Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 52

"You go in first, huh? I think I should go to the shop first. Front tyre seems to lack wind, deh. It's not good to be on it" Ibra said as they arrived at the hospital parking lot.

He and Ibra had just returned from looking for food. Audi deliberately refused to buy breakfast near the hospital, because somehow he seemed to want to keep Ibra away from the region.

And as Audi expected, Ibra and its weaknesses could not resist Audi's wishes. This makes Audi quite proud of itself.

"Times, anyway, Mas? Yeah, I'm coming, we're going straight home, okay?"

"It can't be dong, Cla. The minimum farewell was Shireen and Kenan. Especially if I promise Kenan. Not good," said Ibra asking for understanding.

Audi tried to refrain from being too selfish, trying to keep a smile as Ibra rubbed her hair. "Yeah, but Mas Ibra don't grieve the wind for long. If we can go home at 9, right? I had a call from the brand, he said I have to be there at 10 for a photo shoot."

Ibra. "Cock, what a surprise? Which brand?"

"It's so sudden. Brand skincare that was the same contract with me, you know."

"Oh, does that mean it's still in Jakarta?"

"Heem." Audi nodded.

"Yes, it won't be long. We go home to Papi's old house in Jaksel, huh? Instead of bothering to find a hotel."

"Yes, it's up to Mas Ibra." Audi just nodded. He grimaced secretly, hoping that Ibra would not notice his lies.

Oh my God, Audi feels a lot of sin because it has been lying continuously. Not to mention later Audi also had to lie, thinking of the right reason to cancel the shoot. It's not funny if Audi still comes to the studio when there is no schedule.

After Ibra left, Audi turned to enter the lobby, then boarded the elevator to return to Kenan's ward. The elevator opens on the third floor, and Audi walks out in a relaxed manner. However, his steps were slightly off guard when he saw two people arguing in the hallway.

"Mom, Shireen's salary you took, you know, a week ago. Is the present time over? What are you wearing?"

Shireen seemed to be in a dispute with a middle-aged woman. The woman looked tired and had a lot of thoughts.

"Yes for everything, it is. What do you think two million is enough for? Eat fifty thousand a day, that's the smallest in the warteg. Now I need to pay the same debt to the bank, the guy's been brought home from yesterday. You said Ibra had money, right?"

"It's Kenan's treatment, ma'am."

"Yes I borrowed a little papa, right? Ibra usually has a big love."

"Not big, Mom. It's really enough for the same medicine to pay the hospital. We just don't know when Kenan was treated until."

"Yes you, why not make BPJS for Kenan? I knew that the child needed a big fee," the mother said.

Shireen refused to answer. In his heart he shouted, his son had a cardiac arrest because he was late dealt after showing the BPJS card. Shireen was traumatized, though she knew not all hospitals looked one eye.

"Who are you, why should I divorce Ibra. Ibra is the son of a rich man. His father Prosecutor, has businesses everywhere, his mother is also an artist! Less what try? Very different from Rega who is mediocre. Wonder also, why are you not pregnant when married with Ibra? You're KB, huh?" accuse Shireen's mother of pointing to her child.

He did not know, during his marriage Ibra spent almost all his time in the dorm. Even if you go home to sleep with Kenan. The reason Shireen is insecure is because she thinks Ibra doesn't lust for her.

Shireen was still faithfully silent, until accidentally his eyes caught the existence of Audi in the middle of the hallway. The girl was nervous.

Audi stuttered as Shireen turned his head, he smiled crisply with his hands squeezing each other. Stupid caught, it is also impossible for Audi to turn away pretending not to hear.

Audi walked over, wanting to run away as the middle-aged woman in front of Shireen turned to look at him. Oh, my God, Audi seems to meet mommy at a nightclub. Is this really Mba Shireen's mother? Why is it so different? Menor, already so the clothes socialite pretentious, but unfortunately Audi must say the blend is not suitable.

Deserve Mas Ibra as anticipation of the story yesterday. Audi heard the woman herself asking for money just now.

"Eh, Audi ..." Audi knows Shireen is also feeling awkward, this is a sensitive conflict that Audi should not have heard.

"Mba, that ... I .. can enter?" Audi means enter Kenan's room.

Rather than standing between them, mending Audi in even though inside was no less annoying, right?

Audi just smiled full of ringing. He won't believe it again when someone says Kenan's asleep. The proof was that the boy woke up and searched for it with a question.

But not yet had Audi left, the voice of Shireen's mother stopped her steps.

"Who are you?"

Silent. I don't know why Audi is feeling so tense on its own. Crazy, feel again playing soap opera. Audi turned slowly to face Shireen and her mother again. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Shireen had already spoken first. "He's my friend, Mom. Junior's new at school."

Shireen's mother seemed silent, she watched Audi from top to bottom as if in disbelief. "Teacher?"

"Yes. Mom is home, right? Come on." Shireen tried to drag her mother away.

But the mother refused to go and continued to look at Audi with interest. "Then, you're a teacher? I don't think so, deh."

"Buuu ..." Shireen's dismay as her mother approached Audi and examined her after-goals.

Audi itself looked tensely observed in such a way. He stood stiff and surprised when the mother grabbed his left hand without permission.

"This is a real Rolex?" ask him while researching the watch on Audi's wrist.

"Eh, i-iya," replied Audi reflex. Shireen hoped the girl would answer kave.

The mother switched to touching Audi jackets and shirts, pants, even shoes and bags that Audi wear. What makes Audi most uncomfortable when the necklace becomes a check. It was the gold necklace that Ibra bought from his first salary as a soldier. It's been a long time, and only Audi used it again at breakfast with the man.

"Can't be. All you wear are international brands. Where'd you have the money to buy all that if you'd done something like Shireen?"

Really not polite. Shireen seemed to lose face because of her mother's behavior.

"You're definitely not really working, are you?"

Audi. Sorry, what does that mean?

"You must be one of those girls who likes the snare of rich men. My name!"

"Mother!" shireen could not stand it. "Enough, yeah, you're too much to know?"

"What, the hell, Mom just, really. If it's not a problem either. Even I want to ask for advice so you can also like him."

"Mom's crazy, huh?" hiss Shireen did not expect.

"This ... What's wrong? Why gather here?" Ibra's voice managed to attract the attention of three women there.

Audi, Shireen and his mother turned to look at the arrival of the man.

"Mother?" Ibra grabbed the hand of the woman who had become her father-in-law, then experienced it as a form of politeness.

And now that Mother Shireen's gaze fell on the jacket that Ibra was wearing, she looked at him alternately with Audi's.

Exact same. He realized when he saw it many times. It was obviously a couple's jacket. For a moment the mood became quiet. Ibra who was confused immediately frowned to see Audi who was standing cornered near the door of Kenan's ward. The Ibra reflex is approaching. "Why you?"

Audi stammering. "Eh, i-it's, it's nothing. Ibra, how come back?"

"Hape Mas in your pocket. I forgot to drop it."

"Oh? I-iya, huh? Th-this." Audi reached into the pocket of his jacket and handed over Ibra's flat object.

Ibra's forehead was increasingly wrinkled to find Audi's voice stamped. Not to mention the uncomfortable atmosphere he felt. Ibra stared one by one from Shireen and her mother, then back at Audi.

Until then Shireen's mother made a sound. "Oh, so that rich guy, you're Ibra?"