Residual Flavour
Different classes

With various considerations and driven by a bad taste because he felt too often rejected his superiors, Deva with a little forced, accepted the offer of God to take him home.

Not wanting to be too in time, after lunch, the two headed straight for Deva's house. The gods intentionally did not ask office drivers to drop them off. For some reason, he instead asks Deva who drives his service car. Yeah, a car-it-is not a virgin's favorite car. Keeping Deva busy was an evil goal that came to her mind starting this morning.

Arriving in front of an alley-way to his rented house, Deva stops a black Camry car that runs under his control.

"This is your house?" The god pointed to the first house on the right side of his stopped car.

"No, Sir. I'll just get down here. All of you burn calories because this afternoon, I've been eating so much fat." said Deva. Though he just did not want the Gods to know the exact location of his contract.

The gods don't want to dispute Deva's reasons. At least, this time his personal assistant replied in a proper tone. Not as cranky as before.

Deva rushed down without her bag or cell phone. He walked with very fast footsteps. Still within reach of the Gods eyes, the woman turned to the left, entering an alley that pierced the alley of Deva's actual rented house.

The sound of the ringing of a cell phone with the standard of a fruit-branded cell phone that has been bitten, distracts the attention of God. The name that read from the phone screen, instantly made God smile cunningly. The man intentionally received the call.

"Hello.., "god's greeting.

The caller across was quite surprised to hear that the one who received his call was a man. Even the caller who is none other than Dave immediately saw the screen of his phone, worried that he was the one who pressed the wrong phone number. But apparently there was no mistake there, the wrong one was who received the call.

"You must be confused, why the one who received the call was not Deva. He was preparing his clothes in the room. We are going on holiday to Bali. Follow Dewa Danendra's account if you want to see our affection throughout the weekend. You're a guy who's been with my future fiance, aren't you? The failed Priest?" The god taunts Dave by naming the contact Deva gave him to keep Dave's number. For some reason, the Lord was very sure, the caller was the man who always upset him at their meetings.

The phone connection was instantly cut off, the God smiled triumphantly. "Mampusses! Songong's own fault. The game has just begun. If Deva can't kill you, let you kill Deva. Misunderstanding and jealousy, will certainly further complicate the relationship. One pat, two dead mosquitoes tick."

Again and again, God draws conclusions from what comes to his own mind. With a sly smile, the God erased the incoming call history from the Priest Candidate Brother.

Almost ten minutes passed, Deva had yet to appear. The god eventually moved behind the wheel. Want to have the heart, but it feels strange, sitting still while a woman is driving a car. He'll be looking for other ways to get Deva to work all weekend.

The god pretended to be busying himself, as soon as he saw from a distance Deva dragging the suitcase with already changed clothes. Jeans, and a white body press shirt paired with an outer pattern of blue batik borneo, really very suitable in the body of Deva.

"Cakep anyway .. try to be friendly like Sashi, do not hesitate this hand touched. If it's like a female tiger. Boro-boro held her shoulders, talking a little directly pounced, "inner God, while descending to open the trunk for Deva.

"I just don't change clothes, why change clothes try?" god Protest.

"Each one's choice, sir. You can also change clothes first. In the airport bathroom, or in the gas station bathroom." Deva answered casually.

The two then continued their journey to the airport. The god drove his car at high speed, several times even accidentally stepping on the brakes suddenly. Trying to provoke Deva's voice that was not heard earlier. The woman's lips docked perfectly, with two nimble thumbs moving over the phone's keyboard. Deva is replying to a message with Ali who happens to be looking at Amar's condition.

"Auw.., " cried God, suddenly.

"Why, Sir? Did you hit something?" Deva instantly distracted himself from the Gods. The man seemed uncomfortable with his seat.

"Dev, I think there are ants on my back," lamented God, his body continued to wiggle like a person who was indeed being hit by an incredible itch. His eyes were still focused on the streets.

Deva widened her eyeballs. Confused at once astonished. "Certainly? Want to flap, sir?"

"Jeez, Deva. Yes help get out. You don't see if I'm driving. You're pinter, but slow. Insensitive. A lack of soul helped him," snorted the God as he swiped his back against the backrest of the upholstery he was sitting on.

"I mean father? What about ants on my back? With pleasure sir, but Mr. Majuan little, do not back up."

The gods smile in their hearts. Didn't expect Deva to easily get into his trap. But unexpectedly, instead of rubbing or stroking the back of God casually. Deva patted the part hard.

"Dev.. enough Dev! Not only did the ants fall out, my heart could also fall out this way."

The gods are back. It seems like the general modes, will not be successfully used to make Deva realize who he is.

Not long ago, Dewa and Deva had already arrived at the airport. Dewa parked his vehicle in a place that he thought was safe to stay there while he was in Bali.

With each suitcase, Deva and Dewa walked casually towards the domestic departure gate. The two steps parallel. When heading to the check-in place, Dewa only realized, if the ticket and Deva ticket are different classes.

"Can't this be?" God still sees an electronic ticket on the phone screen with a very upset face.

"It's like this, sir. That is already the standard of operation of our company, for the level of Ceo and above, every trip always uses first class, director level of each division-get business class facilities, while the other level is of course the economy class," Deva explained casually.

The god swore an upset in the heart. It is no longer possible to exchange his tiket, or Deva's ticket. By force, the God accepted the condition.

Deva immediately queued at the economic check-in counter, while Dewa, of course, checked in via his mobile phone. The man chose to sit not far from where Deva was standing.

"God..," called a woman as she waved at the person she called.