Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 76

"Mas Ibra!" Audi exclaimed as soon as he saw Ibra standing in front of the gate. He ran and hugged the man.

"Where are these two days? How come, Tumben's not here?"

Ibra smiled, grabbed Audi's face tightly against his chest, then kept it away until they could look at each other. "You don't know how it works."

"Get out of town, huh?"

"Hm" nodded Ibra.

Audi looked at him full of probes. "Out of town? Ibra's not messing around behind me, is she?" He pointed at Ibra's face full of accusations.

"No" replied Ibra patiently. "What do you think Mas did?"

Audi sniffing. "Who knows if Mas met Kenan and Mba Shireen without my knowledge."

"You're still jealous of them. I told you we were finished. You promised you wouldn't talk about them when we both."

"Yes, yes .." murmured Audi.

"Mas Ibra just got home, huh?" Audi looked at Ibra's clothes from top to bottom. "Tumben his pants fried? Ih, it's wet bangeeett ..."

He scrunched his nose while shaking his hand away from Ibra.

"Sweat, sweat. It just went straight through," ledek Ibra.

"I didn't realize that."

"Say it's too bad." Ibra laughs, she rubs Audi's hair slowly. "She ran away earlier, had not been able to replace. Come here because you remember. I bought a side dish for dinner."

Ibra handed over the crackle bag that had been hanging from the handlebar of the motor.

"This what?"

"Same rice fried potato sauce, use ati ampela. I know you like that. I also bought honey-baked chicken, you open it later."

Audi looked into the crackle. "That's plenty. Mas Ibra ate here, right?"

But Ibra nodded. "Mas directly to the contract. Later that night there are activities in the unity," he said with regret.

"Yeahhhh ..." Audi complained. "Yes, my God," the break was moody.

Seeing that Ibra immediately grabbed the face of Audi again. He rubbed and tidied the girl's hair which some sticking out of the bindings. "Tomorrow holidays. I promise to be here."

"Promise?" ask Audi not sure.

Ibra. "Heem."

"Now we have to go home first. You're in, gih. Don't come out, you don't memorize the road, you'll stray again."

"There's Mba Tian, really," he frowned Ibra.

"Mba Tian's? Since when? You guys work?"

Audi's lips were slightly pursed, looking hesitant to answer. "No, that's ... Mama's ending, Oma told me to go home. Yes, I told Mba Tian to Jakarta, let them believe I have a job here. Oma there's a connection to Mas again, isn't there?"

Audi looked up at Ibra.

Ibra was silent when she heard Audi's words. "You're so scared of meeting Oma, afraid that Oma knows our relationship?"

Audi's reflexes nodded, without knowing it made Ibra even more mused.

"I'm not ready if they should know."

"Why?"

"I'll be asked to marry you later."

"You don't want to marry me?"

"It's not that ..."

"How come?"

Does the Audi or Ibra feel demanding?

"Why, anyway?"

"I don't want to!"

"Continue?"

"Mas Ibra why, uh. So serious!"

"It's serious with you, Cla."

Audi stomped his feet while scowling. "I don't want to, but I'm not ready yet" I'm honest.

Ibra. He then took a breath while nodding slowly. "Yes, I won't make it either."

"Emang Mas Ibra is getting married? Hasn't there not been a year of divorce?"

"Yes if you are ready, Mas come on," said Ibra casually.

"I'm not ready," cluck Audi.

Ibra just smiled, he looked at Audi in the shade, his highlight as if he was about to say something but hesitated.

"Yes, it's up to you. Yeah, I'm home, huh?"

"Now?" Audi does not seem ready. "Now I've also met."

"Sorry, I can't take long, Cla."

"Yes there."

"Cock-fisted?"

"No, it's ordinary. If Mas Ibra wants to go home, go home. Who am I to ban?" audi said while throwing their faces, circulating their views with a look of prestige.

Ibra knows Audi is upset. So he smiled, grabbed Audi's face to look at him. "You are Mas's girlfriend, Mas's most beautiful wife."

Audi raked. I do not know since when this childish nature appeared. Before Ibra married, Audi also often spoiled the man. And it seems like the habit is re-emerging now, because they are at peace.

"Mass promise you'll be here tomorrow. Now we have to get to the contract first. For today we can not linger, but if Mas there is free time, leave and the like Mas must spend that time for you."

Audi's lips shriveled, not because he was annoyed, he just did not know why his eyes began to feel whiny. "Yes, yes, there. Turns out gini, yes, dating the state servant. Nothing must be willing and cannot be denied."

Ibra chuckles. "Wrong. Not just a country man, you are dating anyone must definitely be required to be sincere and understand. Whether it's a pilot, entrepreneur, artist, or even a motorcycle taxi driver even though you still have to be willing and patient when they work. You have to learn to hold the ego, learn to resist one-sided desires, learn to understand circumstances, learn to see from two sides, everything you have to learn if you have a partner."

"Yes, you know."

"Know, how, still pouting?" as for Ibra, her eyes were looking at Audi. He chuckles at the nose of his girl with anxiety.

"Unexpectedly, baby brother Mas already this big. You used to be very red when you first saw it," murmured Ibra slowly.

"Mas Ibra is old" said Audi.

"Ck, it's not old if you're not married yet."

"Where is it. Age, right, keep going."

"Yes that's why you don't let Mas wait a long time, let's not say the same marriage aki-aki."

"If Mas Ibra had been aki-aki I was also nini-nini." Audi retaliated.

Ibra laughs. I don't know where it's funny. It is true, right, if the mother is old, Audi is also old. Their age is not much different, about 3 almost 4 years.

"Yes, I'm home, huh? You're fine here, don't be naughty." Ibra pointed to her own two eyes using two fingers, then pointed at Audi's eyes. "Spies, haaaa!" Ibra roared slightly with her eyes turned upwards.

"Ih, what's Ibra anyway?" wonder Audi, ticklish.

He knew Ibra had just practiced one of the yel-yel, but seeing Ibra do it firsthand became amused himself.

"The bottom line is that I will always know that you mess behind Mas. So, don't you dare be naughty, let alone meet Gavin."

"Gavin again. How many times have I told you that we weren't both eating, there was a crew too."

"Alright, I don't like you being close to him."

"Tell me because Mas is less handsome," said Audi. "Mas Ibra isn't jealous, though, with my all-male editor team. It was because Mas was confident and confident Mas was more than them. Aye, right?"

"That you know, means you can, right, take care of Mas's feelings?"