Residual Flavour
The God's Sadness

"Take care of yourself, Bee." Dave was breathing so hard. Realize how great the temptation is in front of him.

"Thank you, Bang," said Deva.

Recognize the temptation that lies before your eyes. Both are compact away. Dave and Deva's hand was released instantly. They almost fell asleep. Not to forget, circumstances from time to time even always provide the opportunity to meet.

"Prepare your heart and physique well, Bee. There are gods you can count on. Don't stay away from him. I'm just a loser and a coward who can't do anything for you." Dave looked at Deva lovingly.

It was so hard to hide the feeling when they came back face to face. All the logic and understanding of their parting that is implanted in the heart at all times, no longer ring. Now, it is the longing that dominates and provokes the minds of Dave and Deva.

"Oh, so right my guess. Basic woman seductress husband man." Dira suddenly appeared from inside the main door. Directly wrathful as he saw Dave and Deva staring at each other. The goal came that just wanted to talk to Deva, it turned out to get an incredible bonus.

"May ...." Deswita shouted at her nephew who was walking impatiently towards Deva and Dave who chose not to flinch. Both seemed resigned and waited for Dira's anger.

In his heart, Dave was actually condemning his stupidity. He just realized, right next to the motorbike he was driving, clearly parked the car owned by Dira. The thing that he should be able to recognize easily, neglected because his focus was really distracted by the figure of Deva.

"Now do you want to kink especially, Dev? Women are shameless. Free you're pretty, but you only tease people's husbands." Dira says it out loud while smiling cynically at Deva.

"Stop saying Deva is a cheap woman. We're home!" Dave invites Dira home to avoid further infighting.

"I'm not done with this cheap woman." Dira points to Deva right in front of the eyes of the woman who still occupies the highest throne in Dave's heart.

"Together with your husband, doesn't mean I took him, Dira. There's something we need to talk about. And it has absolutely nothing to do with our past." Deva boldly lowered Dira's hand.

"I know you still love my husband, Deva. But never expect you to live together. Dave's mine. Only mine," said Dira.

"Back, Dira. Don't embarrass yourself. How many times do you want to say I'm yours? Deva won't take me. What was already no longer hers, he would never expect to return to her again." Dave put his helmet back on.

"We're home, Dir. We'll finish it at your house." Dave got on a matic motorcycle he borrowed from one of the hospital's security guards.

"Why do you stay with Deva, Dave? Why don't you make the least effort to repair our relationship. Should I really be me-," Dira did not continue. He then hurriedly reached into the contact of the car inside the sling bag he was wearing.

"If you dare to hurt Deva. I'll divorce you right away, Dir. I don't care if my papa should go to jail or whatever" Dave threatened.

"We'll meet at home later. I forgot there was a little business." Dira looked wrong and hurriedly got into his car.

Seeing the two warring men preparing to leave their yard in their own vehicles, Deswita decided to enter his house. The thing he wanted to do right now was to meet Deva and ask about the existence of Gods.

Concern over the feelings of women more than middle-aged. Go home with Dave on the bike, and God wasn't with them, not even coming home until now.

Meanwhile, inside the temporary detention room at the police station where the gods were secured. The man looked at the ceiling of the room measuring twice two meters in size with a position lying on a mattress floor that was no longer thick. The corner of his eye did not feel like he was giving off a clear grain.

"This is how life loses freedom. How does it feel to be your father, Dev? Is this better than the actual condition of the prisoner? What about him?" inner God.

Without a cell phone, there is no radio, let alone television. Only her breathing was heard in the room. Makes the mind of the God suddenly full. After imagining the condition of papa from his personal assistant who can make the man cry. Now instead of subsiding, the cry was even more broken.

"O Allah, the servant is this weak. Being alone like this scares me to death. It's stuffy in here. How about in the grave? Oh, my God, Robb, I'm not ready. My provisions are not enough at all," said God.

When God is struggling with all his melancholy thoughts. Now, Deswita is already in Deva's room. The woman came in, because. The door of the room was not tightly closed, and Deswita saw Deva crying on the floor beside the bed holding a piece of paper that some of the others appeared to be lying on the bed.

"Dev ...." Deswita carefully touched Deva's shoulder. "What's up, baby? Same story as Mades?" he added. The woman put aside for a moment her main purpose of coming to meet Deva.

Deva shook her head slowly, more and more tears streaming down her cheeks. "They're evil, Mades. Wicked! They don't deserve to be called human."