Residual Flavour
About taste that is not just a remnant

"I have absolutely no obligation to answer your question, do I? Because it's my privacy, Dave. After all, anything that has to do with Deva, it's not your responsibility anymore. Just like you, he also has the right to be married and happy with whoever his new partner will be" said God.

"I know, Wa. No need to remind me of our status now. I just want to make sure, Deva won't feel the same hurt. If you just want to try, please don't Deva. Like you said, Deva deserves to be happy."

The gods only smiled faintly. "Deva's not a stupid girl, Dave. He's very loyal. He couldn't have made the same mistake. If he had to get hurt, he wouldn't have chosen the same path as when he was in a relationship with you. I'm sure, once his heart has made a choice. Deva won't waste too long just dating."

Dave wants to chimed in, but Deva's steps are getting closer to him and the god-reducing intent is instantaneous.

"The Lord wants to come?" deva asked without daring to look at Dave.

The god shook his head. "I'll just wait here." God leaned his back against his car. Suddenly, he felt his vision a little blurry. Slowly, the God massaged the temple of his head with a twisting movement of the fingertips.

"Oh, fine, sir. I won't be long." Deva really still maintain its formality when dealing with Gods.

Deva walks first, only then does Dave catch up with her in the back. The man lowered his head so deeply. He tried to avoid the sight of his eyes so as not to be fully fixed on the figure of Deva.

"Assynergy, Pa ... Ma ...," Deva chose to be in the middle. Between the tombs of Amar and Shinta. The woman rubbed the tombstones of her parents alternately.

Dave chose to stand some distance from the tomb he wanted to visit. He was giving Deva space and time to be more free.

"Pa, Ma, Deva just decided to buy a house. Forgive Deva for not being able to buy our house back. Someday, the house will be ours. Deva promised." Deva's fingers stretched out gently rubbing her mother's tombstone for longer.

Hearing the words home, Dave could only squeeze his chest. The house is now in the name of Deva. But Dave couldn't just give it away. Deva must have balked and felt humbled.

Deva looked back. I realized Dave was there. He hastily returned his focus to the tombs of Shinta and Amar.

After some time Deva prayed, the woman slowly stood up. "Deva comes home first, yes, Ma ... Pa ... Sorry Deva rarely comes. Not because Deva had forgotten, but Deva was also struggling to be friendly with the wounds. Deva prayers may always come to you. Sorry, Deva still likes to complain." Deva hurriedly wiped away the clear fur that had soaked her cheeks.

"Everyone in your position must be complaining, Bee. Very reasonable. I may no longer be able to offer my shoulder for you to lean on. I can't promise that there will always be everywhere you need it. I'm sorry, for making everything feel heavier and harder for you. My love now, doesn't change it with nonsense. What does love mean if all I have is just a word. There are limits that make me unable to prove - this love will always be the same and kept neat for you." Dave immediately squatted between the two tombs while wiping his tears.

Deva bit her own lower lip firmly. Until it leaves scars and a little wound that bleeds there. He turned his face, looking at the blue sky that was partly covered in clumping clouds. The real heartbreak is the one he is feeling with Dave. When hearts are still intertwined in love, logic forces them to separate.

Deva budging. His feet are heavy to walk. The clear thread continued to wet his cheeks without excuse. "Oh Allah .. Why am I this weak. Pa ... Ma ... Deva kangen's. Why does heavy Deva leave you like this."

Deva's shoulders looked shaken, her sobs sounded bitter. Dave quits his prayers. If the status was not now the husband of the person, he would have embraced Deva's body from behind.

Dave shakes his head. The man also bit his lower lip to hold back the crying sound that also urged escaping from him. Dave's hand hangs over Deva's shoulder. Doubts about wanting to touch or not.

"No, you're too precious, Bee. Don't let me, what I did made you look cheap in the eyes of others. Ii'm sorry. Not that I have the heart, really I can only take care of you in this way." Dave just passed Deva's body. He no longer dared to look back. Dave's tears were flowing uncontrollably. "I'm sorry, Bee. Sorry for my helplessness" he said.

The god who is still massaging his head, a little surprised by the sound of Dave's fist hitting the hood of the taxi car that is still faithful waiting for the man. Not only God was surprised, the taxi driver in the car was immediately awakened.

"Dave ... What's wrong? Where is Deva?" The gods suddenly panicked.

Dave tried to catch his breath. "I'm taking Deva, Wa. I know you love her. All my life, since knowing and being with him. I never expected to say these words. Let alone letting another man say love to Deva, there looked at her with admiration I did not accept. You're right, Deva is no longer my responsibility. But I've made a promise to Papa Amar to always take care of Deva."

God let Dave catch his breath for a moment. He did not intend to respond quickly.

"Love Deva is better than the way I love her, Wa. He needs a backrest. Deva is a woman. Looks strong and fine, not necessarily with his heart. He has a deep wound. I hope I didn't misjudge you." Dave patted the god's shoulder. The man rushed into the taxi. Then ordered the driver who was still astonished outside, to immediately drive his vehicle.

The gods rushed after Deva. His heart was instantly filled. Looking at the female figure who was of course Deva, was hugging a tombstone that read Shinta.

The god stepped foot slowly approaching the figure. Then he crouched down in order to match Deva's position.

"Cry as much as you do, Dev. describe everything you feel. Take off all the burdens that are pressing on your chest. What you're doing, doesn't make you look weak at all." With a little bit of recklessness, the Lord straightened Deva's back by slightly pulling the woman's shoulders slowly.

"But it's not here, your mother's father just needs a prayer, Dev. They will feel sad when you complain to them. Complained me. I'll listen as long as you want."

Deva looked at the God wistfully. However, the man returned his gaze with a gaze so warm and reassuring.