Residual Flavour
Offer from the Gods

"Just go, Bang. Dira's been planning all your weddings. Open Bang Dave's heart to Dira. I'm sincere, Bang Dave is happy," said Deva.

"Don't hate me, Bee. Please don't stay away from me" asked Dave.

Deva ventured to look at Dave who was still bowed lethargic. The road may be long. What happens in the future, no one will ever know. The love that is now intact is awake, not necessarily forever will continue to be so. But for some reason, a small heart keeps reminding-diverting feelings is not as easy as it is said.

"My company. Don't let me go through this alone. I will never leave you alone either. If making you a wife is an impossibility, let me make you my best friend. We will not leave each other under any circumstances. Like you need a backrest, I'm the same. If just any shoulder can dampen the noise of our minds, it certainly will not be this difficult, right? Our minds are too tired. Those who come and go suddenly, both leave sorrow. Does anyone else understand us as well as we do, Bee?" say Dave at length. His voice was trembling but filled with emphasis.

Deva could only smile thinly. Holding down bitter and tightness on his chest. Supposedly, Dave was the only person closest he had. However, circumstances also forced him to be able to let go. The seven years they spent were not just exchanging happiness and intimacy. Forgetting and hating Dave is impossible. Deva's life journey is full of tests, all passed with Dave. No secret and moment is passed without each other.

"I'll finish my business with Dira first, Bee. I'll come after it's all done. Call me if there's anything you want to say." Dave stood up, giving a fleeting peck on Deva's forehead gently. And then left Deva alone there.

What Dave did just now, did not escape the sight of God and also Dira. The conversation of the two who did not find common ground, made Dira choose to follow Dave to the back. But who would have thought, the unexpected scenery even caught his sense of sight. The god who followed Dira's steps also saw the incident.

"We're leaving" asked Dave without looking at Dira's face. There was absolutely no worry or guilt on his face.

"I want to talk to Deva first." Dira looked at Deva so cynically. Highlight the anger, clearly emanating from both of his eyeballs.

"If you choose to talk to him, I'll make sure you don't take the time to follow your plan" Dave threatened.

The eyeballs of the Gods agilely observed Dave, Deva and Dira. He tried to keep digesting what was going on with his healthy mind. I don't know who deserves the blame. As far as he could capture, Dira was precisely the one who came between Deva and Dave's relationship. All now depends on what strong reasons encourage aunt and omnya to obey the ridiculous will of Dira. Why is that cousin fighting for Dave this much? Still a mystery.

Sashi and Hilda, who had been pasting their ears on the door, also began to understand the pieces of the story and story that were going on.

"If I were Dave and Deva. I'm very much the same Bodo Dira. In fact, I will make ngenes live a woman's life," sumpul Hilda with anxiety.

"It doesn't matter whose marriage it is. The important thing is his first night with Deva. If I were Dave, I would really do it."

Hilda immediately poked Sashi's forehead. "Deva isn't as easy to find as you. Less-lessin that's your pervert. Poor your lakik later. No thrill of the first night."

"Can act in pain" Sashi chuckled.

The gods are now sitting opposite Deva. The confused man had to start a conversation from where. Dead style-two words that should have been very strange in nature by a don juan. A God who in fact was judged by the women because of his flexibility in processing words, now seems to run out of words.

For a long time, God did not speak seriously to a woman. If you say just seduction, of course it is easy. But instead of Deva comfortable, it could even be the damage he got. With Deva, chats other than work, certainly difficult to find. The matter that four eyes wanted to talk about, was definitely not the time.

"If you still can't focus, tomorrow you take a leave of absence is fine, Dev." The god began the conversation with a soft speech that was far from his daily life.

"Mother just calm down. I'll stay in. If necessary, you give me more work than usual. I don't mind" Deva said quickly.

The gods had guessed before. With his conscious state of mind, his personal assistant, obviously did not want to be pitied.

"Good then, I was thinking of exchanging your position for another. Seeing you crybaby. I'd expect your grief to last for months" God told me. Intentionally to provoke Deva's angry emotions.

"The Lord is right. This sadness will probably last a long time. It might even last forever. Do you want to try to be in my position? Just a moment, and I hope you are not suddenly crazy," Deva said. Tends to be cynical and fierce.

The god stood up. "Don't underestimate me, Dev. You are not the only one with problems and trials. I've been." too." The gods said it by puffing out the chest. Affirming a snobbery. Although in his heart, he agreed more with Deva's words than his own. In fact, his life is not as complicated as that of the woman.

"Want to believe, but fear of sin. There is no faith in God." Deva stood up. Wash the glass in the sink.

"Dev... You want to be busy, don't you? I have extra work for you. Wanna not? Payment issues, guaranteed okay. How's it? Won't you?" An idea suddenly flashed across the head of a God.

Deva dried her hands first with a rag. He wanted to take it seriously, but what he was facing right now was a God. It could be that the man only intended to work on it.

Behind the bedroom door, Hilda and Sashi still faithfully steal the listen. Both of them were curious about the offer that the Gods had given Deva. If the friend refused, they would immediately file as soon as possible.

"Silence? I'm serious, Dev. You can do it after you get home from work. Just one to two hours. Looks like you're pretty smart. I rarely look for the unprofessional. I offer this job to you with great humility. As a superior, I don't want to see my subordinates crying and sad continuously. Not because I care about myself. It's because I don't want your sadness to interfere with your performance. Think of it as a form of concern for superiors to subordinates," stressed God. The prestige still controlled the minds of Gods.

"What kind of work do you mean?" tanya Deva started to wonder.