Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 83

News of the incident at the Bogor Presidential Palace has been widespread in the media. Amateur videos featuring a lorry about to break into the army immediately went viral on social media.

Not only that, the figure of Ibra who became the shooter to successfully stop the crazy truck was also highlighted all-out. Many are curious about the figure of Ibra because they think the action is very cool.

Unfortunately Ibra's Instagram account was locked, it was very unfortunate by the kepo, which consists mostly of women.

Not much different from those who flatter Ibra, the mother, Safana Halim also cheered the courage of her son.

"Oh my goodness, yes ampuuun .. My son, Jeng, my son .. hahaha, how dashing, right? Did I say?" Safa, who was gathering with her social friends at the time, proudly displayed Ibra in front of the high-class mothers.

Some of them volunteered, but because Safa was still kind enough to keep the position for her brother, she firmly said that Ibra already had a candidate.

They know Ibra is widower and divorced, so they can dare to ask him to be a son-in-law.

Another Safa Dava, the man also just watched the news in his house. Dava had just returned from Solo this morning, and was immediately working on his wife in the room. The woman was busy in the kitchen preparing lunch.

Lalisa showed up with a large negligee while bringing Dava fruit juice, let her stamina awake, said Lalisa. Dava was able to make Lalisa scream.

"What news, anyway, Mas? Rame is like. I also saw it as late as the timeline, but haven't really noticed the news." Lalisa asked while busy cleaning the table from empty jars.

"Hm, the news in the Presidential Palace," replied Dava, lazily.

"Where?"

"Bogor is."

"Ooh." Lalisa mutters. He looked at the television for a moment, then at the husband whose face even looks bete.

"Keep, why? See the news how to frown?" Lalisa still does not know what the discussion is broadcast, because once he turned his head the news has moved to another topic.

"No papa, just annoyed to see a cool pretentious person," said Dava ketus.

Lalisa frowned in wonder, but then he sniffed the bodo time and stood up immediately, intending to return to the kitchen. "That food is ready. When to eat? It's still hot, huh."

"Now, I'm so hungry, watching tv even more hungry." Dava sauntered into the kitchen, ahead of Lalisa who was still staring at him in astonishment.

Strange, it was fitting home the spirit of fighting, now even kayak bete. I was like a red cross teenager.

Elsewhere, Audi is pacing the living room of the old house of the Halim family. He is still at home living in Jakarta, especially if he wants to meet Ibra does not need to go far. Ibra was so busy that they rarely met.

Tian who was sitting on the sofa tired himself saw Audi's behavior. Ever since the news in Bogor broke, Audi couldn't stop feeling anxious. He bit his fingernails because Ibra could not be contacted. Okay, Audi understands Ibra must have been very busy and never had time to hold a cell phone let alone reply to messages and phones, but Audi is worried and wants to know the state of the man now.

Instead of cheering like the others, Audi was tense to see amateur videos spread, especially when the truck was speeding towards the soldiers, where in the line there was Ibra.

"Mas Ibra when can I contact you, yes, Mba?"

Some time ago they did have time to order the food, that was before news about the incident in Bogor broadcast on television. After seeing the news, suddenly Audi's hunger just disappeared.

"We ourselves know your Mas is fine, even he himself the hero. You should be proud, not even worried like this."

"But I'm worried" replied Audi.

"Give up, hungry Mba wants to eat. You eat too, if Mas Ibra knows you don't eat because you're busy worrying about him, you must be at the end of it."

***

Right after the magrib, the President and Cabinet Ministers returned to Jakarta. Not one and a half hours they arrived at the Central Jakarta State Palace. Several Ministers have already returned to their homes, while the President himself still has a guest visit at the Palace.

Therefore the elite troops of the paspampres are still loyal to serve, although the context is not as formal as this morning. There they can be more relaxed and free, because actually the President himself has ordered them to rest and dinner.

Ibra covered for a moment to check her phone. He had expected a lot of messages and missed calls coming in. One of them is Mami Safa, Papi Edzar, Oma Halim, and many more messages waiting for a reply.

Just then a new message appeared, from Audi. Ibra gave a smile looking at the girl's message which almost reached the number one hundred. Has Audi monitored his phone since then, until he immediately sent a chat as soon as Ibra online?

Ah, very confident, but this makes Ibra's heart flower and feel bursting.

|Mas Ibra is back?|

Ibra quickly typed a reply. |Not yet. Still in the Palace.|

|Bogor?|

|Jakarta. Just arrived. What are you again? Have eaten?|

|Udah. I've been waiting for Mas Ibra.|

Tuh, right. Ibra's smile continued to widen, but he hurriedly normalized his expression for fear of being caught by people. Just thinking so, someone had already interrupted in front of him.

"Oh, Om Ibra is smiling to herself! Utis! The father! Om Ibra laughs to herself!" exclaimed a little boy who was none other than the grandson of Mr. Pres.

Apparently he and his family are visiting. So, the guest the President was referring to was his own family?

Ibra is appointed as his own club, especially all eyes begin to point at him. His fellow paspampres even held back a laugh with a sloppy look.

That night Ibra was made ashamed and lice dead by a little boy.

Jesus, Cla, why do you have to make Mas smile yourself, anyway?