Residual Flavour
Almost slipped

"It's not weird, Mades. Maybe I'm not used to it. All this time, I've never met a figure like Mades. We, right, just met for the first time, but Mades already talked about something that I think, it went into the private realm." Deva answered straightforwardly. However, keep trying to maintain his decency.

Deswita patted Deva's shoulder with a smile. "You're pretty brave to argue, Dev. Mades doesn't need compliments, or words that just sound sweet. Mades has been forged with various problems. The one in front looks sweet, not necessarily the sweetness we can feel until the end. In the middle, it could be that we suddenly taste acid, or even bitter. Like our life's journey, right? Not just fun. There will always be times when God leaves us happy, sad, laughing or crying."

Deswita again spoke at length without any burden. Too long not socializing and do not have a comfortable interlocutor, making Deswita become out of control. Talking with others, is actually a therapy for Deswita. It was just that, the Gods naturally could not accompany him continuously every night. Plus, he needs to be self-aware. Gods also have a trauma that has not been healed until now. For Deswita, God can get to the point of her life now-it's an incredible gift.

Deva digested the words spoken by Deswita. So many questions came to his head. However, Deva knew very well where his position was. Being a good listener is enough. Many know the affairs of others, especially to find out in various ways, will only add to the burden of their own minds. One thing that Deva now understands, the character of Deswita and God seems quite different. The mother dislikes praise, while her son is clearly hungry for praise.

Leaving the first conversation that was not commonplace, Deswita gave instructions to Deva to help prepare dishes, water and side dishes on the dining table. After seeing everything was neatly arranged, Deswita was immediately sitting in the chair where she used to be.

"Bi Darmi, please call Nyil and Nyong, yes!" exclaimed Deswita to one of her household assistants.

"Good, Mom." The woman, who seemed not to be half a century old, immediately left the kitchen upon hearing her name.

"God! This is a mouth." Deswita patted her own mouth. Really he forgot, if he had to keep his son's authority in front of Deva.

"Nyil and Nyong are the pet birds of Mades, Dev. If you want to eat, like to remember the same as both. This is a bird not just any bird. It's all pinter ngoceh. Especially Nyil, duh." Deswita explained it herself.

Deva who previously did not care because she thought the name mentioned earlier was indeed the name of a pet, only gave a reaction by nodding her head. For a moment, Deva was completely made to forget with her own grief.

"Sit here, Dev." Deswita patted the empty chair beside her.

"Yes, Mades." Deva sat there without feeling awkward. His calm and easy carrying with anyone, it is very profitable if you have to be with new people.

Not long after, God and Jason simultaneously appear. As usual, the two instantly occupied their respective seats of greatness. The god who has been fresh because he just finished his bath, looks impatient to immediately eat the food that has been served complete in front of him.

"You out?" asked Deswita while spooning rice to a plate belonging to God.

"Who?" The god answered the mother's question with a question as well.

"In fact, it's clearly you, Nyi---,"

"Enough, Ma. God will take it himself." The man hurriedly cut Deswita's sentence. She was sure that her mother was heading to the scene.

"Yes, you. Where could Mama ask Jason. Bocil can not be wandering," Deswita said.

"Tumben you keep quiet?" Deswita instead threw a question at Jason.

"Laper and sleepy, Oma." Jason did not answer honestly.

The existence of Deva, apparently able to make Jason who usually talk a lot, now choose a lot of silence. Not because lazy or not in the mood, but because Jason is afraid if he speaks wrong. Have to call papa when there is a Deva, then there is another rule not to call papa if there is Deswita. It would be complicated for Jason to find the two people referred to as Gods at the same time and place.

They started dinner in silence. Deswita feels strange. Neither the Gods, nor Jason, nor any one spoke in the slightest as usual. Deswita's eyeballs were forced to watch the movements of the Gods closely. Several times, he caught his only son secretly watching Deva.

Not much different from Deswita, Deva was experiencing the same turmoil. It had been almost three recovered the minute he was in the house of the Gods. But have not yet found the existence of the wife of God. Asked unintentionally, crossed his mind.

"Oma Deswita ... Oma Deva, Jason's back in the first room, yeah. Jason's sleepy." The boy said goodbye while carrying his dirty dishes to the sink.

"Why call him Oma Deva? Not polite, dong. Aunt or Brother Deva is much better. Who taught you that weird?" Deswita immediately stopped eating, and looked at Jason who had turned around to continue his steps towards the stairs.

Jason is wrong. Stop stepping, it meant that he had to answer the question of the oma. If he continued to proceed, it would obviously be considered disrespectful. With a heavy heart, Jason finally turned around while yawning widely without covering his mouth, the typical sound of people yawning was out of there.

"Good night, Oma. Let's just talk about tomorrow" Jason finally broke up.

The god breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed, he had to give Jason an extra bonus. On this first day, at least everything went smoothly as planned.

The gods finished their meal. He told me to leave the dining room first. Leaving Deva and Deswita undecided to continue their conversation on what topic.

"We'll go to Mades' room, yuk!" bring Deswita.

"Yes, Mades." Deva agreed without hesitation.

The two walked towards Deswita's room on the second floor. Slightly circulate the view around the place passed, it turns out that there is nothing stuck on the wall other than electrical plugs and clock time instructions. It is a very unique home.

Arriving in the room, Deswita invites Deva to sit on a long sofa placed not far from the side of a glass window that shows the situation outside the room.

"Dev, have you ever felt God was so unfair to our lives?"