Residual Flavour
The Absurd God

When the door opened slightly, darkness and silence were welcomed. The god squinted both of his eyes. As soon as the curtains are closed, there should still be a light that can break through. Gives bright light even if the lights are not turned on. Even Gods could not see deep inside.

The feeling of the Gods is getting worse. It flashed through his mind to turn on the phone to help with the lighting. However, the intention was undone once he suddenly started hearing a strange sound that made his ears stained. The voice clearly made its steps instantly stop. The god attached his back to the wall on the left side of the room.

"No. That's not Deva's voice. Not likely. But I've never heard him sigh." The god continued to speak inwardly while inviting his ears to work harder in order to recognize the owner of the voice he heard.

The god shook his head strongly. Really the sound was getting longer and more make him creep. Not because of fear, but his mind began to get carried away. Suddenly his pants felt tight. Normal or excessive, two simple sounds contaminate the brain of the God who should focus on ensuring the existence of Deva. Maybe normal, obviously the sound of males and females who are exchanging sweat and sighs is able to make anyone who hears becomes restless.

The man tries to take his mind off the desires that should not arise at the wrong time. "What if it's Deva? Is he really with Dave? Isn't Dave here no more? Dev.. please, don't do this. Reject me, but keep your pride." The gods speak in the heart.

The lights suddenly lit up, the God stuttered and reflexively closed his eyes. Instead of nothing, it could be shameful and fall in her self-esteem if she saw someone else being hot-sparkling directly like this. Especially if it's true that voice belongs to Deva. Surely the other flavors will fall scattered and poranda.

The silent voice returned. Nothing was heard but the roar of the vehicle's engine and the horn from outside. The god slowly opened both of his eyeballs. His position was not far from the bed. To his surprise, there was no one there. Let alone the pair of perverted creatures he had imagined. The gods are showing more confusion. He swept a glance at every corner of the hotel room. His feet refused to step.

"That voice?" God patted himself on the cheek. Just to make sure what has just happened is not a mere hallucination. Until, his sense of sight was fixed on a piece of paper lying on the bed. The god rushed over and took the paper and read it in his heart.

Hi, Wa, thanks for coming. How's it? Likes the same sound. Ciye. Um... Can you guess? You must think there's a ghost in this room. No. Not a ghost, dear.

Uh, until I forgot. It's Deva here, right? She's doing just fine. At least at this time, I don't know. If you want to meet Deva in good condition. Now go back to your office first. It's still working hours. Come back here, it'll be seven.

No one is free, right? If you want Deva back. Do something for him. In the garden behind the office, when you return later, there are many food cart merchants there. Don't ask where they came from. What is clear, now most of the employees are already there and enjoying the delicious amazing peacock dishes.

Note: Provide cash, they do not provide EDC machine .

The god reverberated the paper in his hand, then threw it while cursing at the wall. His brain thought hard, starting to look for a suspect figure who dared to play tricks on him like this. Logic is not going. Concerns about the safety and existence of Deva, able to make him instantly a fool who is not at all long mind and logic. There was no other choice, the God left the hotel room and returned to his office.

Sure enough, arriving at the back garden of the Diamond corp office building, an unusual sight welcomed the arrival of the Gods. But one strange thing happened. Not like before. Employees are so ignoring the gods. They are not as warm as usual when they know there is a figure of God. In fact, the existence of Gods tended to be ignored and considered just like a shadow.

In his room, all God did was pay attention to the digital clock on his phone screen, following the changes second by second impatiently. Hope the numbers there change as soon as possible.

After waiting with all his anxiety, finally the time that awaited arrived. The god rushed back to the hotel where he had been played. To shorten the time and avoid congestion, God decided to borrow the motor of one of the security officers.

Arrive at the place on the way. Without tidying up his messy hair due to the helmet first, God immediately stepped foot into the hotel entrance. A man in a hotel uniform greeted Dewa and escorted him to a different place to the room that upset him this afternoon.

"Who told you to? Why not in room 212? I was told to go back there. Not to this place. If anything happens with Deva, just watch out for you," threatened the God. He then took a photo of the hotel clerk with his cell phone as they stopped and stood at the door of one of the rooms.

God's logic doesn't seem to be working as smart as usual. Worries are shrouded in passionate love, making him reluctant to untangle all the awkwardness that befalls him today.

"Please, Sir." The officer ignored the God's nagging. It was enough for him to carry out the task that someone had given him.

As soon as the door was opened, again it was dark and silent welcoming the Gods. The officer rushed back to close the door. Letting the God swear with a high-pitched cry broke the eardrum from within.

The god felt Dejavu, he had not yet moved his body, he felt a hug from behind. A hug that was no stranger to him. The warmth and fragrance of that body, was very familiar to him.

The man flinched. His mouth closed tightly. After being tired all day, it felt like the hugs and hugs he felt this time were so soothing. The god closed his eyes. His hand began to gently rub the back of the figure's hand that was hugging him.

"Happy Birthday, dear..," the shrill voice of a woman with a vibrating tone held back the day.

The god was getting deeper and deeper feeling that embrace. He hadn't celebrated his birthday in a long time. You could say never. His birth day was never special. To him, all days are the same.

The room light was on, the God opened his eyes slowly. The man immediately turned around and changed to embrace the body of the figure who had been holding him from behind into his arms.