Residual Flavour
Deborah and her mother

Deva set foot again, followed by others including the gods. Not involved in experiencing or directly involved, suddenly the heart of God also pounding. As with Deva, he also asked two female figures who were resting beside the mound of the new cemetery. Although the new God first came, he was sure to be right, where the two people he knew so well were now, was the tomb of the Deva papa.

"Sir Deborah, why is it here?" Deva immediately asked so that their distance left only two steps.

Debora and her mother immediately raised their heads towards Deva. Both of them clearly looked very surprised. Debora and her Widya-mama, stood up with a gesture that implied misbehavior.

"Isn't Mom the Doctor who bought my necklace in the hospital a few years ago?" as if to reassure herself, Deva also asked the more than half-century-old woman next to Deborah.

"Callong? What necklace is it? Aunt never seems to have met you. Aunt is a doctor. But long retired. Almost eight years." Saras did not dare to look at Deva as he said so. From his tone was clearly tucked into doubt.

Deborah swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. Trying to get his brain thinking short and precise. Looking for reasons that make sense and do not cause further questions from Deva.

Deva gives a probing look at Debora and Sarah. For some reason, he felt the need to ask further about this matter.

Hilda and Sashi could only listen in silence. Both agreed to refrain from reacting. While God, can only set his heart pounding which is still unstable. The god felt the two people in front of him were too hypocritical.

Remembering Debora's story, making herself feel claustrophobic on her own. If God is in the position of Deva, not necessarily he will be able to undergo all well. One thing is for sure, he also felt disappointed in Deborah and her mother. Both people can change things, at least they can present themselves as witnesses. In fact, both Deborah and Doctor Sarah, chose to keep meetings that made Amar convicted in the criminal corruption trial.

"My father asked us to represent Taziah to his friend. We know all the police who sent the information to Papa. Unexpectedly, Mr. Amar turned out to be your papa. The world is very narrow" Deborah said. That reason just came to his mind.

Deva was silent. His mouth closed tightly. Not believe. But he chose not to argue in front of the father's grave. Deva doesn't believe in Deborah and Sarah.

"The world is narrow, brother. So narrow, we do not have room to keep the lie neatly until the end. Sooner or later - willfully or not, the lie will spread its own stench."

Deva's words were right about how Debora and Sarah felt. The two men are increasingly showing discomfort. Deborah looked at her mother. Cueing to immediately leave a completely unwanted situation.

"Dev. we are sorry, may the goodness of Mr. Amar be made a light in his eternity. Sorry, we're saying it first." Deborah said it in a hurry. Without shaking Deva's hand and greeting others-including the Gods, Deborah followed her mother, rushing to leave the tomb area.

As if nothing happened, Deva immediately rested beside the grave of the father. Ignoring, the knee pants are dirty because they touch the ground. The gods do the same. Not so with Hilda and sashi, both compact crouched. In all circumstances, they still care about appearance.

"Asalamualaikum, mom. These are Deva's friends in the office. Deva's not alone, now papa don't worry about Deva. Last night, papa's friends partly came too. And just now there were two women who visited papa. I don't know who they are." Deva took a deep breath.His hand stretched out rubbing the tombstone.

Deva then stood up, stepping closer to her mother's grave. "Assynrass, ma. Deva is coming again. But just for a second. Ma... when did you come to Deva's dream? Please whisper to Deva, what can make Deva's life can be excited again. Not the spirit of life, does not mean we can die, right? Deva will live Deva's life as well as Deva can. Don't get angry with Deva if in the end Deva becomes whiny and complains easily."

Hearing Deva's words, the gods increasingly joined the nelangsa. The haughty attitude displayed so far, it turns out only to cover the wounds and the burden of life is quite heavy. God reads his prayers in his heart. It wasn't papa and Deva's mom that he prayed for. Except, Deva. He hoped God would give the woman patience and strength.

Deva stood up first, the woman walked away from the others. Maybe forget, or because of daydreaming.

"Dev, wait!" shout Hilda. Successfully make Deva's steps stop.

"Sent, we were left behind. What a sweet thank you," Sashi said.

Deva only smiled briefly, then went back to walking first. The god followed Deva's steps quickly. The man likened his position to Deva's.

"Sir Ewa, where are we going to eat? I'm already very hungry." asked Sashi, following along to align his steps with Deva and Deity. Everyone kept stepping towards the tomb parking lot.

"May not if we eat at home. I'll cook for all of you. We just stop by the market for a minute. We can buy market snacks first to prop up hunger. If you mind, I can go to the market alone. I still haven't been able to leave the house for too long. Afraid that there'll be another papa friend" Pinta Deva. His feelings became unsettled.

"Of course I can. We'll call you this time. Not because of attention, but because I'm not happy to see women crying. You are so crybaby. Like Jason," said the God.

"I'm not a whiny. Nangisku is equally crying Mr. Dewa's son is different," denied Deva.

"Huh, Mr Ewa already has a child? Got a wife too, dong? Ewa sir is someone's husband? I don't have any aspirations to be an actor, sir." Sashi looked very surprised.

"Please, just duda dong, sir. Let your fans like us not be disappointed. Please!" Hilda even gave a ridiculous plea.

"Sir, answered dong. Actually, Mr Ewa is the husband of a man, widower, or virgin who has been tarnished?" Sashi asked more clearly. Can't wait for an answer.

"If my charm wanes because of your words - I will make sure to clot your lips with my lips without mercy" threatened the God half-whispering right in the earlobe of Deva.