Residual Flavour
Not the future in-laws

"But, sir, I want to change clothes first. There's no way I'm coming in with a shirt that I've been wearing all day" Deva said.

The god looked at Deva casually. "You just want to meet my mama. Not your future father-in-law. So, there is no need to be sweet or appear pretentious perfect," he said.

Deva's mouth was already preparing to reply to the God's statement. However, the man quickly gestured for Deva to shut up. The God's index finger was perfectly attached to his lips.

"Hust! Learn a little according. My mother doesn't like to be disputed." God snatched the key to his favorite car.

"Eh, I'm with you. Just take the car, please. Poor the jaka. The one who gets her virginity must be a special woman. Not you for sure." The god spoke to Deva with a face and tone of voice that could equally upset anyone.

Deva did not care, let alone respond to the words of the Gods this time. Free, the Gods are always right and want to win by themselves. To refute the immaterial thoughts of God is like sowing salt in the sea.

Not long after, the two set off towards the house of the Gods. Just five minutes the wheels of the CEO's service vehicle were rolling, Deva's phone made a noise and also a disturbing vibration.

" Pocket accept, Dev, noisily," the God rebuked.

Deva just reduced the volume of his phone. He had no intention of receiving the phone call. After the sound stopped, a message in the form of an image entered his phone. However, just a matter of seconds from that, Deva's phone rang again and vibrated.

"Credit card billing?" guess the God with origin.

Deva was lazy to answer. Letting God with his own thoughts is much more tranquil than trying to chim in.

Deva's phone continued to vibrate without pause. Although the sound has now been completely obliterated, still the vibration is still visible.

"Do you want me to answer?" The god glanced at Deva. Giving a little emphasis because he is really uncomfortable with the sound of mobile phone vibration.

There's no other choice. Without a second thought, Deva just turned off her phone. Then he turned his eyes outwards. Imagining Dave's anxious or perhaps upset face, caused a bit of regret in his heart. Until now, Deva did not even know how to behave. Is being a friend or friend really the best choice?

"Sir God ...." Deva called out hesitantly.

"I, Dev,"

How to answer the God who according to the man is ordinary, in Deva's ear sounds like a joke. The intention to ask seriously was finally quashed.

"Coke diem. Didn't you just call, did you?" God's eyes focused on the road in front of him that was quite jammed.

"Not be."

"Why? Embarrassed? Grogi ya talk and close to the handsome guy?" The god turned his head for a few seconds towards Deva. Down both eyebrows with a face that is quite annoying.

That's what makes Deva lazy. The arrogance of the Gods, often made him careless. Just this time he met a human who had above average narcissistic levels. Many people are confused by compliments. Not even a few who avoid and reject subtle if being praised. It is different with the gods. Other people did not admire him either, he had already spread admiration to himself.

"The person who often praises himself. Most likely is a self-confident crisis person. He always sought recognition in order to gain comfort. I'm not talking about the Father, I'm talking generally."

The god was silent. Wanted to curse, but enough in the heart. Deva always makes herself rethink the charm that has been owned. Together and near Deva, far different from other women who adore him. And most importantly, almost all the spicy speech that escaped the lips of Deva, it is true.

Back silent without a sound, the car is getting away from the density of traffic. The path that the God passed, was getting more familiar in Deva's eyes. The park where Jason meets, is a park where there is some luxury housing around. Deva had a right, because indeed he had also lived in one of the housing.

The longer it takes, the more the God's car leads down a road that Deva can never possibly forget. Entering the main gate of the Grand Mutiara housing, Deva's heart instantly skipped a beat. He chose to close his eyes. Ever since exiting the house by force a few years ago, Deva had never again passed this path.

"Dev .. don't fall asleep. We're gonna make it." The god shook Deva's arm, thinking the woman next to him was sleeping.

"I'm not sleeping, sir. Please let me close my eyes." Deva replied with an emotional tone of voice.

"Dav ... I don't like being yelled at. If my attitude is wrong, you speak well. You tell me anyway, I stay quiet more often. But don't yell at me," asserted the God.

Deva lowered her face-still with her eyes closed. The god stopped his car. Thinking he had reached the intended house, Deva opened her eyes slowly. A house with a Mediterranean architectural style, immediately seized his attention. Not only did it appear in plain sight, but the house carried him on millions of memories that instantly crammed across his head. Tears were unbearable from Deva's eyes. The building was no longer manicured, and that was what made his chest even more congested.

The god who had wanted to get angry, undo his intentions. Confusion is now over. God could not guess what made Deva cry again.

"Dev, please. You don't look like Jason. I reprimand you is still reasonable. Even my voice is no higher than your voice, why are you so crybaby" the God snorted.

He could not see the woman crying. His hand was stretched back and forth in error. Want to feel rubbed arms, help wipe tears, or just move a child's hair that covers part of Deva's face. However, God's guts were really not as big as he said. Once his hand is slashed, never to be repeated.

He realized he was too emotional. Deva tried to catch her breath. His hands continued to rub his wet cheeks and eyes.

"Have you?" ask God. A sharp spotlight full of questions, precisely caught by Deva.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm too carried away. Looking back at this house, made me feel still attached and have it. So many memories there." Deva pointed at a building across the street from the right side of the God.

The god followed the direction of Deva's hand. A makeshift lighting, giving a haunted impression on the house he saw. All this time, he had never paid any attention to the surrounding area at all.

"Dev .. Don't be weird. It looks like the house is uninhabited. Already ah, you get ready. My house on the other end, don't meet my mama in a mess. Even if you don't see the in-laws, do a little." The gods designate a house with a very modern design. Only two houses away from Deva's old house.

"That's a good thing, it was my house first, sir." Deva was a little annoyed opening the bag and took out a comb from there. Tidying the hair, then spray a little hair energy spray to make it fragrant.

"Already, right? Please don't cry anymore. Looks like the house is empty. You can raise money to buy it again. Work and save. Don't refuse my treaty. The more I take you out to eat, the more your savings will grow." The god returned his car.

Not until a matter of five minutes, God's car had stopped right in the front yard of his house. The main door immediately opened, Jason immediately ran to welcome the arrival of the God.

"Papa ...," cried the boy excitedly.