Residual Flavour
To Deborah's house

Deva hurriedly stuffed her suitcase into the car. Then he rushed to follow the steps of Agas and Nina who were still visible in his vision. Deva wore her black glasses, as if she was a true scout.

The woman's mind was looking back. The attitude of the two people who usually always look formal if they are with their respective partners is inversely proportional to the current condition. As it turned out, Agas and Nina headed for the departure gate. However, only one of them entered the passenger gate.

"Astaghfiruallah .. This is not true, or am I too exaggerated to see what they are doing? Is kissing the left right cheek and forehead a common thing for a besan?" Deva wonders to herself after witnessing how Agas kissed Nina full of gentleness.

After making sure Nina disappeared from his sight, Agas turned around. He hurriedly walked back to the direction where his car was parked. Deva continued to follow the man, with a little courage, the woman took a step to walk with half a run.

"I'm sorry, I'm chasing time" Deva said after deliberately nudging Agas' arm.

"Deva .. how can you be here?" Agas asked while looking to the left right and also to the back. Find out which way Deva is coming from. The man looked surprised and uncomfortable.

"I just got home from Chicago, Pa. How come Papa Agas is here too? Where's Mama Fira going?" Deva pretended to pay attention to the circumstances around Agas.

"Mama Fira at home. Coincidentally, there was a relationship meeting here. Papa first yes, Dev." Agas hurried to leave Deva.

Deva took a deep breath. He was well aware, what had just happened, was not his business at all. However, as a person who has been feeling the kindness of Dave and his family. He can't stay still.

"Hopefully this is just my feeling" he said as he walked closer to the God's car.

Deva walks slowly, deliberately letting Agas leave the place first before he gets there. Fortunately, the gods have not appeared yet. So Deva does not need to look for excuses if caught stalking someone.

"Finally," Deva muttered as she slammed her butt in the seat behind the wheel.

Not long after, the god was seen walking closer to his car. The man opened the back door to put the suitcase. Seeing Deva sitting in the position of steering controller, God also frowned while approaching the steering side door and immediately opened the door when he got there.

"Do you know where Deborah's house is? Shift!" god's orders, while directly urging Deva's sitting position.

"Patience of time, sir. I usually tell me to drive. Only you show the direction of the road, why so complicated. Why not just let me through the door anyway," said Deva while stepping over the brake hand lever and the middle board where the gear lever.

The gods did not answer. Once Deva had sat in place, the man immediately raised the hand brake lever, and pressed the gas achy deeper. The car left the airport parking lot lightning-fast.

Not until thirty minutes, they also arrived at a luxurious house and hovered quite high. From the main gate, to get to the main door of the house, it still takes approximately three minutes more.

"Are you ready, Dev?" asked God while tidying his hair with a mirror in the sunvisor in front of him.

"What do I have to prepare? Just meet, why should you get everything ready. That question is more appropriate for you. Meeting an ex, it must be cool. Make the ex regret, because it's left," kekeh Deva.

"Realat, Dev. We parted ways on a mutual decision. No leaving and being abandoned. To me, there is no ex. If it's beautiful, why be an ex." God shut off the vehicle engine and unplugged the key.

Just now that Deva and the Gods stepped foot a step, the door of the main house that the two were aiming for was already open. The welcome smile given by Deborah, was unable to hide the swollen eyes due to the crying that might have been done for so long.

"You're finally here, too, Dev. Thanks, yeah." Debora reached out to Deva and hugged the former Dave's body so tightly. Both breasts stick perfectly. Until Deva can feel the heartbeat of Deborah beating unusual.

The three go hand in hand. Equally silent. No words of stale language were spoken.

"Please sit. I stayed inside for a while."

Deity and Deva simultaneously responded to Deborah's words with a nod. The two sat next to each other on a long sofa. The god looked around him. Not much change happened. The house is still the same as a few years ago when he still often met Debora.

A moment later, Deborah reappears with her mother-Widya. The woman above middle-aged condition is not much different from the child, even her eyes are more puffy, her face looks so tired.

"Thank you for finally coming. Can you come with Mom?" Widya immediately asked gently to Deva.

"Where are you going, Mom?" Deva frowned because she did not understand what Widya meant.

"You just come along. Just briefly. Not anywhere, just inside." Widya pulls Deva's hand. "Deb, you're with God first" he added, looking at the child.

Deva then walked with Widya to a room not far from the family room. The room is located almost at the end of the first floor. As soon as the door opened, a man, like Amar, appeared weakly on the bed. A hose was connected on his nose.

"Let's go in!" invite Widya with a soft voice.

Deva followed the footsteps of the mother of Debora.

"Sit here, Dev." Widya patted the chair beside the bed that was near the man's hand figure lying down.

Widya bent her body, close her mouth to the ear of a figure who is none other than the father of Deborah.

"Pa, this is his Deva-Kid, Mr. Amar" whispered Widya.

Hearing the name of his father called, Deva suddenly felt bad. The woman took a deep breath. Hopefully, not something heavy that will be heard.

The eyes of the figure of the man named Benefactor slowly opened. He moved his head slightly in order to see Deva more clearly. His hands also moved slowly. Like I was looking for something. Widya, who understood the meaning of the husband, was moved to reach Deva's hand, then unite it with the hand of a philanthropist.

"It's Deva, Pa. He's already here. Papa spoke slowly, yes. Don't be too forced." Widya spoke softly to her husband.

The benefactor nodded weakly. "I'm sorry Mr. ..," he said.

"We never met, did we, sir?" Deva asked carefully.

The man shook his head slowly, even the movement was almost invisible. "Ba--,"

The generous voice was stifled as the room door suddenly opened impatiently. The figure of Rudi and Agas, seemed to be standing there with a very sharp gaze fixed on Widya.