Residual Flavour
Deswita and Deva

Deva's facial complexion changed immediately. Deswita's question seemed to remind him of a series of injustices that hit him without pause. So many times, depriving all happiness and hope that exists. There was nothing left, except a gaping wound.

"Dev, Mades' question is wrong, huh? How to even dream." Deswita patted Deva's thigh to resuscitate the woman from a momentary daydream.

"No, Mades. Nothing's wrong." Deva hurriedly replied.

"Why keep quiet?" deswita.

"What's the question of Mades, it seems, almost everyone has ever felt. We are just ordinary people. The standard of justice for us is when we are happy and get everything we want. Often we forget, our expectations-different from the expectations of others. Every day, even every second, millions of people pray. Not all prayers are answered. When God does not grant our prayers, He may be granting the prayers of His other people." Deva seemed to swallow her own saliva. His gaze returned softly. There's still a lot he wants to say. However, as much as possible Deva held back.

Deswita rubbed Deva's back. He felt that what Deva said just now was so honest. Not just a formality answer to the question posed by him. More precisely, Deva's words felt as the deepest expression of the heart.

"In theory, Mades knew life was unfair. But why did God do it? It is still a question mark for Mades. Why is it so often tested? Mades doesn't feel himself good. However, throughout life, Mades as much as possible does not hurt others. In the hope, we will also get the same good treatment."

Deva grabbed Deswita's hand. His eyes were teary.He was trying hard. It is your job to listen, not to be heard. He was with Deswita to be a pleasant and soothing interlocutor, not to add sadness.

"We've all felt injustice, Mades. I have also ever. We can what? Changing circumstances is not as easy as flipping a palm. We can only try by continuing to force the heart to be sincere. Remind yourself that hurt and sorrow do not belong to us. Out there, there must be someone else who is also wailing and crying for the fate he received."

Deswita gave a gentle look at Deva. Out of his control, his right hand stretched out stroking the shoulder-length straight hair in Deva's brownish color. Seeing such a deep sadness, Deswita's wounds became neglected.

"Mades hates it when other people say, don't cry, stop complaining. At least you're more lucky. In Mades' ears, they sounded judgmental. They see us as luckier than whose side?"

"They will never stop underestimating, until the time they are right in our position. The mountain, seen from a distance, looks so beautiful. The shape is nice, neat, and the blue color is very beautiful. But the closer we get to him, the more we'll find out. There are roads that are so steep, many wild animals and venomous melata animals that threaten" said Deva straightforwardly.

Deswita was so impressed. The rigidity that Deva displayed was incredible. I don't know what wounds are being harbored. However, Deswita could feel how mature Deva's thinking was.

Without feeling more than two hours they spent together. The hour hand already showed ten o'clock more. Deswita who usually slept half an hour ago, did not feel sleepiness at all.

"Next time, you just stay here, okay?" pinta Deswita walks down the stairs to take Deva.

"Yes, Mades." Deva answered very gently.

Up below, they saw a God sitting leisurely in the living room holding a book. The two women compactly stopped the steps not far from the position of God. Deswita gives Deheman to provoke his only son's reaction. He knew exactly, God was not actually reading. Deva held her laughter with great difficulty. The arrogant who is perfect, is showing an unconscious ridiculousness.

"Mades, Lord God used to be his primary school where, huh? Or did Mades give a special teacher to the Lord? You need to know tricks, tips, and how to read comfortably with the condition of the book or magazine upside down."

Hearing Deva's insinuation, Dewa hurriedly put down the magazine he had grabbed carelessly because he saw Deva and Deswita climbing the stairs.

"Not everyone can. Only those with high concentration and genius IQ are able to do so. Reading in reverse position helps you learn to focus. I often do it to train myself," God said.

"Sat set really if it's business ngeles," said Deswita.

"Freak basis," said Deva in the heart.

Deswita can only stroke the chest to see the action of her son. In her heart she was a little smiling. The attitude of such a God, signifying the heart of the don juan, is not okay.

"I'm sorry to go home, sir," said Deva.

The gods put the magazine back. He had waited a long time for this moment. Wishing the mother a kind heart asked her to drive Deva home. He just wanted to know, what chat made his mother feel at home by investigating along the way.

"Yeah, Dev. Later on." Deswita again invites Deva to continue their footsteps.

"Well, my mom didn't tell me to nganter. It's already night. What's the mama?" The god blabbed in the heart. Then he rushed to his feet and caught up with Deswita and Deva.

Arriving at the main door. He knew why his mother was relaxed. Apparently, Deswita's personal Anwar-driver is already preparing to drop Deva off. The god went back into the house with a manyun lips that can be on the rope using rubbers. He sat lazily on the sofa in the living room to wait for the appearance of his mother.

Not long after, Deswita appeared while singing songs from her favorite old singer. Who else if not Ida Laila.

"You out, Nyil? Duh, Mama's mouth from earlier gatel want to talk gini. Why do you wear all the prestige? Deva still looks good, even though she knows, there's no way she's fluttering in the office."

"Just look if mom calls Nyil in front of Deva. Mom, don't jump to conclusions too soon. Deva is not that good. Mama doesn't know yet if she talks about it like pepper pedes," the god snorted while standing near Deswita.

"Don't hate too much. Not good. Dah, mama wants to sleep first, sleepy."

"Ma...." The god held Deswita's arm spoiled.

"What?"

"Next time, don't tell the driver to nganter Deva. He'll be spoiled. Anyway, pity Mr. Anwar. Already, if driving a car at night, surely his vision is a bit blurred. Not to mention if hit by a car light in front of him. Anyway not Mr. Anwar."

"Certainly? Mama has to let go of a virgin child riding a motorcycle taxi, is that it? Obviously it's more cruel, Nyil. What mom did was not pampering. It's natural for women to protect each other."

"Yes, anyway. But not Mr. Anwar either."

Deswita began to know the direction of the God's talk. The woman smiled cynically. "Yes, later you find a special driver to shuttle Deva. Mama still pays without asking for your money. Bye, don't protest. Mama's going to sleep." Deswita lowered the hand of the God from her arm. Then leave immediately

The god ruffled his hair violently.

On the other hand, after twenty minutes of travel, Deva is also at his contract house. Just as he got out of the car, someone had already greeted him with a completely unfriendly face. Jealousy and anger, clearly visible there.