Residual Flavour
Two people

Although a little hesitant, Deswita ventured to pick up a piece of paper that was in the top pile. The woman read slowly. Deswita's forehead looked wrinkled, she was completely clueless with the data the paper displayed in front of her at the moment. In Deswita's eyes, it was just a chart of the flow of money into and out of a company. But not for Deva. Obviously there, the flow of money was not a dime flowing for the papa.

"Dev, what's wrong? Who are they you mean?" Deswita finally ventured back to ask.

"The ones who destroyed the Deva family, Mades. There is no apology and peace for them. Deva swears she will not stop pursuing justice until they get the punishment they deserve." Deva's voice shook violently as she said it. Accompanied by sobs and intense anger.

"Don't fill your heart with hurt. There are things we should strive for, but we should still ignore hate. Don't mess with your good heart with liver disease. Those who do evil to you, wait for your weakness. An angry heart, it is easy to open a gap. Anger does not bring strength."

Deswita crouched down to equalize her body position with Deva. The woman then grabbed the shoulders of the figure who was expected to be her daughter-in-law into her arms. "Whatever happens to you, you're not alone, Dev. We're right here. Mades already thinks of you like Mades' own son."

Deva just nodded weakly. The woman returned Deswita's embrace more tightly. Suddenly, Deva remembered the message of the Gods.

"Mades, Mr. Dewa has left again for Singapore. Sorry, I forgot to deliver." Deva raised her face so that she could meet Deswita's gaze.

"Thankful ... Mades was worried you were fighting. Because you were together. But you went home with her husband Dira."

Deva then honestly tells her why she can be with Dave. Of course by omitting with the passage with events related to the Gods. Deswita can understand, now the woman is also worried about Deva's safety. He also does not allow Deva to occupy the newly purchased house alone. The two women hugged each other until unknowingly, Deva fell asleep in the arms of Deswita.

"Pity you, Dev. You're a very good boy. Life toying with you is so cruel. You are strong, the journey of obtaining justice is just beginning." Deswita slowly loosened her embrace. Then lean Deva on the edge of the bed. He then stood up to ask for help from his housekeeper to move the body of the figure who was expected to be his son-in-law on the bed.

*****

Towards dawn, Deva settles into the room of the Gods. He wanted to take the change of clothes requested by his superior. The morning before leaving for the office, he wanted to meet the Gods to the police station first. However, what befalls the Gods today is none other than because of the actions of people who want to harm him.

After getting all the items requested by the Gods, Deva immediately returned to his room. Fortunately, Deswita or Jason and the other residents of the house did not see him out of the room of God.

This morning, Deva made preparations so quickly. He wants to leave as early as possible. Bringing breakfast to the Gods was his priority this time around. Deva leaves for the police station driving a Hummer car owned by the superior who became the second God's favorite car hijacked by Deva. Of course it was not on Deva's own will, but on the orders of the Gods.

Arriving at the police station, Deva had to wait about twenty minutes more in order to meet the Gods. Killing boredom, Deva chooses to read and learn the legal steps she will take forward to get justice for the father.

"Why so early?" Deva's familiar voice, startling him from behind.

"You alone?" The god asked while accepting and opening the bowl.

"I've been. You just eat. Are you going to be here long? Is there anything I can do to get out faster?"

The Gods and Devas looked at each other. The worry that Deva clearly expressed, really made the heart of God feel warm.

"I'm fine, Dev. I promise I'll be out of here soon. I promise to accompany you forward in search of the truth."

"Don't be long, sir. I'm afraid you're not getting justice here either." Deva's eyes started to glaze over.

"Hey ... Why sad? I'm okay, Dev. I'm not stupid, I've taken everything into account." The god hesitantly ruffled Deva's hair which was only a half meter wide table away from her.

"I'm scared, sir. Truth and justice can be bought by those who are ignorant. You remember my dad, right? I don't want you to experience the same thing. Especially since it's all because of me." Deva hurriedly turned her face to the other side. He did not want the Gods to the point that the clear-eyed water had wet his cheeks.

"I'll make sure not, Dev. You relax. You trust everything just like me. I only asked for one thing. You will get the results of my general check-up to the hospital. I'll give you my wallet if they need my real identity card. Here I don't need anything. I believe in you ... You must believe me too." The god finally fed the porridge which began to lose its warmth into his mouth. From now on, his mouth blocked the chat with Deva.

Not until the porridge that the God ate ran out did Deva decide to leave the place. Many times the word caution is spoken by the Gods. Even though there are already people out there guarding Deva, still the heart of God is not calm.

Until seconds passed, in various ways, it did not take long, the team of God's lawyers, managed to get the evidence desired by God. Apparently, the opponent had not had time to clear their trail of evil at all.

At exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, God's lawyer, named Desta, met his client with confidence.

"Do you still want to stay here, Wa? So I wonder which woman has managed to make you even more insane" ledek Desta, who is only three years old above God.

"Nothing. Don't let you know. You can also move. Don't talk about that. So how? Is that really my guess? Who told them?" the God-Shearing returned to serious mode.

Desta smiled faintly. "I'm really wondering who the woman you're fighting for is, Wa. Apparently, the one who was after wanted to interrupt him. Not just one person. But two. The ones who follow, and who intend to intercede for your woman, are two different people" said Desta.

"Who are they?"