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Due to not getting certainty from the caller, Deva also remained in his stance who would return to Jakarta after the work scheduled impromptu by Dewa was completed. The woman casually turned off her phone.

"Enjoy your time, Dev. Sometimes enjoy and spoil your life." Deva then get ready to perform Dhuhur prayer.

Meanwhile, the God who had just escorted Dira to his cousin's sister's room, immediately returned to his own room. He also prayed as Deva did. It did not take long, the God who was wearing jeans and plain marun t-shirts combined with sneakers, seemed to be silent in front of the mirror.

"Why am I deg-deg'an like this. Is it because I'm a laper?" ask God to himself while tidying his hair using pamode. "Please, to the heart .. Please do not betray. Listen to me with all my wits and thoughts, I don't want to fall for anyone yet. So do not let you step presumptuously put your heart carelessly," said the God to yourself.

God glanced at the clock on his wrist. It's still an hour away from the agreed time with Deva. Instead of waiting in a daydream, God decided to meet Dave for a while. There's a lot he wants to talk about. Not to want to interfere. This time, he only wanted to do his duty as an elder brother.

Not knowing where Dave's room was, God was forced to ask the receptionist first. Armed with good negotiating skills, plus the genius that arises precisely when dealing with women who do not disturb his heart - God finally managed to know where the position of Dave's room is.

After knocking on the door for a moment, the door slowly opened. Dave's cold face welcomed without a smile at all. "What do you need?" tanyakanya.

"I'm gonna ask you for a minute. There are some things I want to talk about," God asked.

"I was lazy everywhere. If you want, we can talk inside." Dave opened the door wider.

The god nodded in agreement as he stepped foot into the room. "No problem. Just for a minute."

"Please! I'm lazy to make small talk" Dave said, throwing his ass over the single sofa opposite God's seat.

"Dave, I know you married Dira very, very forcedly. I came here as a sister. I'm understand. Loving Dira, now might be a hard thing for you. But with humility, please, help awaken Dira. Make his nature and attitude better." The god said it with a serious look expectantly.

Dave breathed a little heavy. "I can what? Dira forces all things too much. He talks like it's all easy."

"Can, Dave. You can do anything to Dira. Maybe you don't love her, but I'm not a joke, right? I'm not asking you to accept Dira, but help her get out of her own bad thoughts. What happened in his past, with his acceptance of the unkind reality, shaped him as he is now. Please, Dave."

"I don't promise, Wa. I'm also setting my own heart" Dave said.

"I'm not forcing you either. Who knows, a change in Dira's attitude later, can make you escape from all the pressure. Thank you, if you can love him." The god stood up because he felt he had given enough to Dave his wish.

"I made a promise to someone. My love, just stop at him. You must know who I mean by him." Dave stood up. Then he walked towards the door and opened it wide.

"Thank you for the time" said the Lord.

Dave just smiled thinly. After the back of God was no longer visible in his vision, he again tightly shut the door of his room.

****

The gods wait for Deva in the hotel lobby. The black glasses she wore, made her appearance look even more so cool. Like others who wait for someone to come, God busies himself with his high-tech flat objects. He played the love game of a million people. Especially if it's not Mobile Legend. Just now he was about to win the game, but an incoming call from someone, made the Gods have to delay the victory and curse annoyed.

"What's wrong?" Without greeting or saying stale, God immediately said the two words after receiving the phone call.

"Tomorrow, yeah. Can't do it now. Once we get to Jakarta, I'll take Deva to see you. Don't pushy. There are many things he has experienced. You've been cruel, don't keep pushing him with something outside his responsibility. The feeling that haunts you is entirely your own fault. It's not Deva's duty to help you out of guilt. Please, understand." The god ended his phone call.

At the same time, Deva appeared with a relaxed look that was not much different from Gods. Only, the woman wore a long-sleeved outer to cover her hands. Just like the Gods, Deva also wore black glasses. In the eyes of others who were looking, it was clear both of them were like couple goals.

"Mother don't wear a jacket?" tanya Deva was still so formal when talking to the Gods.

The man being questioned shook his head. "No, I'm a lackey, Dev. Cook fear of heat. A little black, won't diminish my good looks."

Deva flicked her lips while looking at the God. Acknowledging what his superior said was indeed true. For the size of men, the Gods were arguably too white. Physically, Deva prefers men who are not as clear as Dave. It looks more attractive and seductive in her eyes.

"You admire my good looks? Or go on?"

The Lord's question made Deva aware that she had made a mistake. Black glasses, apparently not completely cover the direction of eye movement.

Both of them immediately approached the hotel employees who were looking for a motorbike rental for them. After getting the key along with the letter of the vehicle number, Deva and Dewa simultaneously walked to the lobby where the motorbike had been prepared.

Deva swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. A red sport bike, with a very riding position, plastered in front of him.

"So not going, anyway? bengong mulu from earlier." The god held out the helmet that had been on the bike to Deva.

"Are we really wearing this?" Deva received the helmet doubtfully.

"Yes kali is kidding. Don't wanna? Who said it was up to who? You girls, it's always mysterious. Behind the word whatever, it's just the wrong play." The god grumbled while wearing his helmet.

Deva also wears a helmet while continuing to look at the position of her bonfire. Imagining how close his body was to the Gods later, made him restless.

"I know what you're imagining. Apparently, if you are thinking dirty, you can immediately lose intelligence. Deva Magnolia, that's your backpack, can you wear it in the front? Let your queen's chest not hit me hard on the back."

Without rebutting, Deva did what the gods said. "Everything, anyway. Stupid, how can I not think, "his mind.

"Roving up." The god who was already on the bike again rebuked Deva.

After Deva was on top of the bonfire, the God turned on his motor. Without a cue, he gave off a slight jolt that made Deva's body advance forward.

"Sir, for safety's sake, where should I hold?" Deva asked me softly.

"Whatever."

Slowly, Deva placed her hand on the shoulder of the God. "Already sir" he said.