Residual Flavour
Close the eyes part one

"So, Brother. May it not rain." Deva looked up at the clear blue sky. There was not even a white cloud there.

"Looks safe. Hope your plan goes well. I only wish God the best." Deborah did the same with Deva.

Both eyes are compact squeaking due to sunlight. However, both Deva and Deborah were still reluctant to re-establish their head positions. It was as if there was something above the sky that made the two women reluctant to turn away from there.

"I asked the Gods to accept my presence, Dev. I know his heart still chooses you. What I do, not force want to have it. I just saved the God from feeling helpless."

A series of words that Debora had just said, made Deva re-establish her head and drop her eyes on the figure beside her. "So many relationship names we can choose. In the name of love, we can live a brotherhood, friendship, even hostility. Why pretend to be lovers? If there's still another option that doesn't require us to pretend, "press Deva.

"I still love the Gods, Dev. Four years for a God might not mean anything. But not for me. He really appreciates the woman he loves. With our free lives, it is quite possible for us to do forbidden things while we are dating first. Actuallyno. He always asked for permission when he wanted to kiss me. Even he refused when I asked him to do more." Deborah returned Deva's gentle gaze.

"It's not how long together that makes it difficult for us to forget someone, brother. However, how deep we put someone's position in our hearts" said Deva.

"I'm sorry .. Do you really have feelings for God? If anything, I will ask the Gods to fight. I'm sure, you can understand and accept whatever God's condition will be." Deborah was very careful when asking.

Not until Deva answers Debora's question, Dave and Dewa seem to have walked up to them. Of course, the conversation had to stop.

"So, yuk! What do you want to pick up?" ask Dave.

"Corn ...." Dewa and Deva answered compactly.

"It just happens to be the same. I'm just representing Debora. She likes oranges, "god. No one asked or protested.

"Trust me, sir. No one is the same as the Father" continued Deva casually.

The god snorted in annoyance. If this is the case, it is very difficult to be ignorant and indifferent to Deva. The atmosphere of togetherness is increasingly melting, making jokes and delinquents slide relaxed without being limited by prestige. Dave and Debora were deliberately running a bit slow. Letting the distance between them and Deva and the Gods be a bit wide.

"Does loving people too deeply make us this stupid?" Debora invites Dave to talk softly.

"Depends on the point of view of the person you are talking to. To me, the stupidity of loving it is only one and I've done it." Dave replied in a voice that was no less whispering.

"What's that?" ask Deborah.

"Letting go of the person we love and loving us so easily without struggle. That's so stupid. Leaving behind endless regret," replied Dave. Quite straightforward and clear.

"If we are the only ones who love, what should we do?" Deborah seemed to want to find another point of view of the condition she was experiencing.

Deborah smiled thinly. Behind Deva's extraordinarily bizarre life story, love-deva matters are luckier than her. Even without status, two men clearly love and put on the body to sacrifice their own feelings in order to try their best for Deva.

"Well, this is how try the same sour bedain that's sweet?" The god spoke to himself once he was faced with an orange tree no taller than him.

"Just ask the fruit, sir. You're not sweet? If sour, it means we are the same dong," ledek Deva who stands right behind the same tree with God.

"There are so many trees, why are you here?" Upset God.

"Me and Deborah are also here, Wa. We are deliberately betting to metic fruit from the same tree. The loser, the road with his eyes closed to the car park," Dave said quickly.

"Astagah, bet everything. What the fuck are you guys. Kayak a child. I'll win." God immediately plucked one orange that hung the highest among the other fruits.

"I'm this one," Dave took a slightly yellowish-skinned orange with confidence.

Deva and Debora compact picky. Both are clearly more selective than Dave and the God of origin. Time has run more than five minutes, both have not yet decided which citrus fruits to be picked.

"You guys are so long, anyway" protested the gods.

"Can!" Pekik Deva and Deborah at the same time.

Next, they took turns opening and tasting citrus fruits from each of them in turn. Again, a life lesson can indeed be obtained from anywhere and anytime as long as we are able to interpret everything to happen not just by chance.

"We plucked four of these oranges from the same tree. Two oranges taste so sweet. The other one was a little sour, and the other one was very sour. In fact, the manager said everything was ready to pick. Not that the manager lied to us. Everything that is wrapped tightly, humans never know what is in it with certainty. What Debora took was her skin pores were large, the color was murky and the shape was not perfect. It turned out to taste even very sweet," said Dave at length.

"We can't judge something by its outer skin alone. Every problem cannot be addressed in general. Looking at something, you have to be objective. Equally love, still different way of expression. Not everything we can say right or wrong, good or bad and such. Oranges and oranges can be different, so why do we have to force oranges and apples the same?" Deva adds to what Dave says as he glances towards the Gods.

"really. What we think is sweet is delicious, not necessarily for others. One thing is certain, if we want to give citrus fruits to someone who likes sour, then never give them citrus fruits that taste sweet. He'll take it, open it and taste a glance, then put it down just like that." Deborah added.

The god scratched his head that was not itchy. The three people spoke so meaningfully. Not that he did not understand what the meaning of every word that was thrown Dave, Deva and Debora, just that he felt being sindered--- forced what he thought was right.

Deva takes the scarf out of her bag and gives it to Dave.

"Yep, Wa ... I'll help you with the blinders." Dave receives Deva's gift and turns the god's body back to him.