Residual Flavour
Treatment money for Dira

"You no longer deserve to be called a human being. I desperately kept your dignity in front of your family, also in front of Dave. But what are you doing? you still hurt me. Which wife is willing to be cheated on constantly? I'm silent, closing my eyes and ears - not because I'm stupid, I'm ashamed that until Dave knows all our problems. Enough of him to take your sins." Fira's tears shed instantly.

"Enough, Fira! Shut your mouth if you can only complain like this. It's good I didn't divorce you. Fucking barren woman-female pesky carrier. If you have any objections, please get out of this house." Agas left Fira who was rested on the carpet with sobs of increasingly bitter tears.

"O Allah .forgive me all this time. Give me the strength and courage to fight Mas Agas, O Allah Ya Robb, I am patient enough to get here." Fira prayed in her heart. His hand squeezed the part of his chest that felt tight.

Fira grabbed her phone that was on the edge of the bed. A moment later, however, the woman placed it back up there. "No, I can't possibly ask for an opinion or ask Dave for help. I'm shy. What kind of mother am I. I destroyed my own son. For what? What did I get? Just treason."

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The next morning, the rush had already begun at Deswita's residence. The god who looks fit because it has got a scraping from Deva and also examined by a doctor, seems to have prepared at the dining table.

"Deva where, Ma?" ask the gods to Deswita. His eyes rolled around. Looking for the figure he asked.

"Well, he's not saying good to you? Morning after dawn Deva has left. He said there was a need. He wants to see his friend before he goes to the office."

Deswita's answer made the Gods think hard. A friend as important as what makes Deva have to meet so early? The conjecture of the God immediately leads to Deborah. He wanted to make sure. However, it is highly unlikely that God contacted his former lover to inquire about Deva's whereabouts.

"Nyil, Mama really feels right with Deva. What if he told me to stay here?"

"Deva already has a home, Ma. It's not good we live in the same house as him. After all, Gods and Devas were not brothers. There will be slander. Don't let that happen. Nyil does not want to be forced into marriage with Mr. RW because he was found out to be the same as a virgin," said God, hurriedly.

"You're exaggerating. Where there is so. We do not live in the village-that you sneeze a glass of your neighbors shakes. Let alone one Deva, twenty Deva nginep here where there are neighbors know," Deswita said a little sewot.

"Whatever the reason, essentially Deva will move into her own house next week. Not too far away. Teteps can confide, ntar the God who picked him up deh."

"A lot of spirit, Nyil? You have a crush on Deva?" search Deswita.

"Ehem .. ngaku, Nyil. Can't lie. Liar his nostrils wide, "Jason who had just been silent because he was busy spending food on his plate, began to chim in.

"Bocil knows what? Wipe your snot before the adult chat." God throws a piece of apple at Jason's plate.

"Nyil, that's it. You eat there. If you're serious about Deva, Mama will support you. Otherwise, it's better not to approach him. Mama doesn't want to lose a friend like Deva, because of an uncertain relationship."

The god scratched his hair that was not itchy. Two people asked him the same question. Plus one more thing, he would really have a serious conversation with his heart. It could be, his attitude towards Deva was indeed excessive in the eyes of others.

If at the house of God the debate that occurred was a debate interspersed with love, unlike the case with what was happening in Dave's apartment. Where the new couple was already embroiled in an economic debate in the morning.

"Dave, enough of you to insult me! This kind of money, I can get by myself easily." Dira threw two hundred thousand pieces of money onto the dining table.

"That's all I want to give you. Have you forgotten the meaning of gratitude, Dir? With two hundred thousand dollars, you can eat delicious three times. Later every month I will give you extra money to keep your plastic face well maintained. I'm very understanding, Dir. Beautiful in the hands of a doctor, certainly need extra care. I'll give you over a million dollars for your treatment every month."

Dira's eyes reddened, he grabbed the glass in front of him, then slammed the object to the floor until it broke into rubble.

"What do you want, Dave? You better not give me any money at all if you can only do this. You think I'm poor?"

"You are poor, Dir. Poor conscience and brain. Money does not make you classy and elegant. In my eyes, that kind of money is big enough for you. I can definitely give you more, but for what? You are not my chosen wife. Don't ask me what I want. Because my intention from the beginning was clear," Dave cynically.

Dira was about to leave Dave. However, swiftly, Dave held his wife's arm. "Where are you? Clean the floor first. I don't like dirty places. I'm not actually asking you to clean up. But you who do-you are also responsible."

"I'm your wife, Dave. I'm not your maid. My mom Papa never told me to be like this" Dira denied.

Dave lowered his hand from Dira's arm. "And I'm not your papa's mom. I own this apartment, I'm your husband. The rules that apply are my rules. If you mind, you know where to complain? Komnas protection of women or just go to the religious court there," Dave said.

Dira resentfully headed towards the place where the broom and pengki were. From his movements alone, there was clearly a sense of detachment. He kept cursing and cursing Dave in his heart.

"Each of us, responsible for the cleanliness of each area. Since I still cherish you as a wife, I didn't tell you to wash my clothes, let alone prepare my food. I can take care of it myself. There's no you, for me the same, Dir. My advice, don't keep raising your mind. If you expect me to behave like a husband, you'd better get some sleep. Your dreams may be far more beautiful than the reality you'll face with me."

Dira stared at Dave's departure in annoyance. I was sure her husband was far from the door of the apartment. Dira again vent his emotions by slamming a few glasses and dishes in the kitchen that are directly connected to the living room as well as the living room.

"You're a jerk, Dave! Brengsek!" screamed repeatedly.

Ringing Dira's phone, making the woman immediately stop the action. An unknown phone number was on her phone screen. The woman ignored it too. However, not long ago, the high-tech flat object rang again. Lazy and forced, Dira was finally forced to shift the green button on the screen of his phone.

"Hello," said Dira, so sniffy.

Not long after, the look on Dira's face changed. His hand trembled with a pushy and reddened look holding back the cry. "Mama ...," he said.