Residual Flavour
Come again for the exam

Deva came to the glass room in the corner of the lobby, a man in his forty years was waiting for him there. The man's name is Dito-owner of a house contracted by Deva.

"Good morning, Mr. Dito ...." Deva greeted the man.

"Morning, Madam Deva. Sorry to interrupt work early in the morning, ma'am. My Henpon is gone, so Deva's number is gone too." Dito stood up while extending a hand to Deva.

"Owell, that. No papa, sir. Father how are you?" Deva welcomes Dito's hand. The two sat facing each other.

"Alhamdulillah be healthy, Ma'am. I just said yes, Mom. So look, my son who works in Japan, next month comes with his wife's son. I mean, because by chance this month Mbak Deva's contract period is up. They will occupy the house themselves. So I'm sorry if I can't extend Deva's contract." The man seemed very careful and polite when delivering it.

Instantly Deva gulped her saliva with great difficulty. After his house is sold, and living in the same rented house for approximately five years, this time, he will feel moved to a new place again. Deva's breathing is so heavy.

"I'm sorry, Madam Deva. Maybe too suddenly. But there are still less than twenty days left, Ma'am. Hopefully soon find a suitable home for Mbak Deva."

"Amin .. for me, it doesn't matter how the house is, sir. Just in accordance with my budget. Wherever I live, I am alone. When most people say Home is a place to go home and share warmth with fellow family members, for me home is just a stopover." Deva's gaze glared far away, like one who was daydreaming.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'm not feeling good. If I may, I'll ask for Deva's phone number. If I know, there's a contracted house, I'll call Ms. Deva."

"Can, Sir." Then Deva mentioned her phone number slowly.

Since all the business was done, Dito immediately said goodbye. Deva also went straight back to her room. Completed all the work given by the Gods as quickly as he could. Many personal problems were weighing on his mind, not making Deva's work spirit fade away. He's getting excited. The busier, the better for Deva. At least, the mind becomes distracted.

As requested by God, it was even faster by two hours than the specified time. Deva has already given all the files to his superiors.

"Is there anything else I can do immediately, sir? Maybe a project in Bolero? I tried to make materials for the tender submission. So you can focus on Mr. Edward's case."

Deva's offer managed to make the Gods gobsmacked. His personal assistant really works like a tireless robot, and too fast.

"Dev...laptopmu, can be brought here only, right? So we can all discuss together," proposed the God.

"Can, sir."

Without wasting any time, Deva goes straight back to her room, picking up a laptop and a small notebook that always faithfully accompanies her days to make her job easier.

"Put it on the table here, Dev." Upon seeing Deva enter, the God pointed at the empty front side of his desk.

Deva put down her laptop without protest. He also began to work with focus. Sometimes his mouth makes a question, and sometimes a short answer to God. Within an hour, the job was done.

"What's? Are you really done? No worries, right?" The god pulled Deva's laptop to make the screen face him. His mouth moved slowly reading through all the details displayed there.

"Crazy! How can you do this so soon?" The god shook his head complete with a look of disbelief at the cheek of admiration.

"It's mundane. Is there anything else I can do? Otherwise, I'll do the others in my room."

"Dev, don't you need a break? The job you just did. It usually takes two working days."

The gods are only beards. Quite a compliment that was already said earlier. Now, he should be able to hold his mouth in order to remain silent. Do not let compliments make the employees big heads.

The focus of the two was instantly distracted by Deva's phone that kept vibrating on the table. An unknown number is listed there. Deva immediately received the call.

"Hello...." Deva answered without hesitation.

A moment later, the look on the woman's face changed. A series of sentences from the caller, made his hand tremble.

"Will I go home early, sir?" pamit Deva was in such a hurry.

"What's up, Dev?"

Deva no longer cared about the question of God, her laptop was left just like that on the desk of the superior.

"What the hell is that? Rush very. Don't get into the same trouble as the man in question yesterday. Just be careful if it's the same," muttered Dewa while intending to turn off Deva's laptop.

But the intention was dashed instantly. Once you see the wallpaper used as a desktop display. The photo that makes the gods singleness a thin smile on his lips. His jail hand also penetrated into the picture folder. I don't know why he became that sassy. But God is unlucky, all files use access codes. Of course he didn't get anything from there.

On the other hand, Deva had just got off a two-wheeler that had just driven her to a military hospital. A hospital that is usually used to place prisoners who need intensive doctor care.

Deva set foot wide, down the corridor, bringing the crowd to the care institution of the papa. His eyes were already filled with a clear puddle, which only required one blink to fall over the cheeks.

Two men in police uniforms stood in front of the room where Amar lay weakly inside. Deva accelerated her pace. He was sure very well, if it was indeed Amar's room was treated.

"How's my papa doing, sir?" Deva asked with a look so bleak. His breathing was still very irregular.

"The doctor's still inside, ma'am. Please wait for me." One of the policemen on guard answered very formally.

"Dev ...," call someone from behind.

"Sir Ali..." Deva greeted the man. The warden that Deva considered like a father because of his kindness and sincerity all this time to Amar, and also to him.

"So the one who called you, he said. Your father suddenly fainted. Lately, his health has been dropping dramatically, Dev. The drugs given, and so far taken by your father, further aggravate the work of his kidneys. Your papa's complaint is not just the heart, the stomach is also quite chronic. Now even your papa's kidney is presumed to be unable to function properly."

Deva's body immediately fell to the floor. "Yes Allah .. patient and sincere what else I have to live," he said.

One of the officers who was on guard earlier, approached Deva and Ali. Then ask Ali to step away from Deva a little.

Ali's breathing was heavy. His gaze at Deva, really made the woman's mind increasingly scared.

"Patience, Dev." The man rubbed Deva's arm like his own.