a breakfast menu and sat down in one of the chairs.

The still unwell Audi could only keep quiet when Mbak Tian opened the news on his phone, and it seemed like the woman was also checking Audi's instagram.

Tian's smile instantly rose. "Tuh, right, really. Your followers are crazy, Di. Why did you delete the same post as Gavin? It's good that many of his followers drop by."

Audi breathed. "What are you looking for, Mba? Five million is enough for me. And now it's 7 million, that's it."

"Who knows more. Wouldn't it be good?"

Audi fell silent. "It's not good to know that people are too famous. I want to be normal, Mba. After all, that too has given me a fortune that is alhamdulillah great."

In the past, Audi was happy if its followers increased. But now somehow it feels ordinary, as if he is tired of all the fame.

"The more the bigger too. But yes, it is optional. Up yours. If you want more up again yes come on, if not Mba no meaning," break up Tian.

Tired of waiting for an order that has not yet arrived, Audi took his phone and casually opened Ibra's instagram.

And one thing that Audi realized after a long time not looking at the man's account, Ibra had never posted a photo of Shireen, even a wedding photo. Did he remove it after the divorce?

I don't know, but suddenly Audi was curious about Ibra's previous home life.

"Please, Mba." A waiter came to break Audi's curiosity.

"Eh, thanks." Ma'am Tian replied quickly.

"Either. Hope you enjoy our meal." The waiter then left Audi and Tian who were about to start eating.

For a moment Audi put aside the things that concern Ibra. He also needs energy to think about Ibra's questions the other day.

***

Unlike the previous nights, Audi's phone felt silent because Ibra did not contact or send him a message. Maybe the guy is busy.

Actually can not be said to be quiet as well, Audi phones every day get message notifications, whether it's WhatsApp, instagram, email, and other social media. But Audi rarely pitches if it's not about work. It was also a matter of work he must have thrown at Tian.

Audi glanced at Tian who was already asleep beside him. Poor thing, that woman must have been tired all day caring for him. Audi felt guilty for making things difficult for his manager this afternoon. The influence of mood makes Audi's emotions unstable, plus he secretly expects news from Ibra.

Audi knew that Ibra, a soldier, did not allow the man to contact him 24 hours. There is a message 2 times a day alone should be appreciated. In the break time was not necessarily Ibra holding a mobile phone.

The man once said he only had 10 percent of a day to touch the flat object. Audi can not imagine how tired physical activity and tasks that Ibra lived so far.

Deserve Aunt Safa often complains and is upset to think about her son who rarely comes home. Not only did he not come home, Ibra also rarely gave news.

Indeed, anyway. When Ibra first entered akmil still mending. But after the level of his education is getting higher Ibra is like living in another world.

Audi had even witnessed how sad Aunt Safa because her son had 2 eid not come home. Audi was self-spirited at the time.

Ibra had just graduated from officer school and had one year joined the Kopassus army. The rest of Audi does not know the career journey of Ibra.

All he knew was that Ibra was already an officer, more precisely the first officer.

Ting!

One clink appeared on Audi's phone. Seeing that he hurriedly checked it and again had to be disappointed because it was not Ibra who sent the message, but Ajeng his best friend.

The girl told Audi that she was working with her fitness coach. Oh my God, Audi is thinking about Morgan. Audi hopes the man doesn't hurt. Who told you to buy time and prestige. The ending was taken by people, right?

That night Audi slept still with a cell phone. I wish Ibra had contacted or at least sent a message. But back again to the fact that Ibra is a soldier, let alone he escorts the number one country special.

Not sure when it is free, it is not necessarily enough to rest, let alone hold a mobile phone.

Good night, Mas Ibra.

That was the last message Audi sent before falling asleep. Since their relationship improved a little Audi has had more difficulty controlling his feelings for Ibra. Understandably, he had admired the man since the toddler.