Residual Flavour
Friends of Amar

Fira nodded weakly. "Mama has asked the driver to deliver and ensure Deva's safety. Maybe he wants to be alone."

"Ma... Deva's condition is unstable. How could Mama be this calm. How about Deva endanger herself?" Dave shows concern that makes Dira really uncomfortable.

"Mama knows who and how Deva is. Mama's sure Deva won't be that close. After all, himself made Deva not shy about expressing her feelings. He would cry or scream even once, no need to hold back from being confused with the existence of others."

"Ma. this time Deva's condition is different. As powerful as he is right now, Deva will not be able to go through on her own. Someone who has said the word tired in his life, does not rule out the possibility he can do reckless," Dave argued.

"Already, Dave. We appreciate Deva's decision. If you go there, he's not necessarily comfortable." Fira tries to prevent Dave's intentions from following Deva.

Deva's ex-lover ignored her mother's words. Dave rushed to the room, removing the sheath he was wearing. Leave the home shorts that he had used as a catch. After that, Dave immediately grabbed the car keys and immediately headed to the garage.

"The cave.... " Dira chases after the man who so tightly shuts his heart to her.

Dave stopped his steps without looking.

"I'm coming, '" Pinta Dira.

"No need!" tell Dave quickly.

Agas suddenly appeared with disordered breathing, patting Dave on the shoulder as he said, "Yep, just as you can!"

Dave did not refuse either. He continued his move towards the beloved sports car. Followed by Agas who followed Dave behind.

Dira stomped his feet in annoyance. "I'll take you to remember who I am, Dave. I'm sure, if you remember who I am. You will open your eyes and heart to me. I also deserve to be loved" he murmured.

On the other hand, a small surprise was received by Deva. When he arrived in front of his rented house, three parked cars lined up next to his neighbor's house. Apparently, Amar's old employees and friends were waiting there. No less than eleven people.

"Dev. We are so sorry, yes. We almost went home. Because your house is dark-like uninhabited" said one of the women who is Amar's former secretary.

"Thank you, Auntie. Hold on, Deva open the door first." Deva inserted a key child in the door leaf hole quickly. After the door opened he immediately turned on the living room lights. There is no guest chair table there, only a thick green carpet measuring four by three meters.

"Please, Aunt... Om..," said Deva as she placed the suitcase in the corner of the room.

Deva greeted them one by one while apologizing for the mistakes or mistakes the father had made. With them sat Lesehan. A forced thin smile and Deva's nano gaze, made the people feel such a deep sorrow.

"We heard the news of Mr. Amar's death from Mr. Agas, he contacted us after the funeral. Sorry we were late. We regret not taking the body of a good man until his final rest" said one of the former members of the Council.

"It's okay, Om. Deva felt very moved, it turns out that many still remember and love papa." A clear thread dripped down Deva's cheek.

"Of course there are many, even the number of us now, there is not yet a fingernail of all those who love your papa. Maybe because the news of your father's death has not spread, so no one came," said a special staff named Marni-staff Amar when he became the chief director at the state oil company.

"We didn't come to jail, not because we didn't want to. But your papa strictly forbids. We visited at the beginning of the detention only once, and we never came again after your father said so" said Dewanto-who is also one of the former members of the Council.

Deva lowered her face. A little embarrassed, for not being able to give anything to his guests. Let alone sweet or sweet tea, bottled mineral water, he had none. Accustomed to living alone, making him used to buy something according to his needs.

The people who came and sat in front of him, you could say it was close to Amar. Deva still poulted properly with their faces one by one. Because he was often invited to attend the same event with his guests. The last time we met, it was probably the time of his mother's death. Pretty long. But Deva did not forget one bit.

"Deva now works where? If Deva needs anything, don't hesitate to call Om. Ouch of debt with your father. Really Om testified, Amar is a good person," said Dewanto, his gaze glared far away, like remembering events that have long passed.

"On Diamond Corp., Om. Thanks earlier. Deva is so happy. Apparently, Deva's prejudice has been wrong all along. Someone still cares about papa. Too bad, papa has to die inmate status." Deva's voice was so vibrating. He said happily, but at the same time, one side of his mind felt sliced.

Nearly thirty minutes they talked. Gives strength and support to Deva. Dewanto precedes the others. The man approached Deva, giving her a brown envelope that must have contained a rupiah sheet. Pretty thick in the hand. Deva refused subtly. But Dewanto insisted.

"Thank you, Dev. We will feel very humiliated if you reject it. Really this is nothing compared to what your father has done for us," said one of the group who had previously been more silent.

"Thank you, Om... Auntie. I don't know what to say anymore. The presence of Om and Auntie, was more than enough to make me happy. Thanks." Again and again, Deva again dripped a clear circle full of novelty.

"It's okay to cry. Complaining does not mean not being grateful. Lying if we are not upset at the separation of death. We're humans. You can have any feeling. But remember, keep a good prejudice on God. You're going to class, Dev. That's fine" said Amar's former secretary.

"We're saying goodbye. Stay upbeat, yes. So good boy, so that your father and mother would be proud to see you from heaven. Maybe Amar died with a status that is still a prisoner, but Om sure. One day, God will give you justice. Truth will find its own way. And every crime, will surely get its revenge - sooner or later."

"Thank you, Om. Thanks Aunt.... " That's all Deva can say. Then he drove all the guests to his front door.

Along with three cars the guests left the yard and around Deva's house, Dave's car and another car came. Both stopped lined up to the back right in the yard of the house that was not fenced. Deva who was about to enter the house, undoes her intentions. He stood in front of the door. Waiting for his guests to approach.

One car in the back is clear who he was. But the car on the front side, Deva didn't know him at all. Dave and Agas who got out of his car were also made curious. Both of them seemed to focus on waiting for who the guest who came to Deva's house. Not long after two women dressed in black came out of the red Honda Hrv car.