Residual Flavour
Equally wounded

Not until ten minutes, Deva received a notification from the mobile banking application on his phone. A sum of money back to fill the balance that had left only four digits. The amount was exactly the same as the amount he had infused the person earlier. The sender's name is Deborah.

Deva immediately intends to contact the buyer, because he had to ask for an address for the delivery of goods as well as giving an explanation-tomorrow he will only take care of the letter of ownership of the vehicle that is still in the lender's bank. However, the number does not accept his cell phone. Even a moment later, Deva received a message containing an address and a notification to relax in the delivery of goods.

"Any," murmured Deva.

For a moment he took his brain thinking. There is something odd about the buying and selling transaction that has just been done. But due to desperate needs, Deva chose to ignore. Later when delivering goods and cars, Deva certainly can meet and get acquainted with the buyer directly.

"Spirit, Deva! Money doesn't just fall from the sky. Money must be sought and fought for. With sweat, as well as an outpouring of thoughts. Passion.spirit..."

Deva continued to encourage herself. A moment later, he immediately changed his clothes with shorts and a casual t-shirt. Like not knowing the word tired, Deva began to prepare and sort the items that had been sold into several boxes. After an hour of hard work, Deva paused to perform four rakaat services. So focused, he almost missed his dhuhur time.

Deva put the face she had just put on the nightstand. At the same time, the door of the house was knocked. Deva rushed out of the room and approached the door that was deliberately closed.

As soon as the door opened wide, Deva immediately turned her face away. Dave's arrival was never again expected, especially in a situation like the present. Not because of hate. Besides wanting to dodge, Deva also did not want to be pitied.

"What do you need to do here?" deva asked, cynical and cold.

Dave immediately stepped inside, even though the owner of the house had not allowed himself to enter. The man looked at the whole room. Three large boxes seemed neatly lined up there.

"What's up, Bee? Why do you have to sell all this? Isn't this the last thing you can keep? What about the people who are there?" Dave asked with such a deep look.

"It's no use having so many things. All are rarely used. It's just the stuff I sell, not the memories," Deva said.

"Tell me the truth, Bee..."

"I told you, don't call me Bee!" Deva intonation is rising. Tired of body soul, making his emotions ignited easily.

"Okay.ok. I'm not ordinary. Dev, our relationship is over. Don't let yourself face your own problems too hard. Share your burden with me. What was? What the hell's going on? No need to get like this. You can still count on me." Dave pointed at his phone screen which instantly displayed Deva's post.

"Who are you that I should share my burden with you, Bang? Even if we're friends, there are limits, right? After all, I don't like to involve others in my personal affairs. You know exactly how I am." Deva picks up the wet lab, not caring about Dave's presence, he starts to resume the work that had been interrupted.

"Rest! Just let me!" Dave snatched the cloth from Deva's hand, then continued the woman's work without speaking any more.

Deva chose to run into the room and locked the door tightly. His body leaning against the door leaf, slowly decays until the buttocks touch the cold ceramics.

Deva's shoulders shook violently. He hugged his bent knee until it stuck to his chest. He buried his face there deeper. His chest is getting tighter.

"Oh Allah. I'm tired, really tired." Deva grabbed her own hair violently, then she shouted as loudly as possible. He really could no longer hold back. As if I had forgotten that there was someone else in my house.

Hearing Deva's cry, Dave's heart was sliced. The man put one hand on his chest, then squeezed the shirt that was stuck there so firmly. A clear thread slowly fell down on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Bee." Dave picked up the marker on the table, writing a long string of words on a piece of paper on the table. Dave's hand moves so fast. Not until two minutes, long writing was successfully made. When he finished, Dave rushed out without saying goodbye.

Realizing his folly, Deva hurriedly wiped away the tears as well as his wet cheeks. He immediately stood up. Tidying up your hair, and adjusting your breath to calm down. Deva cursed himself who could not control himself.

Slowly, Deva opened the door of her room. Intentionally not too wide, just want to peek at what Dave is doing.

Not finding the figure in question, Deva also ventured to get out. She did not see her ex-boyfriend anywhere. Moving out, the car of his ex-lover was also not seen around his house.

With a slow step, he went back inside, his eyes catching a streak of Dave's hand on the table. Deva read in a soft voice.

***

Forgive me for being selfish, Dev... Sorry .. because I don't really understand your wounds. Not that I don't know myself, but I can't leave.^^^

^^^ If seeing me make you hurt, I'll stay away. My eyes, heart, and mind will be waiting for you. Whatever you are facing right now, you will not be alone.^^^

^^^Dev. Your cry, is not a disgrace you need to hide. If there is no me by your side, there is a God who never leaves you. Simply present HIM in every breath of your breath. Put the weight of your mind at the end of your long prayer mat. Touch your forehead there, put it all on Him. Return all feelings to His Creator.^^^

^^^ Again, forgive me for not being able to fight for you. My love deserves your question, let time prove it. Cowards like me, are not worthy of growing love in anyone.^^^

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Deva stuck the paper on her chest. "I know you're hurt, too, Bang. I know. I'm sorry I was so hard avoiding you. I just want to protect my heart, Bang. I'm selfish too" he said.

While Deva was busy arranging his heart, in his study, God seemed to seriously talk to one of the women in office girl clothes. Both of them talk about something important.

"I don't want to get into this problem anyone else knows. Especially Deva. Call me immediately. Make sure everything's in order. If it fails, I'll have HRD get you out." The gods closed the conversation with a threat.