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The man called by his name did not give his reaction at all. After closing the car door again, he immediately stepped foot without heeding Deva's whereabouts in the slightest.

"Godfather. What am I wrong exactly? Why are you avoiding me like this?" For the umpteenth time Deva gave the same question in the last few days.

The gods remain in his choice. Leaving Deva without saying a word. However, Deva's determination this time was greater than the previous days. Impatient with the God's reaction is still the same, Deva half ran after the steps of the figure who tonight will officially become his former superior.

"The Lord may hate me and stay away from me if I am wrong. But if this attitude of the Father is only because of a piece of the results of checking your eyes, I will continue to pursue the Father." Deva held the left wrist of the God until it managed to make the man stop his steps.

"Look at me, sir. Say it out loud. As usual when you talk to me. What drives you away?" Deva positioned herself right in front of the Gods. The eyes of both of them clashed against each other. Just for a moment, as the God chose to turn his gaze to the other side once he realized Deva's gaze was very likely to melt his heart.

Gods flinching. Deva's hand grips felt tighter and stronger on her wrist. Logic leads the gods to keep that tiny hand away from him. However, the feeling of not being at once pity is more dominating. Now, the desire to hug Deva tightly while whispering said that she was very longing for their previous togetherness.

"The Father has always been there for me. Not just to give support and support. But also help all my affairs selflessly. It's up to your mouth to say that everything you do because you want to make Mades happy. To be sure, I feel true sincerity in you." Deva still faithfully clasped the wrist of the God with one hand.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" The question of the God was so flat to sound. Impressed haughty and cold. Without even glancing at Deva in the slightest.

"much. Do you want to hear? Don't answer. Inevitably, just listen to what I want to say." Deva pulls the hand of God. Invite the man to pull over to the back of a car so as not to be the center of attention of people passing by.

The gods follow Deva's will. Just this time he saw the other side of a Deva. The woman's determination was never in doubt. But this kind of coercive attitude, never shown before.

"What does it mean to be together all this time, sir? You stay away because you don't want to be pitied, do you? Why think so low? Where is the proud and arrogant God? Where is the God whose confidence is sky-high? Or is this really what a god is?" Deva's voice grew higher and more vibrating. He took off the word sir to give an affirmation of how disappointed Deva is at this time. The woman threw out the hand of the God she had just gripped with a stern annoyance.

The god ventured back to Deva's sharp gaze but was implied with sadness. The man slowly moved his body. Stretching out a hand, about to touch the smooth cheek of the beautiful woman in front of him. However, that intention was simply undone when he realized his helplessness one day.

"If one day you have to be blind. At least do not blind the heart of the Father with hatred and thoughts that will even harm yourself. Look deeper with all the love you have. Everything will feel easier and more beautiful. Why torture yourself by staying away from those you love?"

The god could not cover up his shock as Deva said the sentence. Absolutely not suspect if Deva can say it very straightforwardly. God also did not expect, if Deva already understood about the possibility of his eyes that will experience blindness later.

"Dev, I just want to keep your feelings. By getting used to being far away, you will not feel sad later. Enough I'm hit with my situation. You don't," God said. Finally he made his voice too.

"It's selfish, sir! Simply torture yourself .. If you love us, let us accompany you in any condition. This is not just about reciprocity, but about the meaning of a togetherness that we call friendship or brotherhood. When I was in a bad state, my father was always there. My father once let me be a cruel friend. The friend who let his friend face his own trials."

"I don't want kindness that's just pity, Dev. Especially pitied. I don't want to." The god shook his head while turning his body.

The paper bag that had been in Deva's grasp was finally placed next to one of the car wheels just like that. With forced courage, Deva hugged the body of the God from behind. Obviously, that made the man aghast. However, Deva's embrace was warm and able to tear down the thick walls that had been deliberately built to provide distance between them.

A few moments passed by, both of them dissolved in the atmosphere. The god closed his eyes so tightly, feeling the deva's embrace until the fragrance of the woman's body penetrated his soul which had felt empty. However, the vibration of the cell phone in the pockets of the Gods pants, disperse the intertwined intimacy without a plan.

Deva was awakened. The woman hastily removed her hands from the hips of the God. Then hurriedly stepped back with a little misbehavior. Meanwhile, God immediately received the phone call to cover up the raging feelings because of what happened just now. The man was showing his existence to the figure on the phone.

God turned the body. Then shift her body slightly until she is in the hallway between two parked cars. He waved his hand and ended his phone call.

Deva also turned her body, slightly tempted to see the figure addressed by the God from a distance. A faint smile expanded from his lips. With a quick movement, he picked up the paper bag earlier and extended it to the Gods.

"Sorry, it seems, I can not join the celebration welcome Mr. There is something for Father. May you like." Deva instantly removed the paper bag rope before the Gods accepted it. Until the bag fell and pulled out some of its contents.

The god swiftly picked up some of the fallen pieces while shouting at Deva who was walking away leaving her with a thousand steps.

"Pursue Deva, Wa," said a voice.