Residual Flavour
The shaken soul

"I love Deva for no reason. Until now, my logic still cannot explain why Deva should be my choice. I often meet women who are prettier, smarter, and more attractive than Deva. But I never wanted to turn away from him. The Deva that was then and now, in my eyes was still the same. I always felt she was an amazing woman. Every woman can be beautiful and smart. But not all women can be as good as him in dealing with difficulties. He's the best. I'm not sure I'll ever see a woman like that again in my life."

Dave's answer, making Dira regretted asking about it earlier. All of Dave's words, slightly discouraged him from trying to shift Deva's position.

"Can't Dave fall in love with me without me having to explain who I am and why I want to marry him so much?" inner Dira.

Not long after, the long-awaited time finally arrived. Dave immediately approached Deva and invited the woman into the plane they were about to board.

Dira who incidentally is Dave's fiancee, instead walks behind two people who still have feelings of love that have not diminished in the slightest. Tortured? It uncomfortable? Sure oes. But again, this was Dira's choice. Dave is the only man he dreams of. Getting Dave is a must, not an option.

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After a long journey that felt so long. Eventually, Deva, Dave and Dira, set foot back in the Capital. As previously agreed, Dira went straight home first. He wanted to pick up his clothes and belongings during his stay at Deva's house.

Meanwhile, Deva and Dave head straight to the hospital where Amar's body is. From there, Amar will be buried next to his wife's grave. Everything was taken care of by Ali at Dave's request. Deva's psychic condition is up and down, making the woman can not think about the details of the funeral well.

"Dev, you're strong. Don't shed a tear in front of papa's body. Can, right?" Approaching the hospital area, Dave makes sure that Deva can control her emotions for a while.

"could. I know papa doesn't like it when I'm a crybaby" Deva promised.

Setting foot in the hospital lobby, Deva clasped Dave's hand so tightly. The sweat on Deva's palm, confirmed how agitated the woman was. Deva's steps were slow. Even tend to be gontai.

"Take me, O God. Enough tears to get here." Deva closed her eyes for a moment. Pray in your heart with fullness.

Upon realizing Deva and Dave's arrival, Ali welcomes the two men she suspects are still in a special relationship with a warm handshake.

"Sir Ali.... " Deva immediately hugged the man who had done a lot of good for his family.

"Thank you for helping us so much. Forgive papa's mistake, sir. I don't know what kind of kindness Mr. Ali should repay." Deva's tears are back. Apparently, he couldn't hold it.

"Father just did the job of Father, Dev. You are patient. Keep a good outlook on God's decisions. You know it's heavy. Even if you can't be sincere now, it's natural. Who is the one who can be sincere in your position now? But don't fight destiny. Just walk, Sad---crying-pull your emotions. Feel heavy-release your load for a moment."

Deva stretched out her embrace, then wiped away the clear circle that just kept flowing. He looks around. So lonely, no relatives or relatives came to cry over the death that was happening. As far as the eye could see, only six police officers in full service uniforms were there.

"Yes Allah... May I question your justice? My father is innocent. Is there not enough time in custody? Is this my papa? Where are the people who used to be so close to papa? Where did the once proud papa family claim to be brothers?" Deva squeezed the top dress she was wearing right on the chest.

Dave turned his face away. Feel the same tightness. But it doesn't feel right if she cries with Deva.

"Are you ready to meet your dad? Do not take long, pity the body of your father if not immediately buried," said Ali.

Deva continued to catch her breath. Trying to strengthen your heart as well as possible. Slowly his feet stepped towards the room with the door heavily guarded by four police officers.

A step before you go in there. Deva took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. His shoulders are now in the embrace of Dave who keeps watch and is loyal at his side.

Deva's body instantly trembled, the strength he had accumulated turned out to be in vain. Seeing Amar's body lying stiff wrapped in a shroud with a face that had turned blue, making Deva almost scream and collapse.

"That'sghfar, Bee... Istighfar... God loves papa. God takes care of the people who have cursed him. Alalh has healed papa."

Deva ran to embrace Amar's body. The shroud was deliberately not worn perfectly, of course, so that Deva could still see the face of the father for the last time.

"If Deva says Deva is not sincere, will papa be angry with Deva? Doesn't papa promise to be healed? Why did you choose a way to heal like this?" Deva shook Amar's body emotionally.

Dave immediately stopped what Deva was doing by hugging his beloved ex from behind.

"Enough, Bee. Istighfar.if you can't control yourself, we'll just get out. We buried papa immediately. Don't let, your tears fall on top of papa's shroud. Poor papa, Bee. Crying all over my shoulder." Dave twisted Deva's body to make the woman face each other.

"Don't leave me, Bang. I beg!" Deva hugged Dave so possessively. Either he forgets, or deliberately doesn't care - the man, doesn't belong to him anymore.

"No way, Bee. I will always be there for you. Let's take care of papa first, yeah. You definitely can. Remember the words of Mr. Ali, restore papa's good name. We'll do it together." Dave kissed Deva's forehead gently, then pulled Deva over a little. Because Ali brought two others to help perfect the shroud of Amar.

"You want to get out, or stay here?" ask Dave patiently.

"I want to be here" Deva broke up. The woman stepped forward, strengthened herself and strengthened her heart to help others take care of her father.

"Pa.. if you have met your mother, do not forget to invite Deva all of you, yes. Look at papa's trunk, quiet isn't it? People say, the goodness of a person during his life, can be seen from how many people feel lost on the day of his death. But look now, pa, look! Just how much do you care about papa? Not because you're not good, are you?"

Seeing Deva back emotionally, Dave hurried to pull back the poor woman's body. Clearly, Deva's soul was being deeply shaken. The emotion shown, is completely labile.

"Yes Allah... Should you test Deva this weight? How special is he in front of you?" Dave wondered in his heart.