Residual Flavour
The taste among the sorrow

Until thirty minutes passed, Deva had not yet opened her eyes. His position is still the same. Blow on the bed with closed eyes that watered tears without sobbing.

Dave got closer to it. Stand with his knees by the bed. His outstretched hand rubbed Deva's cheek gently.

"Bee. We pray ashar first, yuk!" Dave put his lips closer to Deva's earlobe.

The god turned his face to the other side. What was seen in front of him really made the Gods uncomfortable. Dave, who came to Bali to do pre-wedding photos with his cousin, continues to show deep attention and love to other women. Even Dave did not cover up his feelings in front of Dira. Fiancee and prospective wife who should be more guarded feelings.

"Bee... " David is trying to get Deva to open her eyes. He knew his beloved woman was not really sleeping.

Deva blinked her eyes, and a moment later immediately inched to a seat as soon as she realized Dave and God were in her room. The woman then lowered her face as deeply as possible. Until his chin touched his own chest.

"We pray first, yuk! The gods have reserved tickets for our return. Bee.. Look at me, please." Dave slowly stood up. Then he sat on the edge of the bed. He braved the hair that covered Deva's face.

The god stood up like a misstep person. Exit the room, of course it will not be done. He doesn't want to give Dave more freedom to hurt Dira with his blatant betrayal. But standing quietly between Dave and Deva really makes him feel like a real fool. The god could not even do anything to show a hint of his care.

Deva slowly turned her face. Look back at Dave and the Gods one by one. The woman pinched her own arm tightly. Of course Deva grimaced in pain because of it. Yes, it all turned out to be real. Not just a dream as expected.

"Bang Dave's... Mr. God. Sorry to trouble you. Sorry, I shouldn't have done this." Deva hurriedly got off the bed. Looking for her cell phone. After finding the flat object, Deva tried to contact Ali. Unfortunately, the number you are calling is on another call.

"Kok Pak Ali can't be contacted?" Deva looks upset, while trying to contact the kind-hearted figure in the lives of Deva and Amar.

Dave and God exchanged glances. Deva's change in attitude was so dramatic, making their worries even greater. Especially Dave. Lacing and problems that come to rest in Deva's life, do not rule out the possibility of having an impact on the psychiatric condition of his favorite woman.

Deva who had chosen silence and denied the bitter reality, was now suddenly aggressive. The woman had already begun to act with her deft movements as usual. It was even more affirming, how shaken psychic Deva this time.

"Bee... Pray Ashar first, yuk!" Dave was really very careful when saying it. With hope, prayer can give peace to Deva.

"Sholate? Yes, I was wudhlu first. I often do not pray in time, it must be one of the reasons why God never granted my prayers." Deva said it with body language like a child who failed to get the reward for not getting the ranking.

Deva then approached the god. "Sir, forgive me, huh? I may have fought my father often. There must be words I offended you, I'm sorry, yes. God has rebuked me directly. So please, you don't hold any more grudges against me." Deva extended her hand to the superior.

The man swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. If always resisting and being tough is the real Deva, God will prefer to accept that attitude rather than having to see Deva like this.

Dave pulls Deva's hand in half force. Then hugged the woman tightly. "Be reasonable, Bee. Don't cover your own feelings. What's in your heart, let it go. Cry until your tears are dry, spend your sorrows now. Get angry if you want to get angry. Don't torture yourself." Dave's tears are unstoppable. Seeing Deva as he was now, made his defense collapse even more. He who is already helpless because he has to lose love, is now more vulnerable to seeing the figure he loves so suffering.

The god begins to question his position and purpose as to why he should survive in Deva's room. If he intended to protect Dira from an open betrayal of Dave, he should have limited Dave's movements which could be said to have been excessive. But in fact, there is a side in him that says to ignore all. Looking at Deva now, awakened something in her heart that she had never felt before.

"Take Dira off if you can't love her. Don't hurt my sister this way. If you do care and love Deva, don't make her look cheap in the eyes of others. Establishing relationships with people's future husbands, giving a bad impression on him," the God rebuked. He could no longer resist the feeling raging in his chest.

"You want to know who's cheaper? Of course, I... I sold my parents because papa Dira had enough money and power to free my papa from all the demands of the case that ensnared him. Am I cheap, mother? Because I can be bought." Dave stopped his words, glancing at the bathroom door that was still tightly closed.

"But seven years, we won't easily forget it. Not because of the length of time we spent together, but because of so many things we've experienced" Dave added.

God choked to hear Dave's words. "Seven years," he murmured.

Four years alone, God has been very sorry, because it has spent time dating in vain. Where he fills more time together like a young couple in general. Watch a movie theater on the back bench, dinner at a romantic restaurant, and visit each other's homes. Everything is going so normally.

The chatter stopped there because Deva had already appeared with her hair and a fairly wet top. The woman immediately put on her face. While Dave and the Gods took turns first to take ablution water.

For the first time, the god became a priest praying for women other than his mother and cousins. They pray very fervently. Deva, who was still in a state of pretending to be fine, made the two men who were with her even more agitated.

Deva's smile, which may look dazzling in the eyes of others, is in fact just camouflage to hide the heartbreak of actual loss.

A few moments after the prayer, Dave and Deva finally leave for the airport. Along the way there, Deva again fell silent like a statue.

The god, who was just dropping off at the lobby, rushed back to his room. Too rushed, making him bump into a woman.

"God.., "greet the woman who is none other than Deborah.

"Hey.... " The god answered briefly.

"on your own? Where is Deva?" Deborah looked for the whereabouts of the female figure who was named earlier.

"Deva just returned to Jakarta. Her father died."

The phone in Deborah's hand dropped. He was surprised by the news he had just heard.

"It's complete with your suffering, Dev. With what will we make amends?" lirih Debora's. It was clearly heard in the ears of the gods.

"What mistakes did you make with Deva, Deb?" The god asked with an intimidating look.