Residual Flavour
Deswita, Nyil and Nyong

God, Hilda, and Sashi were compactly silent. All three are suffering from the same worries. If until Deva heard fully what the God said, obviously the woman would be upset and thought all worked together to be spies.

"Why is my name called? What do you have to understand?" investigate Deva, approaching the three with a suspicious look. He did not hear it whole, only faintly his name was faintly heard. But the confirmed word of understanding, so clearly entered his eardrum.

"They're both just wondering, how come you're this loud? I answer according to my results. All because of your incredible faith. Putting everything into the Creator is the key. Prejudice well on His terms and do not hesitate to cry. Because your cry strengthens you." Gods are really making up freely. Behind his sage, it still had Deva at the end of the sentence.

"It's not clear" Deva snorted as she walked inside to re-cook the lunch menu of the four of them. Until now, the gods do not seem to intend to go home.

Finished preparing the food, Deva decided to take a bath. While the other three impromptu residents, were still so engrossed in chatting in the same place since earlier. Neither God, Sashi, nor Hilda are really compatible. It seems like two jugs will soon officially join the Dewa club which does not yet have an official name.

Time passed quite quickly today, Deva was already not too much contemplating. Not because he forgot his father's departure, but the presence of others, it was enough to affect his mood. Plus, now he has a pretty big motivation to continue living his life.

The arrival of Deborah and Sarah to Amar's tomb, succeeds in awakening Deva's curiosity. Knowing the reason behind everything Deborah did to her was the woman's goal. Although I do not know where to start, Deva will move slowly.

"Dev ... I go home first, huh? Think about my offer yesterday. If you agree, you can just start tomorrow," said the Lord, his gaze was so deep though a little naughty. If Deva were Sashi or Hilda, it was obvious that both of them could be instantly floated if they got such a gaze.

"I'll consider, sir." Deva replied flatly.

"I'm home, yes," said the Lord, once again. Like hoping that someone would hold himself back from leaving. However, Hilda and Sashi, who were already in the room at his command, obviously could not give him any support.

"Thank you for all the kindness, Father. I will count and remember it well. Hopefully one day there's a chance to get everything back." Deva said it seriously.

God swore in the heart. But one end of his lips that was pulled upwards, revealed clearly how annoyed he was with Deva's words just now.

"Basic kanebo dry. All things counted. I was surprised by Dave. How could he be so hard to turn away from a woman like this? It's really weird." The gods only dared to say it in their hearts.

After driving the god forward, Deva closed the door of her house. Then she joined Sashi and Hilda in her room. Spend time waiting for the arrival of maghrib with chatter that is certainly not too contained.

***

Monday is never too relaxing. As usual, the Gods get ready to leave for the office and drive Jason to school. A little different than usual, he deliberately went down to the first floor early. If this is the case, the Deswita-mama of the Gods deserves to be suspicious of the child alone.

"Good morning, Ma." The god gave a friendly kiss to the mother's forehead.

"August, Nyil. What is this a fork?" Deswita asked full of questions.

"Movement, Ma," God's err.

"I don't like to eat. Same as you." Deswita took the dishes to prepare on the table.

The god sits in the main seat of the dining table. The chair that had been his seat for the last few years - ever since the father disappeared somewhere.

"Until when did Mama call God kayak gini? Not very compatible with the God who is handsome and handsome," protested the God.

"Later, Nyil. If you're married, Mama promises not to call me that." Deswita sat her butt in the chair not far from the gods.

"Current interest, Ma. There is no woman who makes the God in the shadows" said the God casually. But a moment later, he patted his own head. Like he wanted to get something out of there. Unasked, Deva's ketus face suddenly flashed real.

"Want to eat now, Nyil?" Deswita flipped the empty plate in front of her, intending to fetch food for the Gods as usual.

"Attent, Ma. God wants to talk first."

Deswita returned the position of the plate. Then back to sit quietly tilted a little to be able to face his favorite son.

"If so, later tonight, the gods will bring friends here. He's God's personal assistant in the office. Poor, Ma. Her father just died. And she just broke up." The god opened his explanation very well. He was sure, if it was like this, his mother would not refuse.

"Cowok what chick?" ask Deswita.

"Girl."

Deswita widens her smile. Like finding an oasis in the middle of a desert that is very barren and dry. Since breaking up with Deborah, no female friend of God has been introduced to her.

"Don't be happy, Ma. Our relationship is professional. Gods are just pity. His life story is so complicated. But his performance was very good. It alone made him daydream and cry a lot. Meet with Mama who experienced more or less the same thing, maybe you can strengthen each other. The point is like that. Mama don't think no. Not a God type at all. In addition to rigid kayak kanebo sun dried, she is also not beautiful. His face is boring." The god slapped his own forehead. This time it was harder.

Not the compliment he said. But the face of ketus at once beautiful and adorable belonging to Deva, continues to overshadow his mind.

"Syndrom what is this. I don't seem to be well. Maybe I'm just hungry." The god argued for himself in his heart.

"Why, Nyil?" Deswita was completely suspicious of the deity's attitude. He became curious about the figure the child meant. Whatever the reason given, bringing a woman and introducing her is a sign that her child's heart is not mediocre.

"Nyil's Morning... Ohma...." Jason with a shrill voice greeted the God and also Deswita. Saving the don juan from the mother's question.

"Morning, baby." Deswita gives Jason a kiss.

"Morning, Nyong." The god ruffled Jason's neat hair, making the boy sing his lips and mutter.

They started eating the next morning. When finished, God and Jason immediately set off together towards their respective destinations.

"Nyong, I have a pleasant task for you," said the God whispered slightly to Jason who was sitting next to the seat where he was driving his favorite car.

"What, Nyil?" ask Jason with enthusiasm.