Residual Flavour
Scrap versus cheap

Slowly Deva stood up, the god did the same. However, his movements, making the view of the man back unclear. The eyes of the Gods were like shrouded in a thin mist with swirling stars. The god closed his eyes for a moment. Trying to control the situation.

Deva, who lowered her head, was of course unaware of what God was feeling. The woman was busy wiping her tears. Baby, the tears aren't over. The clear thread even continued to flow profusely.

The god in between his efforts to stay upright, embracing the shoulder of his personal assistant "Don't be here, Dev. Spill it in there. We go back to the car, yes," he said, shaking and opening his eyes at a glance because his gaze did not return clear.

The two walked slowly towards the parking area. Deva and Dewa's steps were both slow. Deva's head leaned against the superior's arm involuntarily. Deva does not care, what is done increasingly makes the focus of God unguided. The man felt several things at the same time. The unusual beating of his heart, the blurred vision of the eyes, and the constantly trying brain remind the heart not to be pierced by the arrow of love.

"We go straight home, yeah. Toys for Nyong can be next time," said Dewa once they were in the car.

Deva shook her head strongly while wiping away the remains of tears. "No, Sir. Let's buy it."

The god opened his eyes again before running all four wheels of his vehicle. Hopefully, what he is experiencing right now, has no impact on their journey. Although a bit doubtful, his feet began to press the gas pedal slowly.

Deva turned to the superior, sensing that something was strange. Sweat pouring from the temple of God, confirms if the man is not okay. "Mother why? You sick?"

Of course the God shook his head. He rubbed his sweat quickly. "I'm sultry, Dev," he said - lying. God's car coolers work perfectly. The afternoon air outside is also cold.

Deva ventured to touch the neck and forehead of the God to make sure what was on her mind was right. In Deva's current vision, the face of the Deity looked extremely pale.

"Put the car, sir. Let me drive." Deva said it with sincere concern.

God also according to what Deva said. After making sure the road ahead was quiet, the man stopped his car. Let Deva take his place.

"Maybe I just catch a cold, Dev. Or my stomach is relapsing. When I was in Bali I drank a little cooktail, maybe the alcohol was quite high. I haven't had a drink in a long time, it could be that my stomach is shocked."

"It could be, sir. I have a magh drug in my bag. You can take. Who knows, it could be easy. At the back of my bag, sir," Deva removed one hand from the wheel for a moment to point at her bag lying near the hand brake lever.

God obeys what Deva says. The man chewed the medicine. Then he slightly changed the position of the car seat he was sitting in, making it half lying down.

"Father is too tired, the wind can also. If papa first, always ask dikerokin mama. After that, eat it." Deva spoke without looking at the God.

"Groan? What'sthat?" The god asked while closing his eyes.

"Mother doesn't know scrapings? Astagah, where have you been all this time? Try looking on the internet," Deva snorted.

Because you want to get better soon, whatever people's advice, as long as it still makes sense, will certainly be done. The god paused his intention to close his eyes, he picked up the phone and actually found out about the "grook".

"Of course not, just try it later at home" Deva said.

"You're going to knock me out? You see my body, dong?" The god asked while imagining him half-naked in Deva's eyes. Suddenly his pants felt tight on their own.

Deva did not answer, as the woman was focused on looking at the opposite side. He was about to turn his car around to the big toy store across the street where his car is now located.

"Dev ... Why not answer? You want my kerokin? Mama can't be like this. I never saw mama. I don't want the housekeeper to touch my back. I'm not smart, but not comfortable. After all, my body is still original."

"Indeed if I touch, can guarantee you will be comfortable? If so, I don't mind. Just this scraping," Deva's mouthful, relaxing without a burden.

The two paused the debate about the "groan", God and Deva went down to the toy store and bought each one a toy for Jason. Not lingering, they immediately returned to continue their journey home.

On the other hand, Dave who felt his heart was so broken, chose not to go straight to his apartment. The man spent some time reading the Quran in a mosque. Seeking conditioning as well as strengthening the Trialer, is the best way when there are no more reliable humans.

As contained in Surat An-Nisa: 125, Allah SWT said: "And who is better in religion than he who sincerely surrenders himself to Allah, he was doing good and he was following the righteous religion of Abraham?..."

Giving up, of course, is a form of sincerity. Indeed, everything that happens on earth - according to the will of God. Sincere is difficult, easy to pronounce verbally. However, it is often opposed by the heart and mind.

"O Allah, O Robb, I believe You are planning something that is best for me. I'm sure everything happened with your permission. Strengthen me, expand my heart with sincerity. I don't want to forget Deva. Let him stay in my heart and mind. Just one of my doors. Happy Deva. I felt loss, pain, and hurt. I won't complain about what I feel anymore. Origin of Deva's happiness." Dave's eyes were so deep.

Heart when you say it. However, sincerity often needs to be forced. He did not come immediately along with the trials and exams given. Please, we ourselves present. The process to sincerity, not enough for a moment. It is not easy - there are often cries and sacrifices that accompany it.

After feeling his heart was much better, Dave just decided to return to the apartment. The place he never wanted to live. Actually, Dave bought it just as an asset.

Setting foot in the apartment lobby, Dave's mood had improved, immediately as if retested with the presence of someone waiting for him impatiently.

"Where have you been, Dave? I've been from home to pick things up, and you just got here? You must have met your cheap ex?" diras Dira with origin.

"Never call Deva cheap, Dir. I try to start well. Do the same thing. You won't get better, just by demeaning others."

"Deva is cheap, Dave. He pretends to be good in front of you. But just look, not too long ago, he was able to hook my brother. Smart enough, he knows exactly who his prey is."

Dave looked at Dira sharply. "There's a lot of glass here, Dir. If you consider Deva cheap, what about you? If you really feel expensive, why take the property of someone you consider cheap?"