Residual Flavour
File is in hand

"Don't have to wear this." Deva seemed hesitant to accept the item extended by Dave.

"For your own good, Deva." Dave pointed at the bathroom door in his room.

Taking a slightly heavy breath, Deva stepped her foot to where Dave meant. Arriving inside, Deva immediately took off the clothes she was wearing one by one. And replace it with Dave's gift.

"It's ridiculous." Deva rubbed her stomach which now seemed to change size after wearing a pregnant belly corset so-genesis.

Despite feeling strange, Deva still wore it. Pregnant clothes suit also perfect her appearance.Today, she really looks like a seven-month pregnant woman.

Finished tidying her change of clothes into a bag, Deva decided to get out of there. The woman walked as usual. No animosity at all. Deva walks like a woman with a big pregnancy walking.

"Have you?" Dave asked as he dropped his gaze on Deva's stomach. The man gulped his saliva violently.

"Already, Bang." Deva answered briefly.

"We're leaving" asked Dave, this time walking ahead of Deva out of her room.

The two also walked side by side down a different corridor from when Deva left earlier. Dave invites Deva, walking through a special path that is usually only used for hospital logistics routes.

"We're on a bike, you don't mind, do you?" Dave stopped his steps once they were already in the drop area. There is already a matic motorcycle ready to ride Dave with Deva.

"Of course it doesn't matter, Bang." Deva smiled faintly at Dave who held out his helmet to him.

The two people who still love each other finally set out to the place where Donor is now. Along the way, awkwardness and silence accompanied the two. The distended stomach provides a decent distance helping Deva a little comfortable. Occasionally Deva's hand reflexes hold Dave's hip when the motor is suddenly reduced due to the hustle of the road crossed.

Forty minutes that felt so long. Dave and Deva arrive at a hospital belonging to a police institution in the western area of the capital. The two went straight to the right side of the hospital building, where Dermawan was treated.

When Deva and Dave were already in the room in question, there was already waiting as usual, Debora, Widya, an unknown man, and Dermawan himself of course.

"How are you, Dev?" Deborah greeted me kindly.

"Go to the problem only" said Deva straightforwardly and firmly.

"Secondly, this is Mr. Caka. He is a legal advisor. Look, you have a little file. Which you can make a basis for submitting a review of your papa case. Mr. Caka will accompany you during the process," said Dermawan while giving a map of brown laced with a thickness of content of about four centimeters to Deva.

The woman accepted without looking at the face of the Benefactor who was sitting leaning over the gurney. "I received the file. I have my own lawyer. You don't have to bother thinking. Whatever good you seek, God is enough to take note. I don't care a bit about that kindness."

Hearing Deva's resolute but very cynical remarks, made Debora and Widya bow their heads deeper. Various feelings raged in their hearts and minds.

Dave who stood three steps away from Deva was, so attached to look at the woman he loved so much. It is not at all wrong for Deva to choose to behave like that to the Generating Family. It's too late, even justice will not bring back the warmth of the Deva family.

"What if my papa's really involved, Bee? Will your attitude change for me? Are you gonna hate me?" Dave wondered in his heart.

"Don't refuse, Deva. We know this is not much, but Mr. Caka is very experienced in handling cases like this," said Dermawan.

"Not necessary, Father. I can take care of it myself. Is there anything you need to talk about again?" Again Deva asked without looking at the face of anyone who was there.

"Nothing" said Dermawan. The man chose to no longer suppress Deva with his willpower.

"alright. Excuse me." Deva immediately turned around and stepped out of the room followed by Dave.

Just a few feet away the ex-lover's second walk, the sound of a compact Debora call makes Dave and Deva step stop.

"Dev, I know what I'm expecting is inappropriate. I know, I don't know myself. Can you stop hating me? Don't act like I'm proud of my papa's behavior. I was tormented all along. Enough punishment for me. Try to get my position back in your position. If you were in my position, what could you do? What's?" Deborah said it out loud exactly one step behind Deva.

"much. I will do a lot of things if our position is reversed. To be sure, I won't let my papa, sacrifice an innocent man to cover up his guilt." Deva turned around, returning Deborah's heartbreaking gaze with her cynical gaze. "Enough, Brother. I don't want to argue."

Deva continued her journey. Right now, Dave prefers to be quiet and follow the attitude Deva took. All the bitterness that has been passed, maybe it is time not to be revealed again. Especially if it hurts too much. However, Deva's attitude is also not wrong and excessive. He deserves to be angry and show his attitude to people who have been cruel to the father.

After previously stopping for a moment at the gas station to change Deva's appearance to normal again, Dave's motorbike finally arrived also in the courtyard of the God's house whose main door seemed wide open.

Because Deva's one hand was full of files, she had little trouble unlocking the helmet she was wearing. With a reflex, Dave also helped release the rope hook that was right on Deva's chin. Accidentally, the eyes of the two clashed against each other. The helmet had come off, but the views of the two did not budge. Both of them were compactly swallowing with great difficulty. Deva closed both eyes while biting her own lower lip.Without knowing it, Dave and Deva's right hands clasped each other.

"Bee ...."