Residual Flavour
On the farm of friendship

"We can't judge a person's feelings just by the look in his eyes." Dave chimed in on Debora's statement quickly.

Dave's answer makes Debora reluctant to ask one thing that actually disturbs her curiosity. No more discussion, Deborah and Dave finally walked slowly following the God who stepped foot with difficulty while holding Deva.

Full of struggle, even interspersed with debates along the way, finally until they are in the car park. Deva helps the god open the scarf that covers the man's eyes.

"Difficult, doesn't mean impossible, does it?"

God doesn't answer Deva's question, he gets in the car and lets Dave sit in the steering wheel. The four of them went back to the villa. Once there, Deva, Dewa, Dave and Deborah went straight into their rooms. Take a moment of rest, refresh yourself and prepare for the event later tonight.

As per the information provided by Deva, they gathered in the backyard of the villa that had been arranged in such a way at exactly seven past thirty minutes. All use white tops with jeans subordinates.

After passing a simple dinner, they sat down casually on the grass covered with mats. The four people were each prepared with markers and paper respectively.

"Okay, our first game was "a one-word game". The rules of the game are one person whose name comes out, may ask anything to the other. The answer can only be one word. Those who ask questions are also obliged to answer," explained Deva.

While listening to Deva's explanation, Deborah put four rolls of paper in a straw into a small bottle of mineral water. They also started casually, The first person who has got a turn to ask questions, giving questions that are safe and easy, so as not to cause a long discussion. The second name has been issued.

"God" said Dave after unrolling the paper.

The person called by his name immediately seemed to think. He did not expect a second turn after Deborah. In fact, before God hoped Deva was earlier than him.

"Well, you're not sleeping, are you?" ledek Dave because he felt God was thinking too long.

"Attent." The god took a deep breath, then he asked, "What are we most worried about in this world?"

Without thinking long, Deva and Dave compact immediately write something. While Deborah seems to still take a pause to think.

"One, two, three...." The god gave a warning to the other three.

Each answer is indicated and can be read clearly by the other. Beyond a doubt, Debora, Dave and God's answer this time turned out to be the same. All three wrote the word DEATH. Deva wrote the word TIME

"Why are you worried about time, Dev?" debora could not cover her curiosity.

"Because the real time is not ours. We can only get through it. Not to grasp, save let alone repeat it. When the time has passed, all that is left is memories. No matter how much money we have, it cannot return us at a time gone by." Deva paused her explanation for a moment. His teary eyes looked at Debora, Dave and the Gods in turn.

"You're never alone, Bee. You know, I'm always there for you" Dave said.

"There's me too, Dev. The stories of the past that brought us together are painful. I can't even force you to think of me as more than a friend. One thing is for sure, I would be very happy if you made me a friend to share your grievances with" Deborah said. His hand stretched out to hold Deva's hand.

"I'm not afraid of death. But for me, death is certain. He will come to all living beings. It is uncertain when death will come. Again and again, all back in time."

The god shifted his seat, the man then turned his face, staring at the cluster of aquarius constellations flickering in the pitch-black sky.

"The only thing I fear now is death. I can't imagine how broken my mother's heart would have been if it had arrived earlier. To this day, my mom doesn't know what I'm going through. Only you know my pain. I can't make my mom sad. Seeing my pain, my mother's tears glistened, especially if I have to see my body stiffened with a shroud wrapped," said God.

Deva let go of Deborah's hand, slowly, the woman walked with her knees toward God. "Father is wrong, Mades knows about the pain you feel. Amazingly a mother, Mades pretended to keep smiling just because he did not want you to be sad. Sir.. there's no harm in us sharing the pain. It's more painful for people who love us to know we're lying. A mother may not be able to take her child ill. At least, let him accompany you to fight your pain."

The god turned to the source of the voice that spoke to him. The two exchanged such a sad look. "I'm scared, Dev. I'm afraid mama's gonna slump slowly seeing I'm blind."

"Don't worry about something that hasn't happened yet, Wa. Let's just say you're preparing for the worst. If you're blind, there's still us who can be eyes for you. When that comes, you may be damning your life that is no longer in color. But remember, as Deva said earlier, time does not wait for you to be ready. And time cannot pass quickly just because He wants to put an end to your suffering. Optimistic, Wa. Not looking at the world, not immediately paying attention to your ears. Your heart and mind can still look at the world, your instincts that will lead you in the direction you want." Dave who was sitting right on the right side of the Gods, patted the man on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Dave. At this point, I am grateful to have known you. I'm sorry if my attitude has hurt you so much." The gods look at Deva and Dave in turn.

"I'm grateful, too, Wa. After the winding road that we went through, we can sit together in this place now, for me it's amazing. Our hearts do fall on the same figure, but that does not mean we have to hate each other. The woman we love, is too precious to be fought over in a way that is mutually impeccable."

The god smiled faintly at Dave's words. "And I hope you don't back down just because you feel sorry for your rival. We never know, do we? Who knows, the heart of him, someday even not for one of us," joked God.

Deva, who knows exactly the direction Dave and the Gods are talking, chooses to stand up. With legs that were not calibrated, the woman swung her legs a few steps forward. Staring at the sprinkling of light from buildings that look small from the height where it is located.

"Let the time that leads the heart to strengthen its love. Living together is not just a matter of liking or love the same love. People who do not want to fail to build a loving relationship. It's too soon if I have to decide now. The past that leaves me feeling, makes me slow to look at the future" Deva said to herself. Not heard by anyone.

Deborah fluttered at her position that was slightly behind Dave and the God who sat in a compact row looked up at the same sky. He found it difficult to string words to participate in the conversation of the three people. Deborah lowered her face, harboring tears that did not fully represent the wound in her heart.

"Yes Allah ... If it is my destiny to love, please let this love be good for the one I love. I wish I had. Let this love blossom in the field of friendship" Deborah prayed in her heart.

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