Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 64

"If to be worn on a normal day this seems nice, Auntie. Simpler, the diamond is small and not flashy, but still elegant. If for a more formal maybe this one could be an option," said Audi pointing one by one picture on the brochure.

Now he is sitting on the sofa in the middle room with Aunt Safa. While the mother went out of nowhere after getting a call from her father.

Aunty Safa nodded in acceptance of Audi's advice. "Ohh, is that it, huh? Your taste is good too. Aunt likes. If for example for a ring, a large bagusan what is ordinary?"

Audi thought for a moment. "Depending, anyway, what's the aunt doing. For the usual casual is okay, too."

"If the engagement ring?"

"Yes?" Audi blinked half in wonder. "Wedding, huh?"

Aunt Safa laughed crisply. "Ah .. That, Auntie asked. It's optional, I don't answer it either, papa, hehe."

Why does Audi feel Aunty Safa is a little weird? Maybe it's just his feeling. Audi went on to look at the jewelry collection in her hands.

"If for fiancee maybe this is the taste of each person, Auntie. But Audi prefers this, simple and luxurious. Suitable for long wear because of its small shape." Even so Audi still answered and expressed his opinion.

"Ohhh. Okay, okay, this is really good, you're smart, deh, pick it. Our taste is the same, hihi." Aunt Safa nodded, then giggled.

Audi grimaced, smiling crisply. Forced he had to withstand his drooling against chicken noodles. Since knowing Aunt Safa was aware of her relationship with Ibra, Audi often felt awkward in front of the woman.

"By the way you want to go, huh?" ask Aunt Safa suddenly.

He observed the appearance of Audi who was still dressed neatly after work. Audi looked down at the clothes he was wearing. "Eh, Audi just got home from shooting, Auntie. Yeah, well, I was out looking for chicken noodles."

"Chicken noodles?" raaut Safa turned enthusiastic.

Audi nodded.

"Tante can come? Auntie wants chicken noodles too. Iihh .. long time no noodles. Know your Om lately is very chatty about food. He wants to start a healthy life, but Aunt also has to follow," said the woman scowled.

Audi was suddenly confused. If Om Edzar only forbid, would Audi not be upset if he brought this woman to eat chicken noodles? Well, this is hard.

"By any chance, anyway, Auntie. But, later if Aunt is scolded by Om, how about?"

Aunty Safa flicked her clumsy hand. "Oh, bodo very. He was angry for a moment. After all, given the rations will also be silent again," he said casually.

But not so with Audi, he blinked to hear the throws of the aunt who was so frontal.

"Oh, yeah. Hehe," concluded Audi crisp.

After permission on Lalisa, Audi came out with the aunt who was so excited, because he said he had almost a month he did not eat chicken noodles, meatballs and the like.

It seems Om Edzar began to set the diet as a preparation for old age. Too bad Aunt Safa who feels very young is not the same as her.

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On the other hand, Ibra has just arrived in Jakarta after passing a flight from Makassar. After attending the service change ceremony, Ibra was immediately returned to the contract. Ben was in the middle of his shift at the Palace, so before that Ibra stopped by at the rice shop because he was lazy to cook.

Usually if they are both rented, Ibra and Ben must have cooked for frugality reasons. Although Ibra was born capable, but the length of his military upbringing made him accustomed to living regularly.

Finished ordering and wrapped, Ibra turned around to leave the stall. However, an appeal succeeded in stopping Ibra, followed by a small embrace at his feet that inevitably made Ibra a little jump and bow.

"Hhhhh ...!!"

Kenan who had just come in the stall was running when he saw Ibra was also there. He hugged Ibra's leg wrapped in black pants before whining there.

"Here, don't do it, son." Shireen reprimanded as she stared unkindly at Ibra.

Ibra was still shocked by Kenan's arrival. He circulated his eyes looking around, it turned out that quite a lot of people shifted their attention to them.

Ibra slowly grabbed Kenan's shoulder to release his leg. "Hen?" He doesn't know what to say.

Ibra crouched down equalizing her height with that child. Kenan pursed his lips looking at Ibra. "Why don't you ever play at home again? Kenan's always waiting for Dad, you know."

Ibra was silent, she slightly glanced at Shireen who threw an apologetic look at her. Exhaling slowly, Ibra couldn't possibly blame the woman for this unexpected encounter.

Trying to smile, Ibra rubbed Kenan's pouting hair. "Dad's busy, son. I just got back from out of town too. You're here to eat?"

"Huum. Dad's going to Kenan's house with Mama, right?"

Hasn't Shireen talked to Kenan? That was the question in Ibra's mind. Ibra is made difficult now. Should he himself give understanding?

Smiling awkwardly, Ibra stood up and slightly pushed Kenan's back to go with her into the stall. "Want to eat what? Choose what Ken wants, Dad will pay."

Ibra raises Kenan's body on a bench until the boy can stand up and see the food display.

"Seriously, Dad?" ask Kenan enthusiastically.

Ibra. "Yes, just pick it. You'll tell me the same thing."

The shopkeeper also smiled kindly to welcome Kenan. "Please, what do you want to choose?"

Kenan escaped the eye seeing one by one the side dishes there with a wanted look. Ibra patted the boy on the shoulder. "Dad talk to your mom, you choose first, okay?"

Kenan who was focused on choosing just nodded. Ibra rubbed the boy's head slowly, then gestured for Shireen to come with him out.

"You haven't spoken to Kenan, yet" said Ibra flatly. That's not a question, but a guess that's right on target.

Shireen stood nervously with her hands squeezing each other. "That's it, Mom, sorry I haven't found the right time yet. But then I'll give Kenan an explanation about us, really."

Ibra threw away her face, clenched her waist while sighing. He looked back at Shireen. "The exact time was not awaited, Ren, but made."

"Y-yes, I know. I'll try to talk to Kenan" Shireen said nervously.

"Quickly, because soon I want to apply for Audi," said Ibra.

Shireen was stunned for a moment. He gulped, holding the heart that still felt tight when Ibra talked about Audi. He could not say anything but nod.

"I don't want Audi to turn me down anymore because of this. Youunderstand?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Mas Ibra and Audi .. when is marriage?"

"Will I get married again?" Suddenly a voice came between them.

Ibra forgot he was still in the stall area, where Kenan could have seen and heard their conversation.