Residual Flavour
Will Fira tell you everything?

"Cry, shed your tears. Don't hold it yourself. What you will face in the future, it takes a long struggle. You won't be alone, I'll always be with you, Dev." The god stroked Deva's hair so gently.

For a moment, Deva was lulled. The woman buried her head deeper into the chest of the field of God. His fragile condition makes Deva forget the thick walls that he has been building to parade his relationship with the Gods.

"We go home, yeah. Let me call mama later if we can't catch up with them. Calm yourself. I'll think about the next step. If you don't mind, team up with Dave to find more compelling evidence. Facing eels like them, we have to be prepared for a lot of salt."

Hearing Dave's name being called, Deva immediately distanced her body from the Gods. The woman immediately rubbed her completely wet cheeks. With a sad look, Deva asked, "Is Bang Dave the same as Brother Debora? Does he know that his papa's involved?"

"No, Dev. Dave doesn't know at all. He had just placed suspicion on his father and also on Papa Dira. The incident of Dave's mother who came out of the house suddenly, made Dave moved to find out about what problems are being experienced by his parents. He was also investigating what was behind his match with Dira," God replied ending by biting his own lower lip at the end of the sentence.

Deva did not give any response. The woman turned around and stepped straight into the hospital lobby. The god patiently, followed Deva's steps.

"You deserve to be happy, Dev. Already grieved you," Inner God.

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The second by second passed felt so slow for Fira. After two hours the trip was occupied because it had been stuck in traffic, finally the taxi that was boarded by Fira stopped at home which made the feeling of women more than middle-aged was getting worse.

Getting off the taxi, Fira fluttered in front of the main door. Staring wistfully at a building that looks well maintained and there is absolutely no change in it. "I'm sorry for my stupidity, Shinta. I do deserve to live in suffering" he murmured very softly.

Dave who had been waiting for Fira's arrival, immediately opened the main door. It was done after he heard the sound of motor vehicles stopping in front of the area of Deva's old house. The man immediately approached the mother with a worried face.

"Let's go in, Ma. Why is Mom doing this?" Dave leads Fira who seems still in a state of daydreaming into the house.

Dave took his mom to sit on the couch in the living room. Seeing Fira's fragile and messy state as it is now, Dave's anger and disappointment all this time faded away. Replacing with compassion. Although he did not know what happened, obviously this time his parents' problems must be very complicated.

"Mama hasn't eaten yet. Mama ate, huh? Or did you take a shower to get fresh?" dave asked as he rubbed Fira's back up and down.

"Mama is not hungry. Why are you occupying this house, Dave?" Fira looked around the room. The rectangular figura framing the face paintings of Amar, Shinta and Deva on the right side of the room wall, became the end point of Fira's eyeball movement.

"Dave ... Did you buy this house?" Fira threw a question. But his gaze was still focused on the painting earlier.

"Dave feels comfortable being here. Although it is no longer possible with Deva. In this house, Dave has so many memories. Dave felt the warmth and wholeness of the family when he was with Deva, Papa Amar and Mama Shinta" Dave replied.

Fira lowered her head while massaging her own temple with a slight force. The dizziness he had actually felt since then. Either because they have not had time to eat since the morning, lack of sleep, or because too much burden of the mind is felt. Fira really does not know where to start to tell her current condition.

"Mama really why? What makes my mom this strong? Be honest with Dave. If you keep shutting yourself up, Dave can't do much to help you." Dave grabbed Fira's hand and held it tightly.

"Dave, mommy is shy. Mama felt it was inappropriate to get you involved in the affairs of mama and papa. It's enough mama to hurt you" said Fira without returning Dave's gaze.

"Dave's getting used to feeling sadness, Ma. Dave's heart is trained to hear unpleasant things. To Dave, the rainbow after the rain is no more beautiful than a starless night sky."

"Your future is long, Dave. Mama knows, marrying you to Dira was a mistake. Try to do it first. As long as you want to open your heart a little, your relationship will definitely be better. If you keep acting like this, how can you accept Dira? And being here, obviously makes it even harder for you to forget about your past with Deva." Fira ventured to look at her adopted son.

"What we need to talk about isn't about Dave, Ma. Don't try to divert the conversation. Actually, papa and mama what's the matter? And one more thing Dave wants to ask, please answer honestly, Ma. Does papa have anything to do with Papa Amar's case?"

Dave's questions are straight on purpose, making Fira a misbehavior. The woman pulled her hand from Dave's. Then he stood with his back to Dave to hide the look on his face that really looked dead step.

"Just be honest now, or don't blame Dave if you have to find out the truth yourself" Dave said.

Fira did not answer. Right now, there was no one else to rely on besides Dave. Seeing Agas's recklessness today, made Fira's courage shrink.

"Your father cheated, Dave. This isn't the first. Your father betrayed your mother many times. Not just one person, but several women. Mama is tired if she has to constantly relent and be patient. Besides, lately, your papa's attitude has been getting rough." Fira said it still with a position to turn his back on Dave. She lost face in front of her own child.

Dave took a deep breath. "What do you want to do now?" tanyanya.

Fira shook her head weakly. "Mama doesn't know. Mama is really confused. Splitting up with your dad is not easy. Good reputation, still the main thing for your father. Divorce will make our family image bad."

"Why do mom and dad always put reputation above all else? Where is your conscience really? Is it true that reputation must be built at the expense of others? What kind of life are we living, Ma?" Dave's tone clearly implied resentment as well as restrained anger.

Fira swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. The question that had just been said from Dave's lips, clearly he could not answer clearly.

"It's not much, Dave. If you knew more about your father's football, I don't know what you would do? Mama herself has been deceived, your father dragged mama too far into his dirty game. Mom can't be the best mom for you. I'm sorry, Dave. I'm sorry, mama." Fira shed her body until the woman's butt touched the cold ceramics.

"Dave will do what's best for our family. If indeed papa took the wrong path, we should have helped papa straighten it back out. Same with Dave, ma. Tell me what it is. Nothing to cover up. Including about the contents of the agreement between papa and his father Dira," Dave said, sitting in front of the mother.