Residual Flavour
God's Belief

Sashi and Hilda immediately looked back at the same time. Compactly, the two stepped wide towards Deva who stood unmoved in the middle of the road. The eyes of his friend were closed. But Deva's body shook violently.

Not far from where Deva was standing, a matic motor that had been hit from behind was dragged several meters forward. The driver appeared to be not far from the motorbike. Safety clothes and helmets used by the person, enough to make it not to suffer serious injuries.

The attention of some road users is split. Someone's swarming over the hitter's car. And there are also those who help victims to pull over on the side of the road. Not long after, the police at the guard post with a distance of only a few dozen meters from the scene, approached TKP because they saw a crowd that caused congestion.

"Dev, what's wrong with you? Let's get the hell out of here, let's not make us witnesses." Hilda pulls Deva's hand to resuscitate her friend.

"I'm still intact? Who got hit? Who?" Deva was like a confused person. He looked to the right and to the left. Seeing the mass focus that is indeed divided into two and has been handled by the authorities.

Deva squinted her eyes, like recognizing a car being mobbed by people.

"Come, Dev!" Once again Hilda drew Deva's hand in dismay.

"A little while" Deva patted her while keeping her friend's hand away from her wrist.

Slowly, Deva stepped foot closer to the black car that was very familiar to him. Slightly pushy, Deva brushed the crowd aside with several words of "excuse me".

True to Deva's guess, obviously the driver of the car is indeed a person who lately is very familiar with it. Who else if not God. The man appeared to have been questioned by police.

"We solved this problem at the police station. I don't want peace" said the Lord firmly.

"If this case is brought to the legal path, you will suffer a loss. Obviously the father who hit on purpose," said one of the people who was there.

"How, Sir? We'll make it easy on his business. The victim also did not want to demand anything. He has forgiven. Just a little bit of money, this problem is over." One of the police officers was so eager to direct God to peace.

"It doesn't matter if I'm found guilty. I'll take it.Hold me. The important thing is that I want this incident to be fully investigated. I have a reason why I hit that bike on purpose." The god, who was aware of Deva's presence, immediately gave the woman a code with a headband so as not to approach her.

Deva regressed her steps, though she did not understand the way of the Gods mind at the moment, but she chose not to go against the wishes of her superiors.

"All right, we're going to the nearest police station." A police officer asked Dewa to get into his own car as a passenger. The police will be driving the Diamond Corp CEO's car. Because if they force themselves to be peaceful on the spot, what happens is that the traffic jam will be more and more snaking.

Seeing the God's car slowly crawl forward leaving the scene, Deva immediately turned around. He hopes that Hilda and Sashi do not know that the one involved in the accident is a God.

"Already, satisfied? We're five minutes late, Miss Deva. Why follow-up see? Want to get the same attention of the police officers, huh?" accuse Sashi of his leisure.

The woman and also Hilda, did not focus on the victim or the impactor. The duo jug was compact to record the circumstances around and upload to their respective social media.

***

Time moves feel slow, Dave once completed one caesarean section, immediately change his medical clothes with ordinary clothes. After opening a short message on his cell phone, the man intends to meet Dewa at the police station where Deva's superior is located.

However, it had just closed the door of his room. Dave was forced to stop his steps when he found that Dira was already there exactly two steps beside him.

"We're going to the hospital now. Papa wants to see you, Dave." Dira says it without a stale base first.

"I have some business. You go first, I'll catch up later," Dave continued. Ignoring Dira who seemed dissatisfied with the answer she gave.

"Dave, when can you appreciate me and my family? What business is more important than your own family? Stop living involving your past. Wake, Dave! Face reality. As hard as you refuse and ignore, you are my husband." Dira's loud voice successfully attracted the attention of some people who passed by in the corridor where they were.

"Don't embarrass yourself, Dir. Can't you talk well? I've said it later-that means I can't right now. Don't keep pushing me against your will. Or you will feel more disappointment because of my rejection," said Dave while stopping his steps and looking at Dira who continued to follow him.

"I don't care. A thousand times you refuse, a thousand times I'll keep trying, Dave. Nothing is impossible to me. Stop expecting Deva. Or I'll make Deva stay away and hate you" Dira threatened with a sneaky smile.

"Try it if you can. Deva has a long sense. His thoughts are not as subtle as yours. Do what you want, don't you dare threaten me. If you can make Deva stay away and hate me, I'll be very grateful to you." Dave continued his steps. He no longer looked back.

Dira stomped his feet in annoyance, his hands wringing the edge of the superior he was wearing as an vent of anger.

On the other hand, precisely at the police station not far from the scene of the crime, Dewa was giving information about the events that made him have to be there.

"I want us to both open and view the cctv footage before and until it happens. I did hit the biker, but I was saving one life" God said. His eyes were sharp and full of courage.