Residual Flavour
Early morning guests

"My dear. There's us-we're here. We'll accompany you until you're bored." As usual, Sashi with his lively style and maximum coquettishness, immediately embraced Deva.

Dave could immediately guess who the woman was. Although he had never met, he often heard stories from Deva about the CEO's secretary figure.

"It's sad, Dev. Patience, yes. There's us-we're here." Hilda-Secretary Director of Engineering, turn to embrace Deva.

"We can do it here, Dev? You can, if not, really be cruel. I'll grab my suitcase for a second." Sashi looked at Hilda's arm and said, "Hil. Don't be spoiled."

Deva frowned, not expecting and wondering, where the two sexiest God creatures on the third floor six could find out the news of his suffering.

Seeing Deva's two friends are busy picking up their suitcases, Dave and Agas approach Deva. They have no intention of lingering. Seeing that Deva was home safely, and there was also a friend accompanying her, made Dave and Agas a little relieved. At least, Deva was not alone and there was a interlocutor.

"Papa and I just want to make sure you get home safely. Thank goodness your friend accompanied you. I'll go home first." Dave rubbed Deva's arm gently.

"Papa's coming home, Dev. Can you hold me for a second?" ask Agas, so be careful.

"Can." Deva answered briefly.

Agas immediately hugged Deva. "I'm sorry Papa, Dev. Don't ever hate Papa."

Deva returned Agas' embrace. However, he did not answer the man's request with a word. Deva does not hate, but rather deep disappointment. Parents, with all their advantages and disadvantages, should not prioritize the feelings of children? Not even making children as a medium of exchange for a deal. If you don't do it, shouldn't you worry about it? Like Amar who is undaunted against the green table. Trial after trial passed, although at the end still found guilty, at least nature save and record the truth.

"Thank you, Dev." Agas stretched his embrace. Then immediately turned around to leave Dave who stood looking-as-egan to move.

"Mas.. was left by his father, tuh. Want a hug too? I don't mind representing Deva. Meet Sashi, Deva's most beautiful, sexy, kind, and certainly available office mate." Sashi extended his hand. But unfortunately Dave just smiled thinly, then passed it just like that.

"Thankiratin! Not all of the beautiful guys, bebeh," ledek Hilda, look satisfied with Dave's attitude to Sashi.

Deva shook her head. The two friends were indeed miraculous, often arguing and disagreeing, but their attitude, nature, and appearance were eleven-eleven-fourths-so thin the difference.

"Come, Hil... Shi's... I'm not banning you from sleeping here, but I'm not sure you're at home." Deva makes sure Sashi and Hilda are inside her house. Then he shut the door immediately. He took his two friends straight into the room.

Deva's slow footsteps, unfocused eyesight, and unstable voice. Making Hilda and Sashi feel their decision this time was the most appropriate decision.

"This is how my room is, it seems, you will not feel at home. I don't care if you change your mind. Next door is a room, but I haven't cleaned it yet. If you want, this is the only room we can occupy."

The eyes of Sashi and Hilda compactly trace the surroundings. The room was four times three. Not as bad as Deva said. It is simple, but very neat, clean, and comfortable. A king size bed was definitely enough for the three of them weighing no more than fifty-five kilos.

"I'm not used to delirious. My sleep is as beautiful and graceful as the king's daughter." Sashi simply put the suitcase on the side of the bed.

"In the meantime, who told you my papa died? Then why are you suddenly going to sleep here?" Deva's voice was no concubine before.

Hilda and Sashi exchanged looks. Both have been sworn not to tell if their arrival there is at the behest of God. Mishandled a little, could-can struggle they get a good name in the eyes of God will run aground.

"Ehm. We better be obrolin' the others. Anyway, you're glad we're here? If you're not happy, we'll just go home." Hilda who was one step faster responded immediately looking for diversion.

"Not so, I'm even grinning. I'm not alone. Turns out I have friends as good as you guys." Deva smiled so sincerely.

"Dihh. Wherever you have been, Neng. Busy dating Mas-mas earlier huh? Very saucy. Where's the way it is, Dev? Want that dong. Just one or two is Alhamdulillah" Sashi's cerocos.

Hilda chimed in, and then Sashi answered again.Both just kept arguing tirelessly. Making Deva can only be a listener. The debate that usually makes Deva dizzy, now seems to be a melodious song in the middle of silence. Hollow in the chest for a moment gone.

Seeing Deva quite not as fond as before, made Hilda and Sashi increasingly chattering with passion. Until all three are compact lying on the bed and under the same blanket until asleep.

***

Before the dawn prayer, Deva was awake. He took the wudlu and performed the tahajud prayer. After saying the greeting, Deva's hands looked up, as well as his head.

"Oh Allah, do not get tired of listening to my complaints. I truly do not feel able to undergo all of Your trials. Why do you take the people I love one by one. What do you want to save for me? Everything is yours, but can't you lend me longer?" Deva was silent for a moment. Just wanted to catch his breath because it held the tightness in the chest.

Just as Deva wanted to continue her prayer, she heard the sound of her door being knocked on. Slightly hesitating, Deva took off her mukenya subordinates. Slowly approach the door carefully. He opened a little curtain that closed the glass. Make sure who comes before opening the door. The arrival of guests at an unusual hour, requires him to be vigilant.

"Who the hell?" Deva squinted her eyes. The figure that was two steps ahead of the door was in the position of his back - only his back was visible.

"High, athletic, neat, her hair just used a pomade. That's what the branded jacket wears, the pants are okay, and the sneakers used are not even cans. Is the robbery now this cool? Uh, but where's the robber knocking on the door." Deva looks at the details of the mysterious figure who is his guest.

Not long after, the figure turned around. It made Deva so surprised. Then hurriedly closed the curtains back.

The door was knocked back from the outside. Deva's hand finally reached out to touch the doorknob. Prepare to open it.

"Bismillah.., " said Deva.