Residual Flavour
What about the gods?

Deva steps wide toward Dave who is moving to open the door of Deva's old house. Understand exactly what will happen, God also came out of the car and soon followed the woman who did not answer the expression of her heart.

"Bang ...." Deva's soft voice managed to make the new Dave will press the doorknob down to a halt.

A little nervous, the man turned his head towards the source of the voice calling out to him while saying, "Bee ...."

"Why did Bang Dave open the door to this house? Who owns this house now? Please answer honestly, Bang. Does this house really belong to you?" Deva held Dave's arm and gave the man a questionable glare. A flash of memory brings Deva to the scene a few months ago when she sees Dave's housekeeper at Fira's house where they stand now.

The god flinched two steps between Deva and Dave standing up. It's no longer possible that he's helping Dave convolutely deflect Deva's guesses now. There's no other choice but to wait for Dave's honesty. Maybe it's time for Deva to know.

"A few months ago, this homebuyer offered me this house. Although I didn't agree, I finally decided to buy it. You know, right, Bee? My savings are obviously not enough to buy a house in this kind of neighborhood. I don't want to ask mom and dad either. Because I want to, one day be able to return this house to you. In whole, same as before, and very well-groomed." Dave returned Deva's gaze gently.

Deva lowered her hand from Dave's arm. He shook his head strongly. "I used to think I'd really like to get this house back. But now, that desire was no longer as great as before. The real memories are only stored in the heart. Not on a thing."

"I knew. But this house means so much to you. Believe, Bee. I dreamed of buying this house, long before me and you suspected my papa was involved in the Papa Amar case. I didn't buy it because I felt guilty or ashamed of my parents. Not at all. This house holds many memories of our closeness. This house taught me a lot of the value of life. And I, deliberately bought this house to give it back to you."

The god retreated his steps, hearing Dave say the line sincerely, making him a little discouraged. The confidence of God is not as big as his speech and style when dealing with Deva and Dave simultaneously as it is now.

"No, Bang. This house Bang Dave bought. This house belongs to my brother. There is no obligation for you to return this house to me. What Brother's parents did, did not involve Brother at all, did it? We are both deceived. No need to change everything this way. It will never be the same again. Mom and Dad will never come back."

Dave grabbed Deva's hand. "I know, it's not the same anymore. At least, help me give you some good memories in your heart. Me and my family, they've broken your heart amazingly. I sincerely gave it to her, Bee .. I had no more hope for our relationship at all. You deserve the best."

"Sorry, Bang. I can't take it." Deva turned her face to the other side.

Dave squeezed Deva's hand while staring and begging expectantly. "Davy, Deva. Let there be a little good I do. Let's not just the wounds I left on our relationship."

The god blinked his eyes which returned out of focus. Instead of improving, it turns out even more opaque. What appeared in his vision at this moment was like being shrouded in a thin fog. The god turned his body in a quick motion, he did not want Dave let alone Deva to know what he was feeling. As a result, he felt dizzy. The god abandoned his intention to step away. He kept silent for a moment while massaging his own temple slowly. Deva and Dave who focus on their respective minds, of course do not pay attention to the condition of God.

Deva flinched, her legs feeling heavy to step on. I want him to go in there. Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming sadness. There is an unusual regret, there is a real disappointment. When justice comes, when the road becomes easy, the fight is no longer able to feel it. It was as hard as Deva's heart.

"I know, it's not your nature to be able to receive a gift of this magnitude for free. Now, you know for sure the owner of this house is me. You can buy it someday" Dave said, suddenly.

Deva did not give any response. Slowly his feet moved inside. Dave accidentally doesn't follow Deva's footsteps. He chose to greet the God who was still standing on his back.

"Wa," said Dave as he patted God's shoulder.

"Yup," replied the Lord, made as relaxed as possible. However, the man remained in his position. He did not change his position because he was worried that he would get dizzy and his vision was getting worse.

"Thank you for Deva. Thank you for doing your best for your papa case. You deserve Deva, Wa ..." Dave again patted the shoulders of the Gods while positioning himself to be able to face directly with the Gods. That's when Dave realized something was wrong with the man in front of him.

"Wa, what's wrong with you? Your face is pale." Dave put the back of his hand on the forehead of the God. "Sit down, Wa," Dave added as he led the God to sit on the woven chair on the right side of the door.

"It's okay, Dave." The gods are still trying to hide his condition. He wiped away the cold sweat from enduring the uncharacteristic pain.

"Wait here for a minute." Dave ran towards his parked car to pick up something.

God chose to lean his back as casually as possible on the back of the chair. He tried to make his head and eyesight feel better in a short time. But his efforts were in vain.

Inside the house, Deva went straight to the room of his father and mother. Dave's right, nothing's changed. All same. Even the photos that were thought to have been discarded by the first buyer, it was still neatly displayed there. The photos are mostly not taken and taken care of because they have not been able to think calmly, the death of the mother has approached.

Deva sat on the edge of the bed holding one of her small family photos neatly arranged on a bedside nightstand. For a moment he dissolved into the memories conveyed through the photo. Until the sound of Dave's scream from outside, disperse Deva's daydream and make the woman immediately run out with still carrying a picture figura in her hand.

"God Brother!" Pekik Deva's.