Residual Flavour
Meet the buyer

The thirty-six-story building of Diamond Corp is still very quiet. Not a single employee has arrived. As far as Deva's eyes were concerned, there was only the Daiman-security night service waiting for the shift change and the other two security people.

Upon entering the room, Deva recalled that her laptop had been left on the God's desk from yesterday afternoon. With wide steps, Deva immediately headed to the room of his superior. Fortunately, the laptop was not moved. Deva immediately took it without waiting for the owner of the room.

After returning to his own workplace, while feeding fried rice and beef-eye eggs into his mouth, Deva continued to focus on completing his work. He hopes, in this way, the gods can give leeway to complete the business of buying and selling yesterday. Today is his last chance to take care of everything, while tomorrow, he already has to fly to Bali to take an official trip with the Gods.

The alarm on Deva's phone rang, which means it's still six and thirty minutes. A few hours to nine. Deva continued to devote her attention and thoughts to work.

Deva's phone made a short sound twice. Signs there's a message coming in there. The woman gave a tap on the phone screen, so that the contents of the message can be read perfectly.

A message from Ali-rumored Amar will perform the kidney removal surgery at exactly nine. Deva stopped her work for a moment. His eyes closed, momentarily climbing the prayer in his heart.

"I entrust your healing with Your power, O God... You are the best medicine of all pain. Lead your father back in the light of life."

Deva tried to refocus on her laptop screen. Several times he breathed heavily and took a breath. After all, he could not escape from his own feelings. Who can be at peace, if the only person in the world who is possessed is surviving between life and death on the operating table.

"I can't work, I really can't think. I'd better let it go" Deva broke up.

The woman filled out a sudden clearance form. After making sure to check and make sure everything is correct, Deva prints the file. Now he just waits for the approval of the gods.

As the time came, Deva was trying to finish the work that was expected to be needed to be completed today.

The sound of footsteps and the voice of people talking began to sound, a sign that was approaching effective working hours. One by one the occupants of the 36th floor arrived. Deva saved all the work she did today into a flash drive. Then turn off the laptop and stand snatching the bag and sheet of paper that is still in the printer.

As Deva closed the door of the room, she saw the Deity had just entered the oversized room. With mixed feelings, Deva stepped into the boss' room.

"Bismillah, may the Lord this time not fuss. I was lazily arguing," he said.

After knocking on the door, Deva directly pressed the doorknob down. Instead of getting a greeting and a friendly smile, there, the face of God looked very cold.

"Good morning, sir," said Deva, sounding very pleasant.

"Hmmm...." The god answered without looking at Deva.

There was an annoyance that from yesterday he kept for Deva. Knowing his desire to buy the assistant's car failed because it was preceded by other buyers, making Dewa feel keki.

"I just wanted to ask for your signature. Today, I'm applying for a sudden permit." Deva held out the paper she had brought earlier to her superior.

"There are personal matters that I cannot tell you in detail. To be sure, I'm not allowed to go on vacation, or just have fun."

The god glanced at Deva's face with his tail. The girl's eyes are so thick. If the Gods did not guess wrong, it could be because Deva was crying too much.

"Give me a reason I can understand, Dev. Your stomach ache is also a personal matter, "The god dumped the paper on the table.

"Father allow what not? If not, I will not force. But tomorrow, I apologize if I can not accompany you to Bali."

"Well, how come you're gini. Really strange. Yes, yes, sana! But remember! If you get caught on leave just for fun, I'll make sure you get a warning letter." The gods are forced. From him to Bali alone, certainly will not be fun.

"Thank you, Sir. This is the data you might need today. Excuse me." Deva put the flash on the table, then turned around and immediately left the room of the Gods.

The god raised one end of his lips to vent his frustration. After meeting Deva often, her brain starts to go crazy. Gods really need entertainment. The man picked up his phone, picked one of the contacts there, then took the owner of the number for a little fun later tonight.

Deva stepped slowly into the building of a well-known private bank. Assisted by a security who welcomed the friendly, Deva ushered to a special room for customers. Not long after, a female official approached Deva. After talking and showing the full file. The employee immediately processes the repayment of Deva credit. Not up to an hour, the vehicle ownership certificate is in your grasp.

Deva glanced at the clock on her wrist. There's still no eleven o'clock. Operation Amar is also underway. After all, coming to the hospital is also free. If there is nothing important, obviously Deva is not allowed to meet his papa. Deva decides to settle the business of buying and selling his goods - faster is better.

First, he takes his finished car to the garage, after which Deva hires two pickups from an online app for delivery of his other items. Once all are ready to be transported, the three cars go together to the address of the buyer. It only takes thirty minutes to get there.

"This is the address, right?" Deva convinced herself by looking at the house number with the address on her phone screen alternately.

Deva knocks on the door of an old-like Dutch heritage building, politely. Not until the long wait, the female in her thirties, greeted her kindly. Curly hair is blonde, so compatible with the typical female facial lines of European descent. Her skin was white, on her cheeks were adorable black spots.

"It's so pretty" praised Deva, inwardly.

"Deva, huh? Kirain, you're already mothers. It turns out to be very young. Come in yuk, Dev! I told you not to rush. Yesterday I bothered. I'm sorry if I reject your phone." The buyer's female cerocos is so friendly. He clasped Deva's wrist in a familiar manner. Like I've known for a long time.

"Oh, yes, just call me Brother Deborah. I'm older than you."

Deva halted her steps as soon as Debora also stopped. Both of them sat on the long sofa.

"Sister Deborah, how did you know I was selling those things? And why can you buy everything? Is everything here complete?" Deva ventured to ask. His eyes rolled around the room. All the furniture is complete, classic European feel clearly dominates and emblazoned real.

"Emmmmm...." Deborah immediately became nervous. As if unprepared with the question given by Deva.