Residual Flavour
The guest is king

The door opened slowly. The guest immediately spread a smile, welcoming the host who was looking at him in wonder.

"Don't ge-er just yet, I didn't come to see you. I came because Sashi is here. We've already made an appointment to have breakfast together." The god explained before Deva gave a question that might even make him cornered.

Deva shook her head. "There's breakfast at this hour. A man in love. There are reasons that are made to just be able to meet his demons," said Deva. Pretty shrewd, but unfortunately still caught the ears of the bat God.

"Not a bustle, but just a friend. Oh. yeah, you already know me. It's a different alley from the one where I drove you last time. Fortunately, Sashi sent us the latest location. Lf it doesn't? Could get as rough as I am. You weird chick. Even if I knew your house, I wouldn't have come if there wasn't a need to be like now."

Deva was lazily arguing. He chose to ignore the ravings of the Gods just like that. The woman went straight back into the room. Letting his guests be in the doorway, without being invited to enter first.

"Ckkk. Don't know what, I defended from the airport straight here. Even now dicuekin gini. Get in the cake, drink some warm tea. Women are not as friendly as cute men," the Lord murmured in his heart.

In the room, Deva tries to wake Sashi up. The woman did not move a bit. Even Hilda who seemed to wiggle heard the voice of Deva.

"What the hell, Dev? Still this morning. I told you again about the holidays. Local red cross, Dev," hilda's murmur.

"I woke up Sashi, not you. Noh, there's his beloved Mr. Ewa in front," Deva said.

Hilda immediately helped Deva wake up Sashi who is known as the queen of molor. Hilda woke up with quite a loud shock, making Sashi's body inevitably squirm a little.

"What the hell? It's noisy!" sashi grunts. Still closing his eyes.

"Sir Ewa is coming" said Hilda in annoyance.

"Huh? This partial? The chickens have not yet crowed. Why has he come." Sashi immediately positioned himself to sit down.

"You until anytime, here will not be horrified cock crowing. No one keeps a chicken." seloroh Deva while tidying up his mukenya tops.

"There's an office chicken here, Dev. He used to crow himself. But crowing is different." Hilda started her taps on Sashi.

Deva took a deep breath. Ordinary itself, together with two people who are quite crowded, a moment can indeed give a different atmosphere for him.

"How's the rooster, Beb?" Ask Sashi.

"Kukurikuk... " Hilda actually uttered it in the tone of a crowing chicken.

"Pinter... What about office chicken, Beb?" Sashi slightly chuckled as he asked.

"abbiness.... " The tone of the cock crowing is heard again, but with a different word from Hilda, followed by the movement of two hands that tap and kiss each other. It is like two lips are clashing together.

"Edan.., "sad Deva. It seems like every day is like this. He may not be in his own right. Deva chose to leave the room.

Sashi and Hilda tos while laughing loosely. It was crazy in the morning that was still blind. Even at dawn, a new adhan was heard.

As Deva exited the room, she saw that God was already in her living room. The man lay his eyes closed on the carpet. Either pretend, or indeed sleep for real. In reality, the Gods had not slept from last night for fear of missing the plane.

Deva returned to the room he used specifically for prayer. He wanted to finish the service this morning immediately. The arrival of guests, made him think to shop. Moreover, Sashi and Hilda will likely be at his house in a few days. Of course it is not tasty and will be wasteful if you continue to buy food from outside.

"God! Ewa's even sleeping!" Sashi walked up to the god followed by Hilda.

Without hesitation, Sashi shook the arms of the God, and woke the man up. "Sir Ewa, get up, sir. What are you doing here early in the morning?"

The god woke up immediately. His eyes gnawed as if he was gathering lives, not until fifteen minutes he fell asleep, had been disturbed. He immediately changed his position to sit tight.

"Let's have breakfast, yuk!" invite the Lord while tidying his hair.

Sashi and Hilda have not yet answered the question of the Gods, Deva has appeared with his indifferent style. The woman held her wallet in her right hand. White T-shirts and jeans with the bottom rolled casually up to the calf, making his appearance seem younger than his actual age. Deva looks like an eighteen-year-old. Unknowingly, God admits in his heart, Deva has a different appeal than Sashi, Hilda, or other women he has known.

The gods send the code to Sashi and Hilda in turn. But the two women he began to consider friends were like they did not understand.

"What'an anyway?" hilda asked innocently while squinting at the God who was kamit without sound, with one hand doing a movement like he was feeding food into the mouth.

"It's unclear! Want to bumbling with your mouth?" Sashi asked a silly question.

The god glared at his eyes in annoyance. Soon Hilda began to realize the man's intentions.

"Oh... Dev, come with us yuk! Breakfast, get some fresh air. Sunday-day free-day-cars in city parks must be crowded and many people are selling food" Hilda said.

"I want to go to the market" said Deva.

"Later after breakfast. We're just coming to market. Anyway we will accompany and take you anywhere. To the tomb of your father we will deliver," seloroh Sashi.

Hilda pinched the arm of her friend. Talking about the tomb, it must arouse Deva's sad feelings.

"I don't want to take any of you. Just wanted to come here, I'm so grateful. I don't feel good about you either. A glass of water I haven't even offered." Deva's face suddenly sad.

"Well, therefore, do not offend us by refusing our invitation. Guests are kings, right? We are rarely treated by Mr. Ewa. Yuk, Iah! We really use it." Sashi held Deva's hand tightly.

"But I-I," Deva did not continue her words.

"We go to the tomb first. After that we just look for breakfast, keep new to the market. How's it?" The gods seem more excited than others. He could already guess, surely Deva did want to go to his papa's tomb.

Deva finally nodded. The four of them headed for the god's car. Hilda and Sashi feel very special, because only this time there is a CEO who wants to hang out with ordinary level employees like them. Even today, the CEO is their driver.

Deva who sits on the back bench, eases the action of the Gods lyrics through the rearview mirror. The man ignored Sashi who occasionally let out body language like a caterpillar in order to get the attention of the Gods.

Deva shows the route of the road to Amar's tomb. It didn't take long, they arrived at their intended location. The distance of the tomb with Deva's contract is not too far.

Next, Deva, Dewa, Sashi and Hilda continued on foot to the deeper burial area. A few meters away from the red earth mound that covered the body of the father, Deva stopped his steps. His eyes squinted perfectly, making sure his vision was not wrong.

"Why are they in papa's grave?" ask Deva in heart.