Calibra: A Delayed Taste

CALIBRA | CHAPTER 60

"Lettu Ibra, it will be noon and some other members I assigned to take part in the electric car test, yes. Letda Ben was also present in the program."

"Well, wasn't Serda Rizal on duty?"

"Serda Rizal accompanied the visit of the vice president, the previous member had suddenly permission, so he replaced it. You're willing, right?"

"Ready, ready!"

"Okay, then continue the exercise."

"Ready!"

The commander left the firing range, where Ibra and a number of other members were overseeing the training of juniors who a few weeks ago officially joined their unit.

Ibra again observed the activities in the middle of the room that was crowded by the sound of instructions and bullets that were simple. In addition to shooting exercises, physical and martial exercises are also often done regularly. This is to maintain the physical ability and endurance they have.

A member of the paspampres is required to have above standard abilities. If an ordinary person is only able to shoot directly, a paspampres must be able to have more ability. One way is to shoot on a motorcycle with a helmet covered, or shoot on a moving car.

Paspampres have a high standardization score for shooting ability. Each shot of Paspampres members must be ensured accuracy reaches the target. Standardization itself is the same as TNI. The distance between the weapon and the target that reached twenty-five meters, should at least get a score of eighty,

After training Ibra went back to the contract to change clothes. It just so happened that his schedule was with Ben. He could so take the man to the location, calculate-calculate save gasoline and reduce traffic, is not good. If everyone thought the same as himself, maybe the streets would not be so crowded.

While waiting for Ben who was preparing, Ibra took the time to call Audi, who again did not get a response from the lover. Instead of Audi, Shireen calls her every day, mostly through messages because Ibra warns her that she is busy.

Kenan himself has come home from the hospital, Ibra is grateful for that. Hopefully nothing will happen in the future.

Shireen: Mas Ibra today and Kenan?

Reading the message Ibra also wasted his breath. I don't know why the more days he gets saturated with the situation. Shireen, Kenan, not to mention Tantri who lately often roared on social media, although not mentioning names, Ibra clearly understands the woman insinuating herself and Audi, consider them as cheating spouses who have betrayed their daughters.

Ibra: Sorry, today my schedule is busy, maybe anytime.

By the way, when, really what Audi says, until when Ibra will play the role of father to Kenan? Kenan already knew he was not his real father, the boy knew his father was dead. Kenan knows Rega, he knows Rega's face, but since Ibra's toddler filled the vacancy of Rega's role, Ibra's existence completely shifted the father figure in Kenan's eyes.

"Bra, come on."

In the middle of the daydream, Ben appears with a set of backpacks on his back. He also brought helmets for himself and Ibra. This time they use a personal motorbike because they are off duty.

Ibra nods to receive the helmet from Ben's hand and wears it immediately. Tying the jacket zipper, Ibra climbed on the splat right behind Ben.

Ben sniffed when Ibra touched his shoulder. "Don't hold it, tingle. Mending if the piggybacking on SCBD, this is a weathered widower."

Hearing that Ibra clucked. Not wanting to argue, he lowered his hand from Ben's shoulder and chose to sit quietly. But then he was made cursing because Ben deliberately presses his motorbike suddenly, which makes Ibra almost strayed back.

"Mahaha ..." Ben laughed, while Ibra glared.

"I'm on my bike" when Ibra gets ready to go down.

"Lha, lha, lha, Mas Perwira is so angry. I just let it spit. Said he'd avoid the traffic jam?"

"It's true that it's sincere."

"Rash, virgin kayak left behind by the throes," said Ben.

Ibra didn't say. Whatever Ben wants to tweet, he is indeed threatened to leave Audi.

***

"When are you coming home, anyway, Ren? I'm tired of knowing at Kenan's guard house. From morning until noon there is no refreshing. Moms of hypertension like gini continue." Tantri mumbled behind the phone.

"A little while, Mom."

"From the moment you said that, the proof is not finished yet. Why, anyway, bother ngajar les? The pay is small. Mending you look for a man who has a lot of money so that he can get rich, if you can ask him back Ibra, let us not live gini continue. Bored of your nasihatin mother."

"Buu .." Shireen said patiently. "It was before, yeah. Shireen could not stay in Rasya for long. Shireen close first, assalamualaikum." Shireen ended the call without her mother's consent.

He returned to the study room Rasya, one of his students who was busy working on the matter that Shireen had previously given.

Time is running almost afternoon. Shireen came home from teaching her lessons at Rasya's house, she continued walking to a bus stop that happened to be not so far from there.

Shireen was quite surprised to see the situation more crowded than usual. He saw so many people crowding the roadside not far from the bus stop.

Initially Shireen bodo very, but when he saw a group of men who seemed familiar he could not not not be curious. It was like seeing Ibra's shadow there.

A little worried between waiting for the bus or completing the curiosity, Shireen finally decided to find out what was behind the crowd.

The road was completely blockaded, some people dressed in automotive looks paced back and forth researching a number of cars. Shireen did not know the type of shiny colorful car, which he realized many members of the presidential guard who participated in the event.

In the end Shireen's eyes catch Ibra's whereabouts. He also intended to call, but the situation was too crowded until his voice was swallowed by the noise that echoed. Shireen paused his intention to wave, he chose to just approach Ibra who was across the street.

Just a few steps Shireen swung her legs towards Ibra, the cry of someone jerking her instincts to stop, followed by the shouts of people gasping at her. Shireen frowned, he turned to the left side and found one of the cars running almost hit him.

A moment Shireen's breath was stunned along with the strong impulse of someone who pushed his body to the side of the road.

"Awaass!!!"

Bruuum!! Ckiiitts!!

Bruk!

Not yet out of his surprise, Shireen gasped with her body touching the asphalt. His eyes were tightly closed in someone's arms. He could feel the heartbeat of that person who was also pounding strongly like himself.

Long Shireen was silent, she heard many voices approaching towards them.

"Mba not papa? Sorry I pushed Mba, Mba passed by not approximately, we just want to start testing the car just now," said the man on it.

Shireen flinched and looked up, she turned her back to realize she was being hugged by someone. Shortly thereafter ...

"Ben, aren't you papa?"

"Mas Ibra?" shireen whispered unconsciously.

Ben looked back as well. He got up and helped Shireen wake up.

"Still," murmured Shireen.

"Either. I'm not papa, Bra. Is the car papa?"

The one asked was even glued with a frown. "Lho, Shireen? You're here?"

Somehow Shireen suddenly felt that Ibra accused him of following the man, but he just happened to pass by.

"L-yes, I'm out of tutoring."

May Ibra believe, because since the last few days the look of Ibra has never been good to him, except in front of Kenan.