Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 72

In the morning Audi woke up in a daze. The last time he remembers being in the car with Ibra. Bad, is Audi sleeping that late? Why he didn't know he was home.

Wait, this isn't the room in Om Edzar's house that Audi occupied yesterday. This is his room in the old residence house of Oma and Opa Halim. So Ibra brought him home?

Not to mention the questions in his mind, suddenly the door opened featuring Jeno who was dressed neatly as if about to come out. He brought a glass of white milk in a medium-sized glass.

Jeno kept the glass on the nightstand and stood facing Audi, watching the woman with a look.

Audi is looked at so uncomfortable itself. "What, anyway?"

Jeno did not answer. He still stared faithfully at Audi like he was checking something. "Well, what happened last night, right, same Mas Ibra?"

"meaning?" Audi's forehead is crinkled.

"You guys came home really late. Mba used to be carried around everything. Where did you come from?"

"You what ... anyway?" Audi hung up his words a little when he realized something.

"When Mas Ibra came home, were you here?" ask Audi while glancing.

"Where do you think I am? People all day yesterday I was at home doing errands."

"Oohh ..." Audi scratching hair. "That's what it looks like." He looks nervous.

"Mba hasn't answered my question. Where did Mas Ibra come home last night? You guys don't fuck around, do you?"

"What the hell, no!" audi sewot. "We're eating dinner, keep coming home Mba who drove so stray. That's it, so long, deh."

"What are you doing, anyway? Really tense as it is?"

"I know you guys are dating" Jeno said without further ado.

One second, two seconds, Audi seemed to take some time to digest Jeno's statement just now. He blinked looking at the child who had been far taller than Audi since when.

"Mas Ibra is my own," continued Jeno.

"Mas Ibra?" audi Beo.

Jeno nodded in confirming. Audi is still silent. In his heart he cursed why Ibra had to confess to his sister. The problem is, if it reaches Jeno's ear, it will reportedly propagate like a fast electricity.

Worse if he finds out. Audi is not sure if he and Ibra will be questioned after this.

"Now I know who made Mba can't accept every guy who shot Mba first. Mas Ibra, right?"

"That's great, anyway, you."

Jeno if it's in fashion like that is very annoying. Suddenly his role turned into a brother who was advising sister. Hey, this is Audi's brother, not Jeno. Audi should also be looking for the child so as not to mess with women first. Could-be later his doctor's degree is just capital look.

"Udah, ah, Mba wants to take a shower. If you already know do not have to fuss about you," grunted Audi as he moved out of bed, preparing to enter the bathroom.

"Enak, yes, who has a girlfriend is being watched constantly. Although far away food is still sent through the gojek. Daebak pajanna mah," said Jeno, who now began to step closer to the door, was about to get out.

Audi looked fierce. What, the hell, this kid asked to be sambled!

"Oh yeah, don't forget the milk is drunk. Spend, because later I will be asked to report with sister-in-law," Jeno said again before disappearing behind the door.

God fucking. After this Jeno will definitely be chatty and mocking him. It's all because of Ibra. Sucks.

Not even Audi entered the bathroom, his phone also attracted attention. He was forced to postpone bathing activities first and switch to taking a cellphone that reads in the bag.

An incoming message in the green app. Audi opened and read the message that turned out to be from Oma Halim.

Deg. The heart of Audi immediately went away when reading the slow line of sentences written there.

"Grandson Oma when to go back to Bandung? Oma Kangen wants to see you soon."

Audi sure very well, kangen the oma is not just any kangen. This must be some shrimp behind the bakwan. No, what Audi said. If Jeno already knew everything must have spread to where - where. It's even just last night, there haven't been twenty-four hours.

Instead of answering the oma's message, Audi sent a chat to Ibra.

|Mas Ibraaaa!! Responsibility!! Oma ask to see you soon!!|

Luckily, Ibra was holding a cell phone. The man replied quickly to Audi's message.

|Lho, Oma also chat you, huh?|

Ibra asked innocently. Gosh, why is he still that relaxed? Wait, did Oma Halim also send the same message to Ibra? How, Audi, is getting suspicious?

|Mas, Oma said what's the same Mas?|

Audi biting fingers, waiting impatiently.

|Say that leave send to Oma's house. Oma kangen said.|

Tuh, right. Tuh, right. What Audi said, Oma Halim said the same thing to Ibra. That means this is not just any kangen.

"Death to me" whispered Audi tensely. "What do you think of Oma's response to me and Mas Ibra? Well, how would I like to pee, huh?" Audi whip up origin.

Unlike the Audi which is being hit by anger. Ibra was sitting quietly in a family room, looking friendly while dealing with someone.

"Nak Ibra was here early in the morning, last night from Jakarta to Bandung at what time?"

Ibra sipped the warm tea that was previously served. "Around 3 am, Wa."

"Ohhh ..."

"Uwa, actually Ibra came here to talk seriously with Uwa."

Dava looked up, raised an eyebrow looking at the young man who was none other than his nephew. "Speaking seriously? About what?"

"Audi," replied Ibra firmly.

A long silence, Dava looked elaborately at Ibra who was sitting before him. "Audi?"

"Yes." Yeah."

The two men looked at each other. The Raut Ibra exuded great confidence. Silence greeted filled the void in the space.

"What's wrong with Audi?" ask Dava then.