Residual Flavour
Funeral

After the funeral prayer is done. Amar's body was immediately taken to the cemetery using an ambulance. Dave accompanied Deva in the vehicle. There was no black shirt or veil attached to Deva's body. Never mind changing clothes, just combing the hair that has been tangled and fussy, Deva is so reluctant.

By the time of Maghrib, Amar's body had been buried. Dira, Agas, and Fira were already there. After all, papa and mama Dave, have also been very close to Deva. In addition, Agas is actually Amar's friend since the past. Almost every two weeks, the man also visited the Amar detention house. It's just that, ever since she received the matchmaking offered by Rudi-Papa from Dira, Agas became disinclined to meet Amar. Nevertheless, his promise to always keep Deva, he will still run.

Now, the mound of earth had sealed Amar's body perfectly. Sprinkles and rose water, alternately given by Deva, Dave, Fira, Ali, wife, and children Ali. While Dira was flinching behind, just staring at the togetherness of the people who according to Dira, should no longer need to be so close and attentive to Deva.

"Dev, go home, yuk! We doain at home. Deva went home to Papa with Mama. I want maghrib, baby." Fira likens the position to Deva and Dave. Standing with her knees beside Amar's navel.

Deva did not give a response. His eyes focused on the tombstone that read Amar Prasodjo. With an unceasing hand rubbed the black ceramic with such a weak movement.

Since the ambulance, Deva showed no hysterical reaction at all. His lips spoke more istighfar with a wiry. There was not much movement he did other than hug the coffin containing Amar's corpse.

"Bee, go home yuk! God willing, papa must be calm. Father of good men, Allah will surely exchange all tyranny with a nobler place at His side." Dave grabbed Deva by the shoulder, looking at the woman with love.

Dira bit her own lower lip. A little started questioning his position there. All seems to forget, there is a feeling that now must also be maintained.

"Dev, I go home first, yeah. Rise, Ndhuk. Many times, it has to be forced. Gusti Allah is preparing an extraordinary plan for you. Prejudiced, apathetic or slow, God will show you how many people love your father. Come to the detention house if you don't believe me, they're all grieving. Mr. Amar is very kind, and cares for everyone. There is no pendaziah, it does not mean there is no dear to your father, they may not have heard the news of your father's death. I'm sure it is." Ali's voice was firm and authoritative, making Deva raise her face to look at the man. Ali seemed to understand with Deva's mind.

Deva smiled, then stood up slowly and said softly. "Thank you Ali... Mom, Mas Adam, Mas Andi. Thank you for your kindness all this time. Hopefully one day, I can repay your kindness," said Deva as she stared one by one at the Ali family called his name.

"We don't need anything in return, Deva. Your living arrangements. The trials of your life are hard, but rest assured, God does not give difficulties without including ease. Your degrees will be raised, Ndhuk. Don't stop forcing yourself to be sincere. You need time, but time can never wait for you. When you are silent, time goes on" Widya-wife of Ali said.

Deva hugged the middle-aged woman. Every time I meet Widya, that's what Deva does. Softness and sincerity, able to dampen Deva's longing for the figure of the mother.

Finally, together they left the burial area. A few steps running, Deva stopped her steps, and immediately looked back, as if someone was calling out to her.

"Mama.... " Deva turned around, and immediately released Fira's hand that was holding her. He ran and immediately hugged his mother's grave which was covered in black ceramics. The distance is only a step from the mound of land that closed the Amar's jazad perfectly.

"Mama... Deva kangen mom. Mama came dong to Deva's dream. Only once. Deva's tired, ma. Sultrish.... " Dva is back.

"You go home first, let Dave be with Deva" Dave said.

Without answering Dira, Dave hurriedly walked up to Deva. Not yet close, the body of the woman he loved so much seemed to droop and unconscious.

Dave immediately lifted the body, and took it quickly to the car park. The new Fira and Agas will run their car immediately delaying their journey. They got back out of the car with a look of anxiety.

"Bring it home, Dave," said Agas.

"Get it in my car, Dav, I'll drive it. If you get in a car with papa, it'll be crowded." Dira opened the back door of his car. Help Dave put Deva to sleep there.

Dira hopes that Dave will take control of his car. But apparently Dave prefers to be close on Deva's side. The man circled around Dira's front car, then opened the back door of the other side, went inside there, and moved Deva's head into his lap.

"Let Papa drive, Dir. You accompany Mama." Agas gave the best choice to his future son-in-law.

"It's not necessary, Pa. Let me just." Dira hurriedly got into his car. Of course he didn't want to let Dave and Deva go unattended.

Dira's car slowly left the tomb area, followed behind by a car carrying Fira and Agas. Along the way, Dira did not stop holding his patience. Glancing from the rearview mirror of his car, Dave's effort to wake Deva really makes it crowded. Wanting to get angry, it feels free. Dave always said, all is normal because the bond they have is a forced bond. Just looking after Dira, definitely not a priority.

"Bee, wake up baby. Come on. You're stronger than this. Don't drive me crazy for continuing like this." Dave patted Deva's cheek a little hard.

Slowly, Deva's eyes opened. The woman immediately tried to get away from Dave. "I'm okay. I'm healthy. I'm fine." Deva bit her fingernails like a scared snot boy who was being scolded.

"Bee. You're okay, now we go home. We'll be there soon" Dave said carefully.

Deva leaned her head against the window of the car door. His gaze was staring outwards. His mouth continued to utter all the writings that were on the banners or banners of the shops he passed by. I don't know what Deva's thinking right now. Experiments repeatedly, in fact managed to make Deva's soul really shaken. For a moment he looked fine, then a moment later suddenly acted beyond reasonableness.

"My law is God, not Deva. I am willing to live forever without love. Origin Deva's fine," inner Dave.

In different places and times, Gods seemed to lose their spirit. His mind became unfocused. The shadow would be Deva's empty gaze, and his gloomy face, as if dancing in plain sight.

"I'll see you soon, Dev. But please don't fill my brain with your shadow like this. Don't make me crazy, Dev. Never ever!" The god continued to speak for himself, while staring at the shadow of his handsome face in front of the glass.