Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 45

"Mama! Look, Ma, Kenan is handsome, right?"

Shireen smiled. "Yes, handsome."

"Hehe, the father who chose his hairstyle, said it fits in Kenan." Kenan immediately told me after his return with Ibra. He looked up to see Ibra standing beside him.

A plain smile was wide until both eyes narrowed, but Ibra's heart was a little bit sickened to see it.

He smiled as he rubbed the boy's head. "Udah afternoon, briefly magrib, enter the house, gih," said Ibra.

Ibra squatted staring at Kenan dear. His big hands rubbed both sides of Kenan's delicate face. "Don't be naughty, the same mother, diligent in learning, don't like the mallards when sleeping."

Kenan nodded obediently accompanied by an innocent smile. "Yes, Kenan is always learning to be like Dad. Isn't that right, Ma?" Kenan looked up at his mother.

Shireen nodded small. "Yes." Yeah."

"Yes, get in there" said Ibra ended by patting the top of Kenan's head.

According to Ibra's orders, Kenan ran into the house. Shireen himself was still standing outside with Ibra. The woman looked at Ibra awkwardly. "Wasn't you in?"

Ibra. "No, I went straight home" he replied short.

"At least have tea?" Shireen is still trying to offer.

"We have nothing to do, it will be slander" said Ibra telak.

Shireen grimaces shame. "Oh .. yes, sorry."

Ibra just nodded, then she unzipped her backpack and reached into something there. A thick enough envelope he gave to Shireen. "For Kenan."

Shireen stared at the old envelope she could have guessed. Ibra still routinely gives money to Kenan. This often makes Shireen want to return to Ibra. Not infrequently he thought to invite Ibra to refer, but it was clearly impossible.

" thank you. It's so good to still give us."

"Hm, equally. I'm home, assalamualaikum." Ibra rode a motorcycle and wore a helmet.

"Getishalight."

So fast time passed. In that afternoon Shireen was just greeting Ibra for no more than five minutes. The man seemed to want to leave quickly.

What else should Ibra do here? The guy's here obviously because of Kenan. The rest is not there.

Ibra props her bike under the twilight sky. Many things in his mind that make him pensive. Audi, Shireen, Kenan, what should Ibra do to them?

Ibra didn't want to lose Audi, but she couldn't ignore the message she had been entrusted with.

Audi does not like children so much, Ibra suspects that the girl can accept Kenan's presence later. But somehow Ibra still has to unite the realm of the two.

Ibra can't just focus on Audi while Kenan ignores it. Ibra can't just be glued to responsibility because she also needs an Audi to warm her life.

Ibra arrived at Kosan just as the adzan magrib reverberated. His breathing was long stifled when he dropped down on the sofa. A tired roar was clearly drawn on his face. Ibra was closed for a moment before rising up to clean up and worship.

Until then there was no reply from Audi. Somehow if Audi just refused his invitation. Maybe Ibra will spend her time back to Bandung because she has already taken leave. Ibra hopes that when it arrives Audi is also there, at least they have to talk for a while.

***

They just finished shooting at Marina Bay and will soon be leaving for Indonesia. Tian deliberately took a night flight because tomorrow Audi has another schedule to fill his Youtube channel.

"Yes, it's just a day."

Audi looked as if he was slacking on the sofa. Tian became a little pity to see the tired look of the girl. He has arranged all schedules and cancle new jobs so that Audi can vacation in the near future.

Poor, free to find money if not dipake. Although every trip they also while traveling, anyway. But lately Audi is asking for a holiday pure without the slightest working hours.

Turning to Audi who was fiddling with the phone, he found an Ibra message that he had not read yet.

From the clock the man sent a chat this afternoon, but Audi only had to open WhatsApp now.

Audi glued for a moment to read the contents of the message. Ibra wants to talk about Mba Shireen? That's the only question Audi didn't answer Ibra.

He also thought for a long time about Ibra's offer to invite him to meet. If Ibra is to be honest, does Audi have to give him a chance?

During this month Ibra still often send him chat, but always Audi ignore. Even Audi grimaced when scrolling their talk page which he thought was so sad.

There are only Ibra messages that line up to the bottom, without a single reply from Audi. There may be hundreds.

Has Audi been too cruel? He just wanted Ibra to reflect on his decision, because Audi felt Ibra would stay put if he did not act.

Audi almost dropped its phone when it got a new message from Ibra. Luckily his hand reflex was quick, otherwise his face might have been bruised from the impact of the object.

But it also makes Audi have to bear the shame. Because of that little incident he accidentally sent a random emoticon to Ibra. What the fuck is that spoiled sticker too? Idih, my goodness.

Mas Ibra: Is he asleep? What again?

Audi did not answer his shock. He still regrets the disgusting emotes and stickers he accidentally sent just now.

I don't know what Ibra was thinking because then he sent a laugh emot for his response to the Audi crowd.

Audi's a fool, why don't you just let that phone fall on your face? So timid, right.

"Ehem, ahem! Omo .. uhuk, uhuk!"

Tian turned to look at Audi's indistinct noise. "What, anyway, is dehem-dehem not clear? Where to cough again. A sprain?"

"I-it's .. it's nothing, hehe," replied Audi crisply.

What if he said he had just experienced something embarrassing? Gosh, this really ruined his prestige of over a month ignoring Ibra.

There are no elites. Already defend the ego so as not to reply chat, eh after chat even use emot lebay full of love.

Yes ampuuunnn ...

For the sake of EXO members, BTS and so on, Audi is more likely to fly to Korea right now if you do not remember there is work. Inevitably he had to go to Jakarta, a place where the existence of Ibra very exist there.

"Oh Allah, may I go home Mr. President there is a schedule of meditations at the Palace, so that Mas Ibra is also not wild, aamiin ..."

"Why are you doing that whisper again?" tanya Tian was strange.

"Diem, Mba, I again pray for the safety of my image and my prestige."