Residual Flavour
Home to Deva

"Om just helping Agas. As a besan, it's not unusual for us to help each other. Agas is very much related to this problem," said Rudi.

The god smiled cynically. "And the Gods have no interest whatsoever, Om. It is better that Om does not need to explain everything to the Gods. Not everything we have to understand and know," asserted God as he approached Deva who was still standing glued in the corridor earlier.

Feeling her efforts were in vain, Rudi left the hospital in disappointment. Now the man must think harder so that what has been going well for years does not become a mess because of the work of Generosity.

"So find a boarding place, no? If so, it's better now. We don't know when Papa Deborah will be found. Just finish the business you think is more important."

Deva raised her face slightly in order to return the gaze of the Gods. These few days, there was something strange in their communication. The pride of the Gods, it was rarely heard. For Deva, the deity's attitude has been a little too sweet and kind lately.

"I say goodbye to Ms. Widya and Deborah first, sir."

The god swallowed his saliva slowly, his jakun looked up and down. He was often reminded, but his heart still betrayed. When the mind and brain are compact keeping the taste, the heart is already preempted to admire. Every time you want to avoid togetherness, nature is getting closer to them. There is always a reason and a way to get them both.

"Be careful, don't go too far to betray. If you get hurt. I won't be able to treat it. Deva's not the right person for you to dock. He's good, but his love, it may be hard for you to reach." Inner God. His eyes could not be seen the figure that was filling his mind.

Despite the weight, Debora and Widya eventually let Deva leave the hospital. The two are well aware it is impossible to hold Deva linger there in a certain sense. If they could speak honestly, it would now be done. However, the promise of the Benefactor shuts their mouths shut not to speak the truth. Only the Benefactor will explain everything directly to Deva.

"May Mr. Dongrawan's condition soon improve" Deva prayed before actually leaving Widya and Debora.

"Thank you, Dev. Your arrival means a lot to us, especially to papa. We promise, once papa's condition is better, we'll explain everything. Papa will definitely heal. There's still a lot to be done." Deborah let go of Deva's hand. His face is so sad.

"Amiin ...," said Deva. Agas' words suddenly flashed in his ear. Deva shook his head slowly, trying to neutralize his thoughts so as not to quickly judge. He must hear from both directions, digest, seek the opinion of a neutral person, only then can he decide.

Deva and the Gods finally completely left the hospital. The god directs his car to a housing that is still in the direction of his house. It's just that, it's deeper and it has to pass through three other large housing. Deva who had been daydreaming, of course, had not questioned where God took him.

"Where is this?" Deva only realized after the car stopped in a row of small-sized houses with an elegant minimalist style.

"You're looking for a house, right? It suits you. Not big, from the office just forty-five minutes. Easy access. But you should have your own vehicle anyway, let it be easy. And of course the price is still affordable," explained Dewa at length.

Deva looked at the God in surprise. "Father part of their marketing, huh? Looks like a good promotion."

"Jeez, Dev, my salary in the company alone can make a salary of 25 marketing salaries here. I know because this is housing that I was wondering when we met at the hotel last time. You have taken this housing, rather than the rent will waste your money." The god gave a suggestion in a half-forceful tone.

"Sir, if there is money, I would also buy. The problem is that my money is not there. Let alone to buy, make DP KPR too, will not be enough." Deva to raise the tone of his speech because he was too upset with the gods.

The reflex god grabbed Deva's wrist. "much. Devas. You have a smart brain, a perfect physique. You can think and work. Many people love and care about you, my mother, Jason, and including the husband of that person. You just tell me how much money you have, I help take care of everything. You take a month off your payday. Beres, right? You have assets and your money doesn't just disappear. Think smart, Dev. There is no harm in debt, as long as there is benefit."

Deva did not answer. He really has to count the length. The price of the house in front of it, although small-including is not cheap either. It even touched the "M" number". The savings are only 10% of the overall price.

"It's too heavy, sir. No, I can't afford it." Deva shook her head strongly.

"You can, Dev. This is all. I know exactly how much your salary is, soon the annual bonus will come out too, right? It is quite possible to cover up. You're a monthly installer with half your salary. It'll be over 7 years, equivalent to your relationship with Dave. Deal!" The god immediately shook Deva's hand without caring for his personal assistant it was still not even decided anything.

Dewa then invites Deva to walk towards the developer's office housing which is not far from where his car is parked. Deva who was completely confused as well as still counting, could not issue any protests.

Arriving there, they were immediately greeted by marketing who had always secretly replied to a message with God. That is why the man already has a definite count of the housing price if purchased cash or credit.

"Welcome, Lord. So which unit would you like to take? We still have a few options on the block with a special view. Or maybe you just chose? Our housing, it is suitable for newlywed couples. Not too broad, so as to minimize the sense of kangen couples who usually tend to want to stick constantly. If you are cooking, you can see while sitting sweet in the living room. How's it?" Marketing named Denis was immediately welcomed with a series of words that made Deva more dizzy.

"Select, Dev." Not refuting the remark of the marketing, Dewa directly thrust a piece of housing plan.

"But, Mr ...." Deva hesitantly accepted the brochure.

"Did not accept rejection. It's the best. Or do you want to stay in my house?"

Inevitably, Deva finally noticed the floor plan that was on the paper earlier. He's not really focused there. Of course because he still imagines how he will pay and also the long process of applying for credit.

Deva took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. Closing his eyes, he said, "Bismillah." The index finger of the woman pointed to a medium-sized house, which was indeed the target of God. The price is different from the price they were talking about.

The god hurriedly pulled the paper from Deva's hand. "Okay mbak, as indicated by Bu Deva earlier, yes. Tomorrow please come to my office to take care of everything."

While Deva is still confused by everything the Gods do. On the other hand, Dave and Dira who just landed back in Jakarta, again debating something that makes Dave really careless.

"Dave, I want to stay at my mom's house. Our house is so big. I'm an only child, they won't let me leave the house" Dira tries to seduce Dave.

"As far as you are, Dir. If you think I'm your husband, you should follow me. Since we are both single children, it is better that we stay alone. That's more fair. I have a simple apartment. I only have that, if you want, please come along. Otherwise, I wouldn't have forced it," Dave continued his footsteps leisurely.