Residual Flavour
Pamite

Deva swiped the green button on her phone screen upwards. Then attach the flat object to his earlobe.

"Good afternoon, Lord." Deva greeted formally.

The man's voice with a firm tone, and as if being annoyed was instantly heard. God asked Deva questions about the data she was looking for.

"I'll be sending you by email soon, sir." Deva replied to his superior calmly.

"Snap, don't wear it for long!"

The phone connection was cut off unilaterally. Without greeting or saying thank you. Deva stroked her chest as if she wanted to say a word of patience to herself. A negative thought suddenly flashed through his mind. The god seems to be starting to want to make himself ribet. Though the data requested can be easily obtained, and there is Sashi who can actually help with the bonus embrace or something. In fact, God instead chose to contact Deva who was clearly authorized to leave the office.

After sending an email message to God, Deva realizes that it has been a while since Dave left her. The man has not shown his nose yet. Deva started to fret. He stood up, walked back and forth while biting his thumb nail.

"Oh God..." Deva muttered as she slammed her butt back onto the bench.

Moments later, Dave came out of the room. Deva could not guess at all what had happened from the look on the man's face.

"How about, Bang." Impatiently, Deva also walked over to Dave. Until the position of the two are now facing each other with a distance of one step.

"Alhamdulillah papa has been rumored. You can meet later. But just for a second. It should be possible now, but papa wants you to come after Maghrib. Papa still wants to rest. So said the officer who stood guard. Only fifteen minutes."

Deva breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God that fifteen minutes is precious, Bang. Did you meet Papa just now?"

Dave shook his head, "Of course not. If I meet papa, obviously you'll miss the opportunity. They only give time once, and only to one person."

Deva smiled faintly. There are two hours left to go to Maghrib. But going home will take time. Not to mention later when he returned, he could be stuck in traffic because along with the clock home from work.

"Yes, thank you, Bang. I just wait here. I want to pray Ashar, eat first." Deva turns around, intending to leave Dave still faithfully standing in front of her.

"I'm temenin." Without a doubt, Dave grasped Deva's fingers possessively. Deva's hand pull, not the slightest can make his fingers regardless of the grip.

Dave and Deva walked towards the mosque outside the hospital building. Unconsciously by the two, there was a pair of eyes watching with a gaze full of wounds.

Sitting together until the two perform three rakaat worship together, not one bit shed the awkwardness that has been created. Even until they return to the room where Amar is, both Deva and Dave, still compact dead style.

Each of them clearly looks misbehaved and embarrassed. Stealing each other's eyes like teenagers who have just made an approach.

"God, if it's like this, how can you forget" Deva lamented inwardly.

"Lord... Instead of disappearing, why do I fall in love with Deva again?" Dave also muttered in his heart.

Finally, they arrived at the door of the room where Amar was. A situation that saves Deva and Dave from an increasingly volatile feeling of death.

"Same greetings, papa." Dave rubbed Deva's arm gently. Making the chest of the former who was still in his heart, rustling amazingly.

Deva knocked on the door three times. A moment later, the door opened wide. Officers took Deva inside, showing the gurney where Amar was lying.

"Alhamdulillhah, Papa has recovered. Thank you, because Papa has the spirit to heal," Deva bowed her body. Gently peeked at the papa's forehead.

It is like Amar is conserving energy. The man only nodded weakly.His hand shifted slowly with the intention of wanting to grab Deva's hand.

"Papa wants this." Deva clasped her papa fingers on the part of the hand that had no inpus needles or other medical equipment.

"What is your father feeling now? What's better?" deva asked, she bent her body closer to Amar's face.

"Good dad. Talk a lot, Dev. Tell Papa anything... Papa just wants to hear your voice and see your face all the time that we have." words softly but clearly, ejected from Amar's mouth.

Deva took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the figure of the papa. He knew his father wasn't well. However, Deva is quite confident that his papa is better than yesterday. The woman re-stretched her body. In the room, there is no bench. The room, measuring three times four meters, was quite crowded with a gurney, a monitor table connected to the tools on Amar's body, and a Nakas.

"Deva kangen is totally papa. So many things Deva wanted to tell me. But it's impossible now. Papa never taught Deva to be smart about lying and pretending. Deva did not want to, filling the fifteen minutes out with just complaints and heartache."

A sincere smile rang from Amar's lips. The real smile only covered the pain and the thinness of the heart. A series of words were to start popping back into his mind. A guilty verdict, changing his family's life is incredible. And the most obvious victim is Deva. The relationship with Dave who should have arrived at the marriage bond, was always postponed because Deva wanted to hold the wedding when Amar was free. But fate says otherwise, the relationship has now run aground.

"Pa, tomorrow Deva to Bali. There's work until Sunday. So, tomorrow and the day after Deva can't come. Why-why, right?"

Amar nodded. "Be careful, when you go home, Papa must be healthy. There will be no more pain. You don't have to waste your money and effort on papa's treatment. Take good care of yourself. Always trust God in everything. Everything that has happened, is entirely papa's fault. I'm sorry, Dev."

Deva rubbed the tapered cheek full of the wrinkled lines of the papa gently. "Don't say sorry all the time, Pa. Like Papa was really guilty. Enough Deva knew, the money wasn't a dime Papa enjoyed. Apologize. Reversing things is not enough with that word, Pa. not enough!"

Amar smiled again, Deva returned the smile. Amar's face was not as pale as before, a red tinge had dyed his cheeks and his entire body. Deva was really relieved. Tomorrow he can go without being burdened by the condition of the papa.

The two talked about something more relaxed. Several times even Amar smiled loosely when he heard the beloved princess tell about her new boss. Until they are unconscious, their time together is over.

"Deva go home first, Pa." Deva again kissed the papa's forehead.

"Princess Papa must be strong, Papa will be healed. Remember Papa's message, when there is no more reliable man, there is still God. Never question God's justice. Take good care of yourself, Dev. Forgive me for not being able to take good care of you."

Amar's words ended their meeting this time. Deva left the room with an endless thankfulness, completely unaware, the papa again felt a tightness in his chest.

"Have you?" Dave immediately greeted Deva with a smile. "I'll take you home. But before that, we eat first at a regular cafe" he added.

Without waiting for Deva's answer, Dave immediately walked first to the parking lot of his car. Deva did not refuse. After Dave tried to make it face to face with the father, eating together might not hurt.

The two get into Dave's sports car. The car is also moving at medium speed. He leads to the cafe which became the favorite place of Dave and Deva.

Not too long ago, Dave's car stopped right in the parking area of a cafe. Next to the car that just arrived. The four-wheeled vehicle, similar to the one driven by Dave.

As Deva opened the door, the driver did the same.

"You?" the voice of the person who had just got down from the car, instantly made Deva swallow her saliva with great difficulty.