Residual Flavour
Will Deswita know?

Not not hearing Deva's question. However, the Gods chose to pretend not to hear. The man was so avoiding eye contact with Deva. God chose to focus on the file given by his personal assistant. He tried to be consistent with his initial decision. The situation that is happening now, is also not an easy thing for Gods.

"Thank you, Dev. You may return to your room," commanded the Lord.

Feeling being completely ignored and not expected to exist, Deva chose to immediately step foot wide leaving the room. Inwardly, he was determined to have the Gods speak for four eyes if there was a chance later.

Until the working hours are over, the gods never once contact or ask Deva to the man's room again. Just like the previous days, if anyone was asked, Dewa chose to ask Sashi who delivered his message to Deva.

"What's the matter exactly? It is not usual for the Lord to behave like this. He's the type of person who chooses to argue rather than silence others if things go wrong." Deva continued to invite herself to think for herself while preparing to leave her study.

Arriving at the front, he does not find Sashi on his desk. A sign, if the God has also left the room. Deva breathed a little heavily while paying attention to the surroundings. In the room of the Director of finance and engineering, there still seems to be busy.

"I'll just go to the Mades house. I can't let this drag on" Deva finally broke up.

The woman then decided to book the vehicle online. In addition to avoiding traffic density at work hours like now, it is also clear because it is more efficient. With the attitude of God who continues to keep his distance from him and what the man did today, Deva should as much as possible have enough funds to pay off the debt of buying a house that he currently occupies.

Arriving at Deswita's house, Deva was immediately greeted by a friendly woman who had been considered as the mother.

"Lonely mom, Dev. Since you lived in your own house and since Si Nyong in the boarding house. I think my mom just lives alone. Lately, Unyil has been shutting down. I don't know what's going on. Mades asked several times, but not once did he answer." Deswita immediately complained to Deva.

For a moment, Deva was silent. Don't know how to handle Deswita. He had come to seek answers to the questions that had arisen in his mind about the deity's attitude. Not the answers obtained, the list of questions is getting longer. Now, not only did the God act like that, but to Deswita as well.

The arrival of the Gods, breaks the silence that exists between Deva and Deswita. The man did not show the slightest surprise when he saw Deva's whereabouts. The god continued to walk inside as if no one was sitting in the living room he had just passed through.

"Lately, Unyil has always been, Dev. Mades wants to ask you from yesterday. But mades is not good. Mades doesn't want to until you feel forced to accept Unyil as your husband. Honestly, Mades thought, this must be related to the expression of his heart that you do not return," said Deswita carefully.

Again Deva was silent. It could be, what Deswita guessed is indeed true. However, he could not ignore one more possibility. Whatever the reason, it must be the background of the change in attitude of the Gods.

Deswita asks Deva to wait for her for a moment. Because the woman just remembered if she had a promise to zoom in with some friends during her college first. Deswita leaves Deva alone in the living room.

Thirty minutes passed, the God appeared with a face that was already fresh. Her hair is still wet. Leisurely jeans with sky blue collared t-shirt tops, affirming the handsome, handsome face of the man. Despite knowing exactly being noticed by Deva, the Deity remained indifferent.

"Godfather," called Deva as he stood up from his seat.

"Why did you avoid me? What's my fault, sir?" Deva immediately asked the subject.

"really. I was avoiding you, Dev. I want to have some distance between us. And forget all the expressions of my previous feelings for you. Assume I never said it." The god turned his face away after saying that to Deva. His heart really hurt when he had to make that sentence.

"It doesn't matter if I have to forget all the expressions of your feelings. It does not matter if it turns out that yesterday's expression was just a mistake. But, should we end up like this? Wh why? My fault what? My dad was always there for me. You admit it or not, for me, you are more than just a boss for me. All the goodness of the Father, makes me feel friendship and brotherhood at the same time." Deva's voice started to shake.

The god closed his eyes. Trying my hardest not to falter in his stance. Do not let him even be moved to embrace and embrace the body of Deva. If the condition in the future is not as bad as the doctor's verdict, of course God will not choose to behave as he is now. There is no pain, and the most severe punishment, other than the guilt of already hurting a loved one.

"If you really want to get back together with Brother Debora. I will not be sad, especially until I am hurt. Love is about taste and determination. Not just because of the span of time togetherness or separation. Those who once loved each other, did not rule out the possibility of being able to grow the sense back."

The god smiled bitterly. Deva's words just now, clearly affirming the woman's feelings for her, had not changed in. "Is there anything else you want to talk about?" tanyakanya.

"Don't stay away from me like this, sir. You promised to share anything with me. And I did the same. Why do we suddenly seem to be two strangers who never knew each other? Tell me what's my fault?" insist Deva.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm more comfortable if we're like now. We used to never know each other, never indifferent and hate each other. Things were fine then, weren't they? So, what's the matter now." God sharpens his speech intonation.

"So things have changed, sir. Every good you do, it means something to me. I will never forget the kindness of my father. If any of my attitudes are wrong or offending you, please, just tell me. So that I can improve myself. Looking for the enemy is easy, just cut the wound and leave without forgiveness-be we enemies. But I don't want to be like that."

The god ventured to glance at Deva, coinciding with the clear rounders drenching the woman's cheeks. "I have an appointment with Deborah. We'll talk about it another time."

The voice of the God trembled as he said it. It was hard for him to endure the sadness that was also no less overwhelming. God walked faster to his car garage. The man got into one of his favorite cars. Picking up her own hair violently, and spilling out a voiceless cry that stifled her chest.

Deva slid her body to the floor. "Yes Allah ... Yes Rabb ... You are the owner of the heart, who can turn back human feelings. Give a clear heart to Lord God. Whatever is experienced now, may not bring it in the wrong decision."

Deswita also shed tears watching what happened to God and Deva just now. What seemed just now, confirmed that something was wrong with God.

"Excuse me, ma'am, here I find there's paper in Den Dewa's briefcase, but it's important, ma'am." One of the housekeepers who had just come out of the laundry room held out a fold of paper to his mistress.

Deswita hurriedly wiped her tears first. Only he received the fold of the paper and opened it carefully.

"What's this?" Deswita tried to read the paper repeatedly with the official trowel of one of the international hospital agencies in the capital.