Residual Flavour
Not talent

The god immediately stood up, buying a bottle of mineral water for Deva who was still trying to temper her cough. After doing well, the woman adjusts her breath to be calm.

"It's only been four years, how have I been seven years" Deva said in her heart.

"Now, drink. You must be a quality. You're not fucking me, are you? Old date, break up anyway. Just so you know, it wasn't Deborah who killed me, nor was it the other way around," the god said as he gave the bottle of mineral water a responsibility.

"Father can't think positively a little bit like me. Why always accuse me of the no-no? My throat was really bad" said Deva, receiving a bottle from the Gods, opening the lid, then sipping it down the toilet.

Along with that, Deborah appeared again. The three get back into a pretty good conversation. Realizing Debora's insecurities about her buying and selling transaction with Deva, they also compactly avoid the chat around it.

Deva tried to think positively, although there was no doubt a big question mark on his mind. Again, he again reminded himself not to add to the burden of the mind. While God, inwardly still determined to find out the reason Debora could buy all of Deva's goods. Without a clear goal, of course, his ex-lover will not spend money just like that. Deborah is among the women who are careful in taking care of expenses.

The voice of the call for passengers with a clear Jakarta-Bali destination was heard. Stopping Deva, Dewa and Debora's chatter. All three are compact down the passenger departure path. Despite being in the same plane, the three occupied different benches. God is of course in the most comfortable position in the first class. While Deva and Debora are both in the economy class but with passenger seat numbers that are quite far apart.

The journey for approximately one hour and fifty minutes, went smoothly without the slightest hitch. Deva can even fall asleep during that time span. They arrived at Ngurai Rai-Bali Airport as scheduled.

From the airport, Dewa and Deva will continue their journey to the hotel where they stay and hold several events. The two were picked up directly by the head of the Diamond Corp branch of the Island of Gods. Since getting out of the plane, neither Deva nor Dewa, have met Deborah again.

"Welcome, Lord. Introduce me Ngakan." The man whose age was not much different from the Gods reached out and introduced himself kindly.

As usual, the God welcomed the helping hand with his cool and authoritative style in the eyes of others, but not in the eyes of Deva. After shaking God's hand, Ngakan did the same to Deva. Just like the Gods, Ngakan also recently joined Diamond Corp and immediately served as the head of the branch. The three men then entered a black Lexus car driven by a driver.

Along the way, Deva was more silent. He only listened and listened to Ngakan who explained some of the things asked by the Gods. Something new is known by Deva. God's attitude towards others, far different when compared to the attitude of Gods when facing him. The way the boss talked and looked at Ngakan was so authoritative and looked appreciative even though the cold impression remained.

Taking a trip not far away, only spending thirty minutes, they arrived at the intended hotel. Deva immediately took the keys to her room to the receptionist, while Dewa already held the keys to the room because everything was taken care of by Ngakan. The two men waited for Deva's check-in by sitting not far from the reception desk. When finished, Deva immediately approached the Gods and Ngakan.

"Okay, thanks for picking us up. I'll see you at dinner tonight" God said. Deva also said the same thing to Ngakan.

Deva and Dewa leave the person who picked him up, then compactly see the number on their respective key card. Make sure they will not be wrong to enter the door of the Deluxe Ocean View Room type room that is given to them. Hotel room type with balcony directly overlooking the Indian ocean and a very beautiful botanical garden.

Entering each room that is not far away. Both compact directly throw the body on a soft mattress with white cloth. Deva tries to send a message to Ali, just asking about her papa's condition. While waiting for an answer, Deva opened the balcony door, as far as the eye could see, the stretch of white sand and blue sea was clearly displayed to spoil his sense of sight.

"Deva misses your same vacation, Pa... Ma...," said Deva. Her memory goes back to her childhood where she often vacationed in places like this with her father and mamamya.

Slowly the woman sat on a white, painted rattan swing. His vision glared far away not focusing on a single point. "Oh my God, I'm ashamed to complain. But if I don't complain to You, who else do I complain to? It's not that I'm not sincere. I may not be used to it. Strengthen me. Give me a big heart. Don't give me trials that exceed my abilities." Deva closed her eyes, feeling a gust of wind caressing her cheeks so shahduly.

The god who was also already on the balcony, accidentally dropped a glance at the figure of Deva. From where he stood, he could see the personal assistant clearly.

The man pulled the phone out of his pants pocket, then deliberately took a picture of Deva with the flat object. Keeping his words to the Abang Calon Imam, Dewa uploaded the photo to his social media page. Without him knowing, from the upload, someone who was also on the same island, but in a different hotel, immediately became very excited.

Deva is getting better in her sleep. The sweep of the wind made it look like it was being deformed. The god looked at the woman for a long time, but the sound of a mobile phone ringing, forcing the man to immediately go back into the room for fear of waking up or getting caught by Deva.

The god immediately attached the flat object to his earlobe. The sound of greeting, followed by a series of long words, instantly rang out clearly in the ears of the Gods.

"Official event is still tomorrow. Yes gpp, bring your fiancee. It will be a relaxing dinner. You can be at another table, can't I be samperin.Oke?" The god said it casually. After hearing a reply from someone who contacted him, he immediately ended the conversation.

Time passed quickly, and dinner arrived. Deva was also preparing, she was staring at her own reflection in front of the mirror. Long dress sabrina pure white bone foot, with simple and elegant details, further affirm the natural beauty of Deva. There were no makeup strokes on her face, just natural red streaks on the lips.

Afraid of being late, Deva rushed to grab a floral handbag but still with a dominant touch of white. In front of the door, he passed by a God who was also just about to depart.

"Beautiful," muttered the God involuntarily.

Deva could actually still hear the words of the Gods. But not used to thirst for praise, Deva just ignored it.

Feeling unregarded, the God continued to walk. He did not want to make Deva big head because he could walk together with him. That can't happen. Deva gives a five-minute pause so that he is not seen coming along with his haughty boss.

To get to the edge of the beach where dinner, they had to ride a hanging elevator that only had a capacity of five people. Two people who had insisted on keeping their distance were unwilling, finally God and Deva were in the same elevator.

Being in a position facing each other with the Gods, making Deva's eyes unable to avoid the scene before her eyes. Heart's pounding. His adult thoughts began to go everywhere. He looked at the three others, seemingly as unperturbed as he was.

The hanging elevator stopped at a distance of fiber meter before the dinner location. The god stepped first out of the elevator, Deva hurriedly chased after him.

"God Brother!" yelled Deva while accelerating her pace.

The god slowed his footsteps, but pretended not to hear. Until the second call from Deva sounded loud through his eardrums. Some of the people around them looked towards them.

"Finally he needs me too" muttered the Deity confidently as he halted his steps.

"Sir, I just want to talk. It matters!" Deva accidentally holds the arm of the God.

The man was really made to float. Tonight, his charm had already begun to be able to attract the attention of the haughty girl behind him. The god turned his body to face Deva.

"The zipper pack of his pants has not been swiped. Some are non-trivial, but they don't seem to be talent." Deva whispered casually, then she immediately walked quickly leaving the God who looked very surprised with her words. Fortunately, the lighting of the night lights is quite dim, red on the cheeks of God because of shame, not visible.