Residual Flavour
Stay at Dira's house

Dave sent a message to Dira. There are no words written there. Just a short, no-nonsense sentence informs him that Dave wants to talk to Dira.

Not long after the message was sent, Dira who immediately read the message from her husband with excitement, immediately say goodbye to Deswita.

"At last you miss me, Dave, too" Dira's mind with a very high self-confidence.

Along the way to the apartment, Dira's brain was filled with dreams that made the woman smile herself while driving her car. The shadow of her who would fulfill her obligations as a wife, made Dira sit so unsettled. Several times the woman even bit her own lower lip with a face that implied pent-up naps.

However, wishful thinking belongs only to Dira. Arriving at the apartment, which was served by Dave was not a friendly and warm welcome. Farewell for a few days, it turns out that only able to stretch the long-distance is only the property of the heart of the same purpose. Instead of asking her in-laws, Dave greeted Dira with a few suitcases lined up in the living room.

"From tonight, we're staying at your parents' house." Dave said it with a very flat expression.

"Why all of a sudden?" Dira frowned because he was astonished.

"I don't want to answer your question or repeat my call. Decide right now! If you want, we'll go. If you don't want to, please take your suitcases, and get out of my apartment" Dave said.

"Of course I want to. This is what I expected, right? In my house, we have to sleep in one room. I don't want the housewives to know how our relationship has been going." Dira is getting sumringah.

"No problem." Dave answered briefly with a sly little grin.

Both of them were carrying their own suitcases. As before, Dave did not help Dira carry his forced wife's belongings at all. The man let Dira trouble herself. Dave doesn't even feel uneasy when some people look at him with judgments that might call him a feelingless man. However, it's not Dave's name if he cares about other people's views.

A couple of different feelings and desires finally left the apartment by driving each other's car. It is hoped that Dave, some time staying at the residence of Rudi, he can find a weakness or loophole that can lead his father-in-law legally responsible for his sin against Amar.

****

Towards the time of Maghrib, Agas seemed to set foot in his house which is now increasingly losing warmth. Home-bringing Agas' memories of failure brings Fira back with him.

"Cahyo!" Agas called his personal driver and bodyguard in a loud voice.

"Cahyo!" call the man again. His voice rang out all the way to the back room, the place where the house assistants gathered and rested. Not wanting to be the target of anger, they rushed towards a special mosque for the workers in the house.

"Ready, sir." A well-built man, dressed in a black safari suit, faced Agas with a slightly breathless breath.

"Have your ears gone deaf? You slacker, slow-moving," scolded Agas with his heart.

After Amar in prison, gradually the nature of Agas who was emotional and as good as himself slowly appeared. Only in front of Amar and certain people Agas attitude is very gentle and unpretentious. That said, he is indeed an outstanding character player. The man can become several personalities in a relatively short span of time.

"Evocate your men to keep an eye on Dave. Make sure they don't let their guard down a bit. I'm sure Fira must have asked for protection from the boy" Agas said as he slammed his butt on the couch. The man named Cahyo also answered Agas' orders with a steady nod.

The man was sitting on the back of the sofa with empty eyes. So many things were weighing on his mind at this moment. Too tired, slowly Agas fell asleep on the sofa until the next day.

****

Deva came down from the second floor with puffy eyes. Last night, the woman cried without a sound while prostrating on the prayer mat. When the night was silent, and all the eyes of the house was closed, Deva, who had been used to praying for a third of the night, decided to continue reading her papa diary.

Sheet by sheet he read, it was stifling to the chest. Amar's deep remorse and ingrained guilt-slicing inner Deva are remarkable. How not, an innocent man-chosen-leave all affairs to the power of God.

Deva, who had put great hope in Amar's diary, had to face the chest because there was no writing that implied the course of Amar's case. There were no heavy words there, only full of longing temples and Amar prayers for Shinta and Deva.

"Are you okay, Dev? If you're not feeling well, you don't have to go in. Let's go to the doctor with me." The god immediately greeted Deva with a question. The woman had just intended to sit on an empty bench next to Jason.

Deswita noticed Deva at a glance. Just with a flash, he already knew that the look of a sad face that Deva displayed at this time was not because of an unfit body. Traces of crying that are too long done, so visible in the eyes of the woman.

"Had breakfast first, today, Nyong let mama just deliver. All mama wants to take the files that must be given to her new school Nyong," said Deswita. He understood very well Deva certainly did not want to discuss anything about his current condition.

"Are you ready, Nyong? Mojokerto-Jakarta is far away, Nyong. You certain? If you don't want to or change your mind, you can cry, pretend to be hot or hurt anything."

A kick from under the dining table instantly hit the feet of God. Of course, this is very reasonable done by Deswita. What the Lord said, is very inappropriate.

"Relax, Nyil. Distance from Jakarta to Mojokerto. Still a long distance from your heart to his."

Deva suddenly felt her throat so dry. The woman couldn't help but cough because of Jason's truly magical words. Whether learning from where, such a small child, was already so good at shiny tongue and offsetting a God who often could not distinguish how to talk or joke with a boy.

Deswita could only hold back her smile. He chose to focus on spending the plate of food that was in front of him.

Not much different from Deswita, without feeling something wrong or strange from his words, Jason began to devour his morning meal. The boy ignored the God who was still glaring at him in annoyance.

"Mom take the bag first, Nyong. Finish your meal" Deswita told Jason.

"Yes, Ma" said Jason.

Soon, Jason's food runs out. The boy said goodbye while kissing the back of Deva's and God's hands in turn. Simultaneously, the phone on Deva's lap shook. With a quick movement, the woman took the phone. After finding out who contacted him, Deva instead held out her high-tech flat object to the Deity.

"Mr alone answers. I don't want my mood to turn bad this early."