Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 80

"Mas Gatel really want to upload your photo this." Ibra muttered as she shifted her finger on the phone screen. He showed me a little bit of photos during the fashion show at Audi

They are currently in a place to eat for lunch which is actually already late. Because Ibra still wants to eat Indonesian food, Audi undoes his desire to stop by at Korean restaurants.

"Don't, people will know. Especially if Mas Ibra ngetag me, my followers on the curious and kepoin Mas account."

"The account is locked, really."

"Let's my friends know."

Ibra breathed out trying to be patient. "Yes already."

Though in the Ibra account there are also many photos of Audi in the past. But because Audi is reluctant to boast, yes already. Ibra began to refocus on the plate in front of her. He glanced at Audi who had been very busy separating celery from his oxtail soup.

"Not finished yet?"

"Belom, this is a lot of celery, anyway?" complained Audi.

The pitying Ibra finally took the Audi bowl. "Where, here we are separated."

Quickly but carefully, Ibra tried to remove the pieces of celery from the marinade. He spread a piece of tissue as a container.

"Mas said you ordered meatballs. Can not request using celery," said Ibra while focusing.

"Boss. Yesterday I had a crush on Mba Tian."

Ibra only looked up for a moment without saying anything. Soon he shifted the Audi bowl back to the girl. "Well, it's already."

"Mrank ..."

Ibra smile. "Together."

They ate quietly, occasionally Ibra glanced at Audi with a shady look. In this case Ibra inevitably recalled his meeting with Oma and Uwa Dava the other day.

Ibra seemed to be daydreaming for a moment, her look as if she was thinking about something heavy. Despite his chatter with Dava, there has been something the last few days have ensnared Ibra in concern.

A request that Dava cetuskan as a condition for Ibra meminang Audi. I don't know if Ibra can do it or not. If not, then Ibra also had to give up Audi in other men.

Ibra did not expect Dava would give such a big challenge. Is Ibra ready? Can Ibra afford to lose Audi?

The answer is definitely no. Ibra loves Audi, that's obvious. He would not be able to if the girl was married to another man. But the conditions proposed by the uwa really make Ibra feel beaten back.

Ibra is not a businessman like father Audi, or even his papa who is also a reliable businessman. But Ibra certainly has thought and prepared carefully the economy for the future. In addition to salary, savings and bank deposits, Ibra also fosters capital so that he can earn other income from stock dividends.

Ibra knows he is still far away if it should be equated with papi and his rich money, but Ibra can make sure he can buy the most luxurious house even in the Kelapa Gading area. Ibra can also bear the risk of Audi often shopping for new items every week. No matter how difficult, Ibra will not let Audi come to find it difficult.

Audi who looked up accidentally found Ibra who was daydreaming while looking at herself with a look of laughter. Audi chewed his soup with a feeling of wonder, he glanced at the Ibra plate which was mostly intact. Tumben, when having an Audi was about to run out, the man was even impressed not to eat a mouthful. Ibra is usually the fastest when eating.

"Mas Ibra?"

Ibra didn't say.

"Mass?"

There is still no lawfulness. Ibra why, anyway?

"Mas Ibra!" Audi called the man a little loudly. He grimaced when he knew some other visitors were glancing towards them.

In addition Ibra was immediately aghast from his daydream. He nodded and stared at Audi. "W-why?" He glanced at the Audi soup that was about to run out. "It's over, huh? You want another message?"

Now it was Ibra's turn to shake slowly. "Enak, really. It's Mas eat," he said while eating his rice quickly.

Audi still looked at the man with a look of wonder. "Mas Ibra kayak daydreaming. What daydream, anyway?"

"Hm?" Ibra looked up, raising both eyebrows. The kunyahan in his mouth swallowed as he thought.

"No. Who's daydreaming?"

"Mas Ibra" cetus Audi.

"Mas again eat," elak Ibra.

"That's it now, it wasn't." Audi is still tight.

Stabbed like that Ibra was only able to fall silent. It was like he refused to linger to see Audi. Or is it just an Audi feeling? Maybe true, Audi is always overthinking.

Audi took a slow breath, tidying up his former meal to be marginalized to the side of the table. He drank while occasionally glancing at Ibra who was finishing a meal.

"Mas, borrow Mas's phone, dong?"

Ibra looked up in wonder. "Make what?"

"Look at the photo."

"Ooh." Ibra takes her phone on the table, presses the fingerprint on the screen to unlock it, then hands the flat object to Audi. "There's in the camera folder, not yet Mas movedin."

Audi nodded. He started looking through photo albums on Ibra's phone. Audi several times clucked when it found so many photos of himself there.

Ibra created a special folder that all contained Audi photos since childhood, adolescence, even now. "Ih, Mas Ibra likes to help me take pictures on IG, huh?"

"Hm." Ibra muttered while chewing.

"A lot of pictures of me as a kid. Which is toothless also exists. It's my first date tooth, huh? It's so great that it still keeps."

"Yes. Every time you change your phone, you don't delete it." Ibra answered in passing.

"Ooh ... Don't have a memory?"

Ibra. "Not everything is stored there. Most of it is on the flash and external memory."

"That?" Audi doesn't know how else to say.

Audi photos on the Ibra phone alone amounted to almost five thousand, especially in other places that Ibra mentioned. I don't know how many photos Ibra has.

Suddenly Audi's eyes were attracted by the green color application. Suddenly he was curious and wanted to see, Ibra often chat with anyone.

The result is only a few groups of TNI, unity paspampres, chat friends, commanders, and some rank people who are not known Audi. The audi saw it. The contents of WhatsApp Ibra are like a battalion of virtual versions. It looks like Ibra's life is like that.

Audi swiped straight down and found the name Uwa Dava, which was none other than Papa Audi himself. He opened the conversation and fell silent. Audi looked up at Ibra who was eating.

"Mas Ibra often chatan with Papa?"

Silent. Audi did not know if the question surprised Ibra. The man was instantly speechless pausing his bribing activities for a moment. He glanced at his phone in Audi's hand. They looked at each other with complicated views.

"Not often. Just a few times."