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Departing to the ballroom where the gala dinner was held, God tried to act as calm as possible. In fact, in his heart, the man was really unable to calm down. Deborah's words continued to ring. What was in the shadow of the Gods at this time was the figure of Deva who was alone lamenting loneliness and sadness.

The gods have tried to contact Dira. Either by phone or by sending a short message. But there was not a single reply the gods received. Some branch heads came to greet him and approached him to just familiarize themselves. Although he still welcomed kindly, who knew the heart of God was being ravaged by turmoil.

Of almost all the branch heads present, the Sparks were among the most aggressively approaching the Gods. The man tried to keep up with the talk of the Gods.

"God, tonight's event, is only until ten o'clock. How about we have a little fun at the club? There was a club that was just opened. Denger-denger is one stop entertainment, sir. Local or export, all there is," bargain Ngakan with the rest.

Ngakan dare to say this because according to the rumors circulating, the gods are very fond of clubbing and women. I don't know who spread the issue. The god does visit nightclubs often, but not more often than his visit to a live music cafe. That can be said almost every night. Problems with liking women? Yep... The gods are happy to flirt. But he does not want to be tied up, which is why he only gives physical contact limited to embrace and cheek kissing. More than that, he was afraid of being bound and addicted.

"How is. Sir? Want to join us?" tawang Ngakan's. Reiterated once again whether the CEO would accept his offer or not.

The gods thought for a moment. Weighing on a pretty tempting offer. But whispers from the good side of his mind, reminding him to do something more appropriate than just riot. After all, he and Ngakan, as well as the other branch heads, had just gotten to know each other. The god must keep his authority in front of all his subordinates.

"Sorry, I can't join you. After the event was over, I wanted to chase the last flight back to Jakarta." a magical answer came out of the mouth of the Gods just like that. Even he himself did not expect, the brilliant idea flashed without warning.

Yes, returning to Jakarta as soon as possible, is the right choice. No one else is looking after Deva but Dave. That means, it's the same as stacking wounds. Bittersweet indeed, but it should be - Deva and Dave should no longer be interdependent.

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After finishing the congregational maghrib prayer, all the residents in Dave's house, read Yasin and Tahlil together. They are compact and sincere, focusing the prayer this time for Amar. Deva herself chose to be in the midst of them. Force yourself to be more able to organize the heart. Interact with others, making him a little avoid daydreaming.

Dira shifted her seat to get closer to Deva, then she whispered right in the earlobe of the woman who became her toughest rival. "Dev, I'm sorry, yeah. I hope you slowly get up. Rely on yourself to live life. Not that I'm evil, but this family, not yours anymore."

Deva turned his head quickly at Dira's figure. As if deliberately realized by his position now. He wanted to catch Dira's words. But, my dear, his lips were still reluctant to speak.

"I'm not bad, Dev. Being here, will only give you deeper wounds. In fact, you are already an ex. Dave and this family, there's no more bonding with you. My words sound evil, but that's the truth. Do not get, one dry-scarf - but new wounds appear instead," added Dira.

Deva listened to all Dira's words, digesting slowly because his mind was still in fact wrinkled.

"I'm who here? I'm a nobody, I have to go home." Deva's mind, rowdy itself in the heart.

Dira ignores the reaction Deva gives to the words he says. Let him look cruel. The truth is bitter. But what he does, he thinks is the best. In addition to protecting her rights, Dira also does not want Deva to feel deeper pain with the pseudo-cribe of Dave and his mother's father. In the end, Deva would be knocked out of their lives. If left unchecked, when the time comes, Dira fears Deva will be further destroyed.

Fira, who was sitting in the third row of a special row of women, noticed a flaw when Deva left the place. The woman immediately chased Deva. The condition of his son's ex-lover, really makes Fira anxious.

Arriving at the doorway of Mushola, Deva stood up and took off her face. He folded the cloth with the origin, then ran towards the room he was in on the second floor. Fira continued to chase Deva as well still wearing her face.

Deva takes a suitcase from Bali that she still hasn't unloaded at all. Because the shirt he's wearing now, was Fira's robe a few years ago. Deva dragged her suitcase out of the room.

"Dev, where are you going, son?" Fira blocks Deva's wrist. His breath was breathless as he stepped quickly for the sake of chasing after Deva.

"Thank you for the kindness of Mom and Dad. Deva just wanna go home, ma." Deva tried to force herself to keep smiling at the end of the sentence.

"You stay here first for a few days, Dev. At least seven days, we'll do your papa study. Mama please! Don't make Mama and Dad more sinful. At least, let us fulfill our promise to Amar. Please, Dev!" Fira was getting firmer holding Deva's hand, her gaze was completely groggy.

"Deva must be self-conscious, Ma. Who's Deva in this house now? Deva is nobody. Even if you try to accompany and comfort Deva, in the end, Deva will remain alone" said Deva.

Fira shook her head gently, "Don't Dev, mama always thinks you're mama's son. How can a mother let her child through her own grief."

"It can be, even a mother who claims to be a mother can hurt her child for his own sake. Sacrificing a child's feelings is not difficult. Not all mothers really care about their children. Sorry, Ma... Deva's home. Again, thanks for everything. Please say sorry and thank you to Papa, Bang Dave, and Dira." Deva lowered Fira's hand which was already slack because she heard Deva's slow but very clear speech in the ear.

Fira lets Deva walk away from him. He then stepped foot to his home phone, calling the internal line to the main gate guard area of his house. He orders one of the drivers to drop off and make sure Deva gets to the poor woman's house safely.

The school show was finally over. Dave only realized, if he did not see Deva again. With a thousand steps she headed for the room of the woman who had managed to become the queen in her heart. Guess, Deva's already in there. Dave ignored Dira who had been watching his movements.

"Deva's home, Dav." Fira told her son in a soft voice.

"Going home? Alone?" Highlight sharply from Dave's eyes, immediately plunge towards Fira.