Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 74

"Ibra, no, it let Mang Yunus continue. Later your clothes are dirty, mending here ngeteh the same Oma. Here!"

"No papa, Oma. Ibra is happy to help Oma," said Ibra while re-routing the land. Measure the average depth, then sow the fertilizer in the hole he made.

If you are wondering, Ibra is planting flowers and a number of other ornamental plants in the yard of the house of Oma Halim. Actually it was the work of Mang Yunus, a gardener who often takes care of Oma's yard. But because Mang Yunus said he looked at the rice field first, he was late.

It just so happens that Ibra has no job and is confused about what to do to kill boredom, so rather than just mending idle he who continues planting. Ibra is used to having a busy schedule, and when free like this he still can not be silent.

After Uwa Dava's house, Ibra immediately visited the oma who also lived around Bandung. The distance was close, it only took less than thirty minutes for Ibra to get there.

Ibra heard that they were originally from Jakarta, somehow the story of the Halim family flocked to Bandung. Back on the plant, Ibra had just finished planting one more plant after previously spending 5 small trees.

"Ibra! Oma said it already. You are far away here and even gardening. Here, accompany Oma ngeteh, the tea is cold!" Oma Halim exclaimed again from the porch.

The middle-aged woman was sitting on a rattan chair with two cups of tea and small setoples of delicious-looking brown paints.

After the departure of Opa Halim, Oma was often lonely. That's what makes him happy when his grandchildren come to visit. Oma always pampered them, including Ibra even though she was very mature.

Every day Mami Safa and Uwa Lisa also often see the woman. Sending food or carrying anything when they are out shopping. Oma refused to stay with her children, preferring to stay in the old villa, where she used to spend time with her husband.

Oma is reluctant to leave memories with Opa Halim. Ibra understands. Who, after all, is not sad left by loved ones? Ibra must be the same as if he was in the position of Oma.

Ibra moved from her squat, left the land she had returned to, then washed her hands on the tap before approaching Oma Halim on the terrace. Ibra slid herself on the rattan chair next to the woman, grabbed the teacup and sipped it slowly.

Coincidentally the area that Oma lived in was still very cold and cold. In addition to being in the highlands, villa Oma is also flanked by several hills. Ibra is happy every time he visits, he always feels at home to stay there.

"Where is your job? Smoothly?" Oma started to open her voice.

"Thank God, Oma."

"You don't have overseas service yet, do you?"

"Not yet, Oma. Why the hell?"

"No why. Oma kangen you just bring the strange souvenirs, hehe."

Ibra chuckled. "Later Ibra bring it out of town or country."

Oma Halim laughed, embracing the broad shoulders of the granddaughter who felt burly. In the past she often felt this wide shoulder belongs to her husband, now the grandson is also no less dashing with his eyes, even Ibra muscles feel stronger because it may have a forging training effect.

Ibra shook her head - a tickled bell.

"Importantly Oma's grandson is healthy, returning from duty safely. That was enough for Oma, and of course your Mami Papi."

Ibra smiled shadyly. He sipped his tea again solemnly. Every now and then he plucks the cake in the jar and eats it voraciously.

"Oma make more cake?"

Oma Halim shook her head. "No, this one bought in the neighbor over there. Oma is lazy lately. Just buy it right away."

Ibra nodded in understanding. "Oma should take more rest."

Before long another middle-aged woman, thought to have aged over Wa Lisa appeared carrying a glass of orange juice to Ibra.

"Thank you, Bi." Ibra nodded with a friendly smile.

Bi Inah, a widow who is also a speechless, she often accompanies Oma in the villa. Bi Inah replied to Ibra's nod and then re-entered the house.

"That's a real orange squeeze" said Oma Halim. "Cobain, deh, must be seger. Oma was given by Wa Haji from the harvest."

"Well, seriously, Oma?"

Oma Halim nodded. Ibra also began to suck up a little of the drink. It's not juice. The orange was squeezed directly and ice cubes were given. Ibra nodded with satisfaction. "Enak, Oma."

"Yes right? Oma'll give me, deh, the orange."

"Don't, Oma, just make it here."

"No papa, anyways Oma rarely drinks so now. Fear of stomach acid rising."

Yeah, too, anyway. Think Ibra.

"Yes, Ibra will ask a little for Audi."

When Ibra mentioned Audi's name, Oma Halim's countenance turned serious. He was facing the young man completely.

"Audi by the way, are you really related to him?"