Residual Flavour
Dira

Dave slightly violently threw Dira's hand. Then the man stared intently at the woman who had just been dropped by the talaq.

"Thank God Deva didn't sue you into the law, Dir. What you just said, increasingly shows how pitiful you are. Money can make you get everything, but not by heart." Dave walked out of Nina's ward with wide steps.

Dira stomped his feet in annoyance. He even slammed the door pretty hard. "Papa must return Dave to Dira. How to."

"Enough Dira! There are many other men besides him. Don't drop our family's pride. And remember well, don't play games with people's lives. Papa doesn't want you to deal with the law" Rudi snapped.

Hearing what happened, Nina could only lament the situation and cry inwardly. The whole family seems to be on the edge. And he just drooped helplessly on top of the gurney. Let alone meddling take over solving the problem as usual, grasping a glass was Nina unable.

"The Father who made Dira like this. Now Papa is also responsible. Dira wants Dave. How to."

Rudi returned Dira's bold gaze to her. Both of the men's hands were put in a bag of pants. Just want to refrain from letting the hand throw a slap that had crossed his mind when he saw Dira so difficult to remember.

"Take it easy, Dira. Don't test Papa's patience. Go home!" Rudi slightly lowered his tone with Trouble. It was clear that the man was suppressing anger. His face flushed, his upper and lower teeth docked until it made a special sound.

"Dira doesn't want to know. Anyway, Dave has to come back with Dira. If Papa can't do it, let Dira use Dira's own way."

Rudi shook his head strongly when he saw Dira turning around and stepping foot leaving him only with Nina. Too pampering Dira without boundaries and also clear control, making the child's personality so difficult to manage.

Meanwhile, at a restaurant that is only fifty meters away from the Diamond Corp office building. Inside the VVIP room, God and Desta were both busy tidying themselves up. Both of them were waiting for someone special.

"You just want to see Deva, Des. Enough of that nyong-nyong oil poked my nose. Deva can sneeze to smell your excessive fragrance," snorted the God while tidying his hair with his fingers.

"Fragrance attached to the nose, can poison the mind of the audience. This masculine scent, will hypnotize anyone. Just look at it later."

Desta's words further irritated the Gods. The man chose silence and did not chim. Pretend to be busy with a phone that is full of notifications of messages, emails, and incoming phones.

The gods occasionally looked towards the entrance. Time has shown twelve o'clock over ten minutes. The break should have arrived and Deva should have gotten there.

"Not groggy, Des. You don't understand anything. Mending silence. And preferably, you do not get along with him," ketus Deity.

At the same time, Deva casually entered the room. The woman walked surely with a calm face approaching the place where the Gods were. Desta glanced at the God, making sure he didn't mistakenly guess that the woman walking towards him was Deva. Prospective clients as well as women who make the Gods change their habits.

The god slightly shifted his buttocks to the right side of the sofa, his tongue moistening his own lips in reflex. Suddenly he needed a glass to see the perfection of his appearance. But late, in a matter of not up to two minutes, Deva had already arrived in front of him. The lips of the God who was usually quite good at throwing spicy words, now clenched perfectly. In fact, a moment ago the man wanted to give a reprimand to Deva who had come to see him late.

Desta praised the God's taste this time. Yes, Deva does look elegant. Emitted beauty is not boring to look at. Classy despite its simple appearance.

"Good day, sir. Sorry I'm a little late. I deliberately perform dhuhur prayer first," said Deva.

"Hurray," The god answered briefly while throwing a gesture with his eyes for Deva to sit on the sofa right beside him.

"Meet me, I'm Desta. No need to call me, sir. I'm not as old as God. Just call Brother." Desta introduced himself quickly. The man reached out his hand before Deva's butt landed on the soft sofa that God meant.

"I'm Deva." The woman returned the hand of Desta with her calm style.

The god dropped his eyes on the hand of Desta who held Deva's hand for so long. His saliva was swallowed violently accompanied by an involuntary annoyance.

After ordering the food, they immediately talked about the legal steps that would be taken. They were involved in serious talks. Deva's emotions changed several times, anger, resentment and sadness were restrained, alternately he showed when giving an explanation to Desta.

"I hope this time papa really gets justice. No matter who I face. No apologies to them." Deva's voice shook and her eyes glazed over.

The god clasped Deva's shoulders, bringing his personal assistant to lean on his shoulder. "This time we'll win. I promise I'll help you as much as I can."

Desta smiled faintly at what the gods were doing. Embracing women is common. However, this time the embrace of God is different. As an adult man, he could confirm, if the Gods were indeed in love.

Not too long ago the sad atmosphere took place, suddenly an unexpected figure and allegedly came to approach the Gods, Deva and also Desta. The woman directly pulled Deva's hair violently. Of course, God was immediately angry to see the action of the uninvited guest.