Residual Flavour
Meet Deswita

Jason's footsteps stopped as soon as Deva got out of the car. The boy as tall as the waist of the God remembered very well with the face of the woman. He wanted to say hello, but the whisper of God this morning still ringed clearly in his ears.

Deva smiled kindly at Jason. However, it was ignored by the boy. It was of course considered very reasonable by Deva. He did not take heart at all. The god pulled the tip of his lips up, revealing a line that depicted disdain.

"Who's that, Pa?" ask Jason.

"Oh, that's Oma's friend. Say hello to Oma Deva."

Beyond God's expectations, Deva smiles at him and Jason. No frustration there. Especially when the handsome boy reached out his hand. Of course Deva immediately gave a greeting.

"Hi ... Jason. Meet, Oma Deva. Pantes is not called Oma? If Jason doesn't pantes, Jason can call him by another name. We're free." Deva graciously accepted Jason's hand. The boy kissed the back of Deva's hand long enough. Until God had to pat the boy's arm to immediately release the hand.

"Welcome, Oma Deva. May you have a long conversation with Oma Deswita. We're in, yuk." Jason pulls Deva's hand. Leaving behind a God who is now beginning to doubt Jason's loyalty to him. The start went well, it seemed like it could change quickly if he did not immediately lock the mouth of the crybaby boy tightly.

Entering the inner area of the house, the tail of the God's eyes continued to watch over Deva. The woman looks so calm. Even several times God heard Deva's crisp voice while answering simple questions from Jason.

"Son, let's call oma first," God took Jason's hand in a slightly pushy manner. The boy seemed to still be very at home near Deva.

"Oma Dev's. Wait here, yeah. Jason will be back again." Getting a sharp gaze from the Gods, Jason's guts shrunk. He chose to follow the words as well as the footsteps of God.

Deva then sat on the second living room sofa which was located adjacent to the family room. As far as the eye could see, there was not a single display attached to the wall. Whether it's a family photo, or just a painting.

Meanwhile, on the sidelines of their steps towards Deswita's room, the Gods again give directions to Jason. The boy continued to shake his head.

"Remember, Nyong! I've been good all along. In front of people, I always call you Jason, buy you toys, and help you with PR. Now repay more of my goodness," said the Lord.

"Nyil, he doesn't deserve to be called oma. Her hands are smooth, fragrant, and beautiful. Why should I call him Oma. It is better to be called "Yang". She's my baby sister, Nyil," Jason said.

The god throws his lips. "Be quiet, Nyong. Don't be noisy. It's there, your job is done. Don't show yourself again. Just have fun calling me papa today. Don't let Oma Deswita know. Can be slit this neck." The gods slightly changed his speech.

Jason did not dare to argue anymore. His desire is still much. Do not let him miss the opportunity to get something just because of unnecessary mistakes.

Jason stopped his steps right in front of his bedroom. While the God continues to walk towards Deswita's room that has been seen in plain sight.

Before knocking on the door of the mother's room, God turned to look at Jason. Make sure the boy actually goes into the room.

Not until God knocked on the door in front of him did the white rectangular object open wide. Deswita who is already wearing a home-grown robe welcomes with a face that is no longer browed.

"Ma, the person who the god of obrolin had come this morning has already come."

"Oh..yeah? All right, let's get down! Mama's curious as to what the hell, she's." Deswita went out and closed the door again.

"Ma ...." The gods aligned his position with Deswita.

"Hmmm ...." Deswita deliberately answered lazily.

"Ma, please, God please, do not call Nyil in front of the personal assistant of God, huh? God is the CEO, Ma. Can fall in self-esteem if there are subordinates of Gods who know the nickname of Gods in the house. Please," said the Lord, expectantly.

"See later! If it matches your words, Mama nurut. But if it's any different, it's up to Mama, yeah, Nyil." Deswita sped up her steps as she went down the stairs.

The god swallowed his saliva violently. Now he just put hope in the generosity of his mother. Surely he will put his face in the drawer if until the call "Nyil" is heard in his ear.

Seeing the god reappear with a female figure above half a century with a real beauty, Deva rose from her seat. Throwing a sweet and friendly smile very sincerely.

Deswita did not immediately return that smile. He chose to put on a flat face without expression.

"Ma, this is Deva." The god says it with body language that implies a little nervousness.

"Good night, Mom. Introduce me Deva." The woman said her name while extending a hand.

Deswita welcomed the helping hand, her face still with a flat expression that was hard to guess.

"You take a bath there, Mama prepare dinner for a while," Deswita orders the Gods.

With a heavy heart, God just obeyed Deswita's will. At every step of his foot, prayer continued to be said in his heart. The hope is still the same. So that the name Nyil does not stick to the surface. Enough Diana and Dira to know, no one else. Especially Deva. Perhaps, the worse his image in the eyes of his personal assistant was a little strange.

"Can cook, right, Dev? Yuk accompany me to cook. Just call me, Mades. Remember yes, Dev, Mades, not Bedes." Deswita holds Deva's hand.

His attitude changed dramatically once the Gods were not among them. Both of them walked into the kitchen. There are already two senior household assistants who deftly process some ingredients to be used as a dinner menu.

"God loves vegetables. He can eat without side dishes, as long as there are vegetables on his plate," explained Deswita, without being asked.

Deva simply responded by giving a smile.

"Oh, yes, you will just know the God, do not be upset or hate if his attitude is annoying. Mades did not educate him to be a child that pleases everyone. Mades doesn't care that many people say this upbringing isn't true. Know what they are about what we've been through. The gods love to go to clubs, make friends with many women. Hoe, kiss the cheek here and there. Playboy, Don Juan, or casanova. All just to cover up his trauma and weakness" Deswita's cerocos.

Just met in a matter of minutes, the woman was so clearly complaining. In front of all the residents of the house, Deswita always plays the role of a strong and cheerful woman. However, in fact, so many wounds were felt and kept tightly by the woman.

"Do you think this Mades is a strange person?" Deswita asked a question she had not expected at all.