Residual Flavour
Each has a story

Dave walked first to the elevator regardless of Dira being troubled by the three large suitcases he was carrying. He didn't want to help at all. Enough for Dave to swipe one suitcase of his own.

"Dave, help me. Dave!" shouted Dira, of course attracting the attention of some people who were there.

Dave's not his name if he trembles and gives up on Dira. The man remained leisurely, stopping at the elevator door without looking at Dira who was busy nagging while dragging three piles of suitcases that made his chest up only visible.

With great difficulty, Dira finally managed to get into the same elevator with Dave. Her husband still ignored her. "Look at it, Dave. Now we're looking. What rest you on temptation. I won't give up until what I want is achieved." The oath in his heart.

The elevator stopped right on the third floor, a sign that Dave's apartment room was as simple as the man had said before. Of course, it makes Dira even more upset with the husband.

"Dave you're a regular obstetrician at an international hospital, what's your monthly salary, I know exactly. Is this all you can give? Even my room is wider than your room," said Dira heartlessly as soon as she entered the room Dave had just opened.

"It's not how much I pay, Dir. It's about how much I'm giving you. A husband is obligated to give home a living and a decent living, I will give. This apartment is far above worthy for a wife who knows very well her husband does not save love at all for her. If you want more, marry a man who adores you like a queen." Dave turned on the air conditioner, so that the hot atmosphere due to his debate with Dira was slightly muffled.

Although small, everything looks neat and ready to live. The type of junior apartment 4 was actually accidentally chosen by Dave. But apparently this type is more comfortable than the type of studio that only has one room.

"This big one is my room, don't ever enter without my permission. You're over there." Dave pointed to a two-by-three-meter room adjacent to the kitchen.

"Dave, how can we have different rooms? We are halal if we want to do anything." Dira stomped his feet and raised his voice in annoyance.

Dave approached Dira and looked at the woman cynically. "Learn about the basic duties and rights of a wife. Remember, Dir! The purpose of marriage is not just to justify intercourse. There are many other services that can be done in marriage. The first thing we have to do is learn to love and accept each other sincerely. What I'm doing now is at your risk because you chose to marry a man who doesn't love you."

Dira clenched both of his hands so tightly. He was eager to hit Dave's mouth which was always sharp and spicy when talking to him. "Review you, Dave. I'm not stupid, I can definitely make you turn after me."

Saw Dave come into the room. Dira hurriedly reached into the small pouch inside his bag. The woman took the three drugs stored there, and swallowed them without water.

On the other hand, precisely in the hospital where papa Debora was treated. The happy news was given by the head of the team of doctors who handle Donation. The man, by the power of God, made it through his critical period so quickly. Currently, Donors are only waiting for time to be transferred to the usual treatment room.

"Ma, we better keep it a secret about papa's condition now from anyone. It's not that Deb puts excessive suspicion on Om Agas and Om Rudi, but we deserve to be careful. Papa's problem and they're not simple" Deborah told her mother.

"You're right, Deb. Do we need to move hospitals? If it's still here, Mama believes Rudi and Agas can easily find us" Widya said.

"Deb talked to the doctor first, Ma. If you can, moving to a hospital would be better. Deb is really uncomfortable with OM Agas and Om Rudi. Lately, they've been so aggressively pushing us."

Widya took a deep breath. If time could be pulled back, he would choose to act more boldly from the start. Let his family be destroyed. The origin of truth is established. Their lives do not continue in the shadow of sin and guilt.

"Yes, Deb found Doctor Dirga first. I hope yes, Ma." The woman left her mother alone in the waiting room of a patient who was observing.

While Deborah was still talking seriously with the doctor who was dealing with the Benefactor, Deity and Deva finally arrived at Deswita's house.

"Mrs Deva ... Nyill ...," said Jason, very excited.

"How are you, Jas ...." Deva approached Jason as soon as he got out of the car. A warm hug was given by the woman.

"Can Jason kiss Deva's sister? Jason misses the same big brother," woo the kindergarten boy.

"Of course I can." Deva bent her body until her face was aligned with Jason's face.

The gods could only snort annoyedly at Jason's actions. "Basic playboy cilik. pinter really looking for a chance. Fortunately still a boy, big dikit berantem also nih," he said in his heart.

Ignoring the God who was carrying two paper bags containing Jason's toys, the boy instead struggled on Deva's hip as he walked into the house.

"Nyong, will you?" Eventually the Gods could not also restrain themselves from being ignored.

Jason stopped his steps, then turned around. To find what the gods show. Instantly the boy removed his hand from Deva's hip.

"Why not talk about it, anyway, Nyil. It'll be good this way." The boy immediately reached out his hand to receive the overflow of paper bags from the Gods.

"Don't forget to learn. Remember, if you don't pass the boarding school, the school is off the planet." The god again blinked his eyes a little better than a moment ago.

"You guys have come, why not ngabarin mama first? Mama hasn't prepared any food for you." Deswita suddenly appeared directly hugging Deva first.

"Why is it all about bowing Deva first, instead of here the host God," the Deity annoyed as he threw his body on the sofa.

"You're already big, Nyil. Old even. No pantes whining like a boy. Pantesnya, you've made a boy," as Deswita continued while chuckling towards her only son.

"God is not well, Ma. Eyes all of a sudden blur. Cook in the wind?" the lamented God was instantly spoiled on Deswita.

"We'll just call the doctor, yeah." Deswita immediately grabbed the phone in her sweater pocket.

At the same time, Deva's phone rang. Deva is a bit away from Deswita, the God and Jason when receiving the call.

At the same time but in a different place, precisely the residence of Agas and Fira. The two old couples seemed to be fighting with their mouths very fierce.

"I'm not strong, Mom. It's enough that I've received all your treatment all this time. What you're doing, it's crossed the line" said Fira.

"Do it if you dare. Just so you know, I won't let you take anything with you when you get out of the house. What you enjoy now, all my hard work. Who are you without me, Fir," cynical Agas.