Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 08

"Ow ... Ibra likes lebay, huh. I am not papa. The doctor said it was just vertigo. Uh, Ibra and his papa were immediately excited to be treated."

"What about lebay, anyway, Ai? Let alone Ibra, Uda aja who was almost dead. You passed out, you know."

The beautiful woman in the middle of her age let out a long sigh. "A Uda nih's. It's a habit to like macems."

"You're the macem-macem that makes people anxious."

"Yes yes, sorry ..."

Audi was suddenly aghast as Aunt Safa turned her head towards him.

"Audi?"

"Yes. Why, Auntie?" Audi leaned his body closer.

"You're out, huh? View Ibra. I think he's moody now."

Indeed indeed. Inner Audi.

He glanced around and all eyes looked at him. Om Edzar, Mama and Papa even Jeno even looked at Audi.

Makes Audi unable to grimace in its place. "Th-That's why Audi, Auntie?"

"Because it looks like he'll just listen to you."

Meanin?

Aunt Safa smiled gently. "You've been together since childhood. Ibra is closer to you than her other cousins. You're like his sister."

Little sister. Without being prevented Audi's heart beat sad. But he immediately denied those feelings. Audi has promised not to bring too much feeling to anything about the man.

Segan denied, Audi also walked out to meet the request of Aunt Safa. What does he want to talk about with Ibra anyway? Audi what to say to that guy? Oh, my God, this is so confusing and awkward.

"Mas."

Ibra looked up, her eyebrows raised asking. Yeah, still moody, anyway.

Audi sniffed gesturing for Ibra to follow him. They walked to the front porch of the hospital and sat on an empty bench.

Befriended the silence of the night is quite gripping because of the dim lighting, both Ibra and Audi have not been able to open the sound.

Audi also does not know what to do. What does Aunt Safa mean, anyway? Audi should entertain Ibra, right? Or should she explain that her mom is okay?

"Auntie is fine." Audi started talking.

"Hm." Ibra looked down for a moment at the link of her hands resting on her knees. Then his eyes were straight whether to observe what. Maybe random counting pieces of paving walls?

"Mas Ibra is not sad. The doctor said vertigo. Aunty just so tired."

Suddenly Ibra chuckled. "You're intent on entertaining or what, anyway? How ketus?" He shook his head with Audi's attitude.

Audi was immediately upset. Maybe Ibra had no idea how hard she was trying to find a topic and start a conversation. Men are so.

"Or, ah! Whatever. What matters is that I'm talking."

"If not Aunty who told me to also speak with Mas Ibra here," said Audi.

Ibra nodded, her lips covering a smile looking at Audi. "But I'm happy. Thanks, huh?"

Audi glances prestige. "Together!"

Crisp laughter sounded crisp in Audi's ears. I swear by whatever Audi feels is dealing with a more dashing version of Herjunot Ali. How not dashing if Mas Ibra's body is tall is exactly great Captain America.

Ah, goddamn. Why, anyway, the husband of people always successfully make a virgin child.

Today Audi may be fascinated with Ibra, but tomorrow-tomorrow do not. Audi will tie his heart tight so as not to fall into the same hole.

Audi jumped when a jacket suddenly wrapped around his shoulder. He turned to Ibra who was looking at him with soft glowing eyes.

"Cold," said the man.

"Oh, thanks. Keep going, Mas Ibra?"

"Oh ..." Audi nodded.

"You want to make it, don't you?"

"Hm?"

"No." Ibra pointed to the cart brothers who were still standing outside the hospital fence.

Because he was hungry, Audi did not refuse. He followed Ibra who first moved and ordered two servings for the two of them.

"One don't use celery, Bang."

"Ready, A!"

Audi was quite satisfied because Ibra still remembered something that he did not like.

Ibra took two oklak chairs and placed them on the sidewalk near the fence. Both of them sat quietly while waiting for the order. Before long the brother came with two bowls of meatballs that puffed smoke, making Audi's stomach instantly rumble, especially when smelling the aroma of the tempting sauce.

Meatballs without sambal taste bland. Quickly Audi added two spoons of sambal and was about to add it again to three when Ibra's hand firmly restrained. "Not most, it'll hurt the stomach."

The audi scowled unhappily. "What the hell, Mas? Two spoons too."

"Two spoons are spicy."

"That's according to Mas Ibra, I don't think so."

"Ngeyel yes, you."

"Like me, dong. Who does Ibra forbid me to eat?"

"Mas does not forbid you to eat. I just don't want you to have stomach pain."

"I'm not gonna have a stomachache," cluttered Audi.

"Udahlah, Mommy. Tired of knowing the grandiose debate. Just eat only have Mas Ibra why, anyway? Don't comment on what people want to eat."

Ibra surrender. He sighed and began to bribe his meatballs while occasionally glancing at Audi. His forehead crinkled in horror at the chili seeds piled on top of Audi's meatball bowl.

Ibra is not anti-spicy, but if it is too spicy like Audi it is called self-torture.

Ibra finished eating first, he turned to Audi who was busy with sweat flooding his face.

How not to sweat if the sauce just crazy like that.

His mouth clucked taking the handkerchief in his pocket that he always carried everywhere, as if it had become a habit since childhood.

Ibra rubbed the handkerchief on Audi's forehead. He could see the girl a little surprised. Before Audi brushed off his hand, Ibra immediately withdrew and threw a guiltless smile.

"You look like you're so young, huh? I think it's still early twenties."

"What, really, is not clear," Audi again devoured the meat with a big bite.

"Serious mas. I think you're still fit to wear the SMP uniform."

"Don't follow Bang Hasan, deh, why am I a Junior High!"

Upset, Audi tried to ignore Ibra.

Ibra smiled broadly. His eyes could not be seen Audi who now began to be uncomfortable and awkward himself.

Why was Ibra looking at him like that?

As if stubborn, Ibra wiped Audi's sweat again with her handkerchief. Audi let it go because the nanggung is enjoying sipping meatball sauce.

Until the next Ibra speech made Audi successfully choke and spit the spicy broth to hit the chino pants worn Ibra.

"Mas just found out eating spicy can actually make someone's lips look sexier."

"The bikin that you see is the greget that you want to kiss."

What do you mean Ibra, anyway? He no longer betrays his wife by thinking of someone else's lips, right? Especially the lips of Audi itself. Obviously impossible.