Residual Flavour
Deva is not an angel

"Why should I?" The god snorted in annoyance. However, his right hand still received the phone from Deva's hand.

After finding out who contacted Deva this early, God immediately understood why the woman showed such an indifferent and cynical reaction as now.

"In the morning even told the same phone ex, fortunately I'm not baperan," complained God while sliding up-the green buttons on the phone screen.

When the word brief greeting slid from the lips of the God, the caller sounded surprised for a moment. Between believing and not believing. Deborah did not expect at all, the God who received her phone call. Although actually awkward and uncomfortable, Debora was forced to still explain the purpose of contacting Deva this early.

Almost ten minutes Debora and the Gods spoke so seriously. Eventually the phone call ended as well. The god returned the pink phone to its owner.

"The Benefactor wants to see you now. I didn't immediately agree. From now on, don't be too good. According to their will, it will only make us look easily conquered. Even if you need them to open your papa case, make this condition turn around. Let them judge you wrong. They have to, we have to behave the same. In your father's case, don't know pity. No matter who you will face later, it is quite your logic that works," said Dewa at length.

"Honestly, right now, I don't know where to start. Reading papa's writings about how difficult it is to live in prison, it makes me even more fed up with greedy people like them. Why is it that great courage when deciding to do evil, suddenly disappears when they have to account for his actions? I'm not an angel, sir. Let people judge me evil, but I will not forgive them for granted."

The voice of Deva vibrates. Affirming how deep the wound in the heart of the woman. Between anger, resentment and sadness, there was a real radiance in his eyes.

"We're leaving, yuk! You'll be late. I go straight to the hospital first. Trust me, Dev. We're looking for a lawyer who's in control of a similar case. There is no perfect crime. Justice will come. Even if it's too late for us, it may not be for God."

"Maybe ..," said Deva as she stood cleaning her plate and the plates of Deswita and Jason.

The god smiled faintly, his little heart turning back to betrayal. In silence, the Gods inner eyes continued to admire Deva's figure. Although the man's common sense has been reminded many times, but the heart does not want to care. The heart goes ahead of the owner. Love-greeting early beyond the power of God.

"I'll accompany you through everything, Dev. As a friend, a superior, or whatever it may be called," God said. So slow, that it was not heard in the ears of Deva who was lighting the sink faucet to wash her hands.

***

An atmosphere that differed 180 degrees with that felt by Deva and Deity, occurred in the residence of Rudi. On the first day, Dave and Dira live in the house and even the room, over and over again - which is not a pleasant thing for Dira.

Various ways and styles done Dira to arouse the spirit of Dave, but not the least her husband was tempted by the action. Do not stare at Napsu towards Dira, just glancing at him was not.

Like this morning, after taking a shower, Dira opened the bathrobe she was wearing without hesitation and was ashamed not far from the sofa where Dave slept last night. The woman let her body lie round without a thread sticking there. Dira did just that as Dave folded the blanket.

Dave's attitude certainly makes Dira more upset. However, this time, Dira tried to calm down. What flashed through his mind at this moment was how to behave like a Deva. As soon as she saw Dave enter the bathroom, Dira immediately took the medicine in the bag. As usual, three grains-without a drop of water.

At the same time, precisely in the hospital where Nina was treated. Rudi seemed to be talking to Agas. The tension was evident on the faces of the two men.

"We can't let that happen, Gas. We have come so far, lest our goals that are in sight, be blocked by traitors. Make him regret for daring to go too far, "press Rudi.

"I don't want to be rash, Rud. This news is also uncertain. The existence of the benefactor is unknown to us. Do not give orders. We start together. You're the scriptwriter. You should have taken on more responsibility than we did. And you should have moved. Don't just play show. I'm not your lackey." Agas said it cynically.

"Whatever you say. If you get hit, I'll get dragged too. Like not to like, we set aside our already-existing disputes. Keep an eye on Deva and also the Gods twenty-four hours. I'm sure they know where the benefactor is."

Agas chimed in Rudi's words with just a nod. His brain wanted to explode. Report of the Benefactor who appointed one of the lawyers to apply as a justice collaborator in a completed case, plus his business with Fira that has no clarity-success makes Agas' head seems to want to explode.

On the other hand, Dewa has now done step by step general check up. For the first time, the man entrusted his health checks at a local hospital.

As the examination progressed, everything went smoothly. It's just that, over and over again, God feels his eyes are often blurred and out of focus all of a sudden. "Oh my God, may nothing be serious. I'm gonna be okay." In the heart of God comforted himself.

A few hours passed, coinciding with lunch time, a series of thorough medical examinations of the Gods were over. Realizing he is in the same hospital where Dave practices, God decides to meet his cousin-in-law without Deva.

After contacting Dave through a short message and getting a reply from the man he considered ordinary, God rushed to building B to come to Dave's room.

"Come in, Wa." Dave, who had been waiting for the arrival of the God in front of the door of his room, immediately welcomed his guest.

"Thank you, Dave," the God said as he followed Dave into the five-by-four-meter room casually.

When God was about to sit down, his eyes were fixed on a twenty-centimeter-tall object displayed on Dave's desk. God rounded his eyeballs perfectly.

"Dave, what does the original shape look like?" The god gave a silly question while touching the female reproductive phantom hesitantly.