Residual Flavour
There's no apology

Deva gave a faint smile. In silence the woman is setting her heart so that she can control herself on the reality that will be heard later.

Debora and Widya alone-choose to take a little step back behind Deva. Align yourself with a God who seems to not want to be far from the figure of his personal assistant.

"Your father was a very good man, dedicated to his work, and very committed to the value of honesty. The policy that brought your father to the status of the accused, not your father who made. The five of us planned everything neatly. As your papa's best friend, Agas made our way easier. Amar is not swayed by the lure that we offer in a good way. Back then, there was no other choice - other than ushering in Amar to be the sole person in charge of the wrong policies and harming the country in no small amount." The benefactor stopped his story for a moment. Just wanted to catch his breath again.

Deva began to tear up, just a piece, his heart was already torn to shreds. That single piece of words alone, was enough to make him hurt. The truly sacrificed and allowed to live a ruined life.

"Living in the shadow of sin makes me very uneasy. At first it felt normal and went as if everything was fine. But apparently God loves me so much. HE reprimanded me with pain and also presented an overwhelming sense of guilt." Again, Dermawan paused his speech.

Deva fell silent. Tears increasingly rushing down his smooth cheeks without permission. Even so, the look in Deva's eyes remained sharp implying hatred for the Benefactor. The woman's hands were clenched perfectly. It was as if there were emotions that were desperately wanting to be held back. It's very natural, Deva is not an angel. Long suffering and a sudden life full of twists, all started from a case of reason that befell his papa.

"Rudi, Agas, I, Dirga, and Seno. We are the ones who should bear it all. Not Amar."

Deva covered both of her ears with her own palm. The woman shook her head strongly. If what was said by the benefactor is true, Agas is the cruelest. How a man who is considered a friend, even good relations like brothers-tega betrayed with very inhumane.

"I resigned, if you want to berate me ... I will accept," said Dermawan.

"Maki's drawer? Do you think just with the maki caci all will be finished? If swearing and profanity can bring justice to papa, obviously I will not hesitate to do so. My papa's good name is ruined. My mother died, and I lived because of you. Caci maki .. it's too subtle for you." Deva said it cynically. His voice is very loud. He forgot he was in the hospital.

The god rushed over to Deva. The male reflex embraces the female shoulder which makes her heart and logic no longer go along so gently. "Quiet, Dev. Control yourself, we need to think clearly."

Deva turned her head and looked at the God intently. "If what is treated unfairly by them is Papa Pak Dewa, are you still able to be this calm?" Deva threw out God's hand in annoyance.

"When did Brother Debora know that papa brother was involved in this dirty act? Do you think, by buying all my things, it is enough to reduce your sins?" Deva's gaze turned on Deborah. Then not for long, he dropped his gaze on Widya's figure. "And Mom was the one who bought my necklace in the hospital. Obviously, that's not a coincidence at all. You guys seem to be doing good. But you know what? All for me will never be enough to replace our suffering." Deva's voice trembled as it so held back emotions.

"What do you want? Just being able to breathe to this day is a gift. God has punished me with guilt and pain that never healed." Generously said it in a hearty tone.

The god re-embraced Deva's shoulders. How hurt and angry the woman was, God only knew from the emphasis and sharp eyes when saying word for word. He did not dare to imagine, if he was the one in the position of the woman. It is only natural that Deva would behave like that.

"Dev, we're sorry. We'll do whatever it takes to make up for our mistakes." Widya was about to kneel before Deva's feet. But quickly, Deva pulled back her legs.

"It doesn't have to be like this, Mom. Kneel down to seven full moons. Will not be able to restore the situation. My mom and dad won't come back to life. If it does feel sinful, there are still real things that can be done by Mr. Philanthropist." Deva said it while throwing a look the other way so cynically.

"You don't intend to file a review for this case, do you, Dev? Pity my papa. He's been sick. You can do anything to us. But please don't go the legal route." Deborah started to come.

"Pity? Give one reasonable reason, why should I have mercy on Mr. Philanthropist? Should you ask after what you did to my father? My father died still with convict status. My mother died after a clear court verdict you bought." Deva returned Debora's gaze with tears.

The god rubbed Deva's arm, as if wanting to channel a bit of calm from there. This is what he was worried about, knowing this much reality‐‐‐ would obviously make Deva even more hurt.

"If there is indeed the intention of Mr. Philanthropy to correct the error. Let's get this done through legal process. My papa's good name, you must recover. If that doesn't happen, don't expect me to forgive you all. Even if your breath is stingy and stuck in the esophagus, I don't care." Deva rubbed the rest of the clear circles on her cheeks, then she turned around and stepped out of the room.

The god immediately followed Deva without saying goodbye to the three people in the room who looked very sad with the reaction Deva gave. The woman continued walking without looking back. Occasionally he seemed to wipe the clear grain that still escaped falling without permission.

Arriving at the hospital corridor towards the rather quiet lobby, Deva stopped her steps. He said Istighfar many times with a witty. "It is too late that you show a piece of truth, O God. Why just now? When you are by your side," he said.

"God's time is not the same as the time we want, Dev. When the exam comes, we always expect to get a settlement in a quick time. Passing us is not determined by how long we need. The longer the process, the more things God wants to give you. There's a good side to why everything's open now. If your father was still alive, he would have been very disappointed. Because Papa Dave was directly involved in his entrapment."

Hearing the words of the Gods, Deva's cry grew even more unstoppable. Between believe and not. Some time ago, his failed future father-in-law said that he was close to the Benefactor just to find the truth. In fact, what Dermawan said, is completely inversely proportional to the story conveyed by Agas.

"You need to calm down, Dev. Sorry ... I was slow to record all your conversations. At least, we can use this as a basis for your papa's appeal and review. We should be able to take advantage of the situation. A little pressure, naturally we give to Mr. Philanthropy. We have to encourage him to become the Justice Collaborator" said Dewa as he clasped Deva's shoulders into his arms.