Residual Flavour
To the hospital

"I'll take a lunch break, sir." Deva said it while grabbing her phone in a quick motion. His feet stepped outside the room. In the doorway it was clear he had received the phone call.

Deva's facial sharpness was very serious when she heard the voice of the figure contacting her. While continuing to walk into his room to pick up the bag, Deva still stuck the flat object in his earlobe.

The god hastily snatched his clutch. He stepped wide towards the elevator while contacting the office driver to get his car ready in front of the lobby.

The elevator door in front of him was open. The gods just ignore it. He didn't get into it immediately. Fortunately, Sashi was nowhere to be seen. If it is still there, of course what God does is not separated from the supervision of his secretary.

Seeing Deva hurriedly approaching the elevator, Dewa immediately pretended to stick his mobile phone in the ear. The man did not forget to put on a very serious face.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, coincidentally, the two entered simultaneously with their arms clasped together. Deva merely rubbed his arms, while the Gods remained consistently serious and chose to ignore what had just happened.

While in the elevator, God ended the drama of picking up a dead phone. Looking closely, Deva's face clearly seemed to be overwhelmed with worry.

"Dev, anterin me a minute, yuk. I'm going to the hospital. Mama's medicine ran out, I had to take her prescription to the hospital." The god put on a face.

"Why should I be with you, sir? Can't it be alone? I also have a need that cannot be delayed. I have to go to the hospital now." Deva answered honestly.

"Where do you want to go to the hospital?" ask God. Sensitized the desire to ask who is sick, but he undoes his intentions because his curiosity seems very excessive.

Deva mentioned the name of one of the hospitals not too far from their offices. The gods smiled triumphantly.

"When I just digress, why can fit this moment. God and nature really bless me. Uh... condone for what? How I got weird gini. No, it's just to keep Dira feeling." God dialogues himself in the heart.

"Yes, we're together. My mom's doctor was there too. If you go alone, you may be late. If it's me, even if it's late, right, it's still safe."

The elevator doors opened, both of them coming out from inside simultaneously. Deva has not accepted or rejected the offer of the Gods. He is still weighing while continuing to look for the nearest online motorcycle driver who wants to receive his order. However, there have been two orders, no one received quickly.

"Alright, I want to be with you, Father," Deva finally broke up.

The gods only gave a faint smile. In her heart, she cheered happily. The god himself felt strange about his behavior. However, he continued to find answers to the justification of the oddity.

This time, the car was driven by a driver. Deva and Deva were sitting together in the backseat. Both of them looked away from the outside. God wants to start the conversation. But he was still busy looking for words that would not make Deva cynical about him.

"Dev, I have high hopes for you. It seems, mama is quite comfortable making friends with you. I just want you to be okay without the dependence of sedatives." I don't know where to get a boost. The god instead opened up a chat with something he should not share with others. Especially Deva.

"I'll try my best, sir. Every wounded soul needs medicine. The best medicine is a heart that is always sincere and grateful. I once hung it all up on someone, and it hurt - when in the end, there was nothing we could rely on but ourselves." Deva lowered her face.

"When can you go to Debora's? Saturday morning, right?" The god asked in a tone of voice that was completely far from his daily life. Even he was amused himself with his current gentleness.

Gods used to be sweet with women. But the sweetness is always artificial. What was spoken was of course just a pseudo-cribe and also words of excessive praise. Dealing with Deva makes him a man with various personality types. Not only appear as a female worship man.

"Can, Sir. Just like Father. Because I obviously have no weekend activities." Deva finally turned her head towards the Gods as well.

For a moment their eyes clashed. However, the God hurriedly turned his gaze to the other side. The wounds in Deva's eyes were so deep, that God had to take pains to hold his already itchy hand to cling to the shoulders of the beautiful woman in front of him. Hugs may be a little soothing and give you strength. What a complicated story, there is no end to the strange nails of Deva's life.

The car they were riding in now stopped right in front of the hospital's main door. Deva and Deity descend together from different sides of the door.

"What floor are you on?" The god asked as if he had a different purpose.

"On the sixth floor, sir. If you finish it sooner. I came home alone, no papa. I promise I won't be late back at the office." Deva continued to step foot into the hospital.

The god walked behind Deva while thinking hard. Explain who wants to be visited by a personal assistant.

"I'm on the ninth floor. We'll just ride it." The gods align their positions with Deva.

The two then went to the elevator door that would take them to their respective locations. When the elevator door opened, Dira was there. The woman's face looks very upset, plus again when crossing with Deva. Emotions that had been held back by Dira, suddenly wanted to be evaporated on Deva.

Dira blocks Deva's footsteps by positioning her right in front of the woman.

"Why did you come? Can't you let Dave start a new life with me? Give me a chance to prove that I am worthy of love. Don't keep making Dave hard to get away from you, Dev." Dira gripped Deva's arm quite tightly. His loud voice stole the attention of those around them.

"Dir ... What the hell'an you?" God threw Dira's hand from Deva's arm.

"Please don't interfere, brother. Should have, Brother defended and supported me. Not him!" The volume of Dira's voice is still high.

"Dir, can your voice melanin not. You're like an orangutan newly released to civilization like this" God remembers.

Deva took a deep breath. His lips were tightly locked. It would only be a waste of time if he responded to Dira who was in a hurry.

"Don't see Dave again. She's mine, Dev, mine!" Dira again tried to pull Deva's hand.