Residual Flavour
Ex-four years old

"Deborah," murmured God.

The woman was getting closer, while the God chose to budge. Although his lips were tilting with a smile, there was no intention to give more hospitality to the figure who the last two years had never again exchanged news with him.

"How are you, Wa?" Deborah reached out and lowered her arms to give kisses on the left and right cheeks as they usually say hello.

"I'm good. You?" The god answered briefly and impressed stale.

"Praise God, as you can see. Going to Bali too?" Deborah asked at once a guess.

The god raised both eyebrows to answer. The tail of his eyes glanced at Deva who had arrived his turn faced off against the check-in attendant.

Without asking God for his approval, Deborah sat herself down on the empty bench next to the man.

"Dinas, Wa? Or vacation?" Deborah asked again, her body slightly tilted in order to stare fixedly at the man who had filled her days for four years.

"Dinas is a holiday." The gods answered as necessary. When Deva saw that she was done, the man immediately stood up.

"Only?" debora asked, starting to get a little wrong. Meeting the Gods, making the flash of the past appear without cue. Two years went by, not making those memories just crumble.

"My personal assistant." The god pointed towards Deva who was walking down his head while staring at the phone screen. The woman's lips seemed to carve a smile, so happy to see the photo that Ali sent her. Amar waved his hand with a smile so loose.

"Papa is better. Healthy, Pa. Temani Deva struggles to get Deva's dream, to give back what we have, one by one," he said in his heart.

"The Deva.... " Deborah mentioned Deva's name clearly. Making the gods immediately turn towards the ex-lover.

"You know him?" god Search.

Not yet able to answer, Deva was already among them. "Sir Deborah ...," he said kindly.

"Hey, Dev. It's a coincidence." Deborah gives Deva a warm hug and a left right cheek kiss.

"You're God's assistant apparently? How's it? A year? If I were to stay at home. Believe me, though somewhat slippery, he's very considerate. Everyone who cooperates with him, must be considered family. At home is just as selfish," Deborah's cerocos glanced at the flat-looking God upon hearing his words.

Deva simply responded with a slightly forced smile. Suddenly something crossed his mind. Now he began to connect with Debora, God and the buying and selling event yesterday.

"God! Don't you think the one who buys my things is Lord God. And Deborah is only in name. Why try? It feels strange that people mouth lemes that suddenly good. It's suspicious." Deva spoke to herself in heart. Unknowingly his eyes looked at the God.

"What look-look? A handsome? From the embryo. Ah, let's go to the lounge!" take the Lord, and he turns to Deborah and says, "First, Deb." The hand of the God reflex embraces Deva's shoulder, of course immediately pushed aside by the woman.

"Don't make my pride fall, Dev. Just sec. Five meters ahead" whispered the Lord with a smile at Deborah who looked at herself and Deva in wonder.

"Yes first, Brother Deb." Deva immediately sauntered freely ahead of the God who was dumbstruck for guiding two suitcases.

"Review you, Dev. Wait for my vengeance," said the Lord.

Debora simply observes the interaction between God and Deva while continuing to organize the heart. Depressing the hope that suddenly reappeared without warning.

"No! My story and the gods are done. Looks like they fit. Deva deserves to be happy. And the male Gods are right for him, hopefully they are a match. Me," Deborah. Slowly move your feet in the same direction. Yes, he will also go to Bali to meet with clients who use his wedding organizer services.

Deva immediately took a seat near the glass that could make her eyes freely look outwards. The woman, obviously, was holding back a triumphant smile. Seeing what the Deity-God presented with annoyance, the lips of a monstrous, combined with the grunt movement of two suitcases, could really give little entertainment to Deva.

"No courtesy! Where there is a superior carrying a subordinate suitcase," the God snorted, while pushing Deva's suitcase violently towards the owner.

"I'm saving my pride. Embracing a woman is not good. If the woman does not like it, it can be considered harassment. Better as before. You look so gentle." Deva gives a little praise, whether fake or honest.

The gods are upset. Then he threw his ass on the couch next to Deva's. The flight is still forty minutes away. Deborah appeared among them. Ask yourself to join. Deva happily allowed. The god himself only reacted with a faint smile. Deborah sat on the sofa in front of Deva.

"Was... Jason how are you?" ask Deborah. Reminds Deva of the little boy who hugged himself in the park a while ago.

"good. Jason started school. You just come to the house if you want to meet Jason and mommy." replied the God, so relaxed.

Deva is increasingly convinced, his boss is Don Juan, has a wife, still likes to spread the charm on the outside. Now he was looking for a gap to fill his curiosity.

"So Brother Debora knows my contact from Mr. God, huh?"

The accusatory question from Deva, suddenly made Deborah and God look at each other. Deborah looked nervous, and the God was confused because he did not know anything.

"Ehmmm. Forgetit. I'll go to the toilet first, yeah." Deborah hurried to her feet, grabbing the bag that had been placed on the empty sofa next to her. The woman stepped wide feet towards the place she called earlier.

"How do you know Deborah?" The gods began to be re-possessed into the soul of the lambe gibah.

"Well... Isn't it the Father who gave my contact to him? Deborah's sister who bought my car and other things." Deva is not flippant, he deliberately immediately said it so that God does not have a pause to give up.

"Huh, Me? Not Dev, I just met him again today. You keep saying he bought your stuff? How can? Make what?" The god asked back.

Deity and Deva fell silent, the thoughts of the two this time were as clear as one thing. There's something Debora's been hiding. Deva tried to look into the eyes of the God deeply. Looking for a lie signal there. However, not found.

"Deborah, I was in a close relationship once. Four years together. Long, right? Simply make a loan adjuvant motorbike or car until paid off. But at least I don't take care of people's soul mates, because until now, it seemed like she wasn't married." The gods suddenly told me without being asked.

The words of God instantly made Deva's throat suddenly dry and itchy. The woman reflexively let out a coughing sound that could not be held.