Residual Flavour
Fear of Ghosts

Because the vehicle is still in the workshop, Deva also went to the venue for the celebration by using the online motorcycle taxi service.

Arriving at the restaurant where the event was held, Deva did not go directly to a special room on reservation by Diamond Corp. The woman chose to tidy up the appearance first to the toilet. Because Deva did not have time to change clothes or dress up according to the orders of the Gods. Most importantly, he had already made sure his scent still gave off a distinctive soothing fragrance.

Feeling refreshed and tidy, with sure steps and confidence, Deva entered the room in question. Most of the people were there, including Tino. The man immediately stood up to Deva. Both of them took a sitting position next to each other at a table that still contained two other people.

Not long after, the God entered the room with a look that was already different from when he last met Deva in the office an hour ago. Black jeans paired with a light blue slim fit shirt with sleeves rolled up to my side. Her hair was wet and neatly a typical pomade touch. The appearance of the figure, of course, diverts the attention of employees with the same gender as Deva.

Of the fifteen women who came, twelve were trying to attract the attention of the Gods by throwing the best smile of each version. The three women who did not show any overreaction of course included Deva and the two seniors in the staffing division.

The god instantly occupied the seat beside Tino. A position very close to Deva. The man immediately had a close conversation with Tino. While Deva looks happy to reply to a message with someone. Not Dave, but a prison warden who was so good to him. Deva often gets news about her father from the figure.

Amar's condition continues to decline, of course, making Deva always wary. Meeting once a week with time off miss only thirty minutes, is actually very not enough. Deva who always alone face the weight of life problems, of course, need a comfortable leaning friend to just complain.

In the crowd, Deva shed her tears. His heart was not as crowded as the condition of the room where he was. Before Deva's hand managed to wipe the clear grain, the God inadvertently caught the grief on the look on his personal assistant's face.

"Basar lebay, just split the work using a crying event. Every day we meet outside. Loves. So sweet," said the God, in the heart. The man seemed to misinterpret Deva's tears.

The event that was held to build intimacy was also started. A technical director staff hosted the event so graciously. Event after event passed by casually.

The live music entertainment provided adds to the warm atmosphere in the middle of the chat per table while enjoying the dishes chosen by each.

"Dev, you didn't forget, did you? Where's my souvenir?" Tino puts her right hand on Deva.

"Of course not. I'm sure you don't see my gift from the price. I chose this item while imagining the figure of Mr. Tino. I hope you like." Deva gave the paper bag to her former boss.

"Truly two-faced. Just like I'm a sok belagu. It turns out the same Tino to dare mayangin all. You hypocritical woman." The god again cursed Deva from the heart.

After receiving Deva's gift, it is now Tino's turn to give Deva souvenirs. The man reached into the front pocket of the shirt he was wearing, and took something out from there. The tail of the God's eyes continued to notice the motions of the two people beside him. In a bit, he starts to get curious about the truth of the special relationship between Deva and Tino.

Receiving Tino's gift, Deva's eyes instantly glazed over. The woman bit her lips so hard. Tino who had not expected Deva's reaction at all would be like now, could only stare in surprise.

"Of course, why? Is something wrong?" Tino asked in surprise.

Deva clasped the necklace tightly, then held it against her chest. "Nothing's wrong. Excuse me for a moment, sir."

The god frowned, his two thick eyebrows were fused perfectly. "The woman was strange, she was smiling herself, then crying, soon it must be raging." The god glanced at Deva's hurried steps.

Instead of going to the toilet, Deva instead ran towards the car park, under the dim lighting tends to darken. Deva rested her body in a black car with a parking position under a lush tree.

The longer, the more his body slid to the floor. Cry broke. His hand held Tino's necklace possessively. Whether by chance or indeed God is showing His generosity to Deva, the necklace he holds right now is exactly the same as his necklace that was sold consciously for the cost of treatment of the mother.

Deva's memory still crossed, at that time his mother had to be rushed to the hospital, but the deposit money that must be paid to get action is not enough. He sold the only valuable item he had worn since childhood to a kind-hearted female doctor who was willing to help him without much questioning. The necklace was bought at a very expensive price. Although in the end, Mama Deva's life remained unhelpful. At least, there has been a struggle to strive for healing. And now, through the hands of the others, the precious necklace came back to her.

On the other hand, the Deity who had now mingled with several level one employees, felt that something was lacking. When Anthony-technical director, gave him a mobile number, God realized that his smart flat object was left in the car.

Without making small talk, God decided to pick up the phone first. He set foot in his car. Closer to the intended location, the God's sense of hearing caught the sound of female roaring cries. He looked to the right and to the left, then circulated his gaze around. No one caught his eye around the parking lot.

The god ventured forward in his steps. The crying was getting clearer. Suddenly his hair stood up. The god began to recite short surahs that flashed on his head. The closer the car door was, roughly five steps away, the more daunted God became. Complete was already the fear that the Gods felt. Now, not only did his ears hear, but his eyes saw a woman without a face. From all directions, only the messy looking hair covered the headless body.

The lips of the God are getting louder chanting the verse of the chair. Instead of disappearing, the figure even seemed to challenge him.

"Where you are, this is not your place. Return calmly to your nature. If anything still makes you curious, it's definitely not me. Search there. Please leave this place," expel the God with a trembling voice. The man took off his shoes, then threw them hard at the figure that scared him . It didn't hit the target.

Ignoring the God throw that only crossed his arm, the figure rubbed his tear-soaked face, then tidied up the messy hair in a swift motion while rising to his feet. The gods looked at the creature more carefully and thoroughly.

"Good, Dev! You really are a strange woman! I almost hung up because of you!" The god of the road was a bit limp as a result of wearing only one shoe.

"There is a prideful, but it turns out to be a coward," ledek Deva, without feeling guilty, the woman waltzed casually leaving the real God still wanting to berate Deva.