Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 85

Days of thinking until postponing the return, finally Audi decided to dare to face the oma. Five days after the shocking incident in Bogor, where it helped drag Ibra's name so viral, Audi told the man that he would be honest with his family.

Without knowing when they already know because Ibra has been forward to uncover their relationship, as well as asking for blessing which even though it ends in rejection.

Audi sat down nervously, squeezing his fingers over his thighs under the gaze of the oma. Oma Halim examines her grandson from top to bottom, secretly admiring Audi's hereditary beauty. Clearly, the descendants of Halim no one poor let alone ugly.

They both sat on the same sofa. Audi sat slightly sideways in order to face the oma, Oma Halim was the same.

His old face that still looks fresh despite the age of the elderly look at Audi closely. His crimped white hand grabbed Audi's delicate hand for him to hold.

Oma Halim took a breath before speaking. "You're already big. Sorry, maybe all this time impressed Oma always demands you, until - until you are afraid every time you want to meet Oma."

Audi looked. "Who said?"

Oma Halim smiled. "Without anyone telling you, Oma could feel your reluctance."

"Nr ..." Seeing the oma who put on a sad look, Audi is guilty. "Sorry, Audi didn't mean to avoid Oma."

"Sir papa. Naturally you are afraid, Oma always tells you to marry." Oma Halim laughed.

Audi can only be silent because everything he says is true, which Audi always avoids when meeting the oma is the topic of marriage. But now, Audi bravely faced the woman to straighten things out.

"You're long in Jakarta, do you see Ibra often?"

"Not often, Oma. Just when Mas Ibra is free or just a holiday."

Oma Halim nodded. "Indeed so risky courting the army. Although Ibra has moved to be a paspampres, still he is still a unit with the TNI," he said softly.

"Yes, Oma."

Oma Halim smiled faintly. He looked back to see Audi. "From your response, it looks like what Jeno said is true, you're dating Ibra?"

Audi fell silent. "Don't know, do you still have to ask?"

"Oma just made sure. So right?"

"Yes, Oma."

"Despite his past, you accepted Ibra for what?"

Silent. Audi did not answer Oma Halim's question. He sighed, then lowered his head for a while before looking up again at the oma. "Audi love Mas Ibra, Oma."

"Love?"

Audi nodded slowly. "Yes." Yeah."

"Audi .. have loved Mas Ibra since long ago, Oma," added Audi, slowly while looking down deeply.

Oma Halim looked at the Audi in the shade, his highlight slightly narry watching the nervous grandson in front of him. He gave a subtle swipe in the hands of Audi, trying to give calmness to Audi who had been feeling tense since.

"You guys, it really makes Oma unable to think" he said half a whisper. "You remind Oma of the term pariban in the Batak tribe."

Audi looked. "Faribbean, Oma?"

Oma nodded. "Yes. If from the point of view of Ibra, pariban is boru from the bone, or in Indonesian means the daughter of a mother's older brother. If from your point of view, the pariban is the son of the namboru which means the son of the father's younger sister."

"Ibra is your pariban, and you are the victim of Ibra. If Oma is not wrong, in Batak custom fellow pariban is always married."

"Why?" Audi just heard the term.

"To tighten the fraternal rope between the families of both parties, and to help maintain blood relations in order to be well maintained."

"So Audi and Mas Ibra should get married, dong?" The question just came out so plain impressed.

Oma Halim clucked. "You're not Batak, you don't have to." Unknowingly his voice turned crisp.

Audi grimaced scratching his nape.

"Although, in our religion relations between cousins are permissible. But by the way, are you talking about marriage? Are you ready for marriage?"

Hearing that Audi kontan glared. "Eng .. no, Oma! That's not! Audi is just analogizing what Oma said."

"Cirain. Though like Ibra is ready," said Oma Halim.

Audi cringing. "Kok, Oma know?"

***

During the day, precisely after lunch at the house of the oma, Audi went home and is now on the way. His voice scowled occasionally recalling what he had just known.

Why didn't Ibra say that the man had come back to Bandung some time ago? Audi was suspicious when Ibra said it ran out from outside the city, the city in question is his hometown, none other than the Flower City where they grew up.

"Gee!" Audi was impatiently waiting for the red light.

Audi grabs the phone on the dashboard, opens its talk page with Ibra in the green app, then types a message for the man.

If you feel amused by the name of the contact Ibra on the Audi phone, Audi insists that it is not him who makes it like that, but Ibra himself who changed his name in the contact Audi.

Masku Darling. Complete with emoticons behind it. It turns out Ibra can be as alay if it's bucin.

|Mas Ibra lied to me, huh?|

Audi deliberately sent a message containing such a fishing sentence. Ibra must have been very upset when reading it. Audi isn't ridiculous by waiting for a reply from Ibra. The man who can live without a cell phone all day is not something to look forward to in return for his message.

Audi kept the expensive phone back, then began to focus on the steering wheel in front. Just then the lights had turned green, he immediately drove his car to continue the journey.

Audi's phone sounded soon. Audi thought it was Ibra who immediately called after reading the message, it turned out to be the name of the father that Audi found there.

Audi put on a bluetooth headset and raised the call without the hassle of holding the phone. As he continued to drive, Audi began to greet his father. "Hello, Papa? Why?"

"You're still at Oma's?" ask Dava directly.

"No. It's again on the way home."

"Oh, huh? Yeah, straight home, huh? Papa wait."

Audi cringing. "Why, Pa?"

"Just go straight home. There's something important."

That's all Dava said before greeting closing the call. Audi was astonished. What is it that he was told to go straight home? What important things are waiting for him at home?

Not wanting to be curious for too long, half an hour later Audi had arrived at the courtyard of the house. He frowned when he saw a foreign car parked there.

Still overwhelmed with astonishment, Audi stepped into the house. However, his steps swallowed when he found the papa in the living room. He was not alone, in front of him was a young man, probably younger than Ibra, both of whom seemed to have a friendly conversation until the conversation stopped when they realized the presence of Audi.

"Assynogaal?" Say hello to Audi, half confused.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. You've already come home. Here, sit down with Papa. Papa wants to know you as someone."