Residual Flavour
Ex-compete

Dira did not continue his story. "No! I have to remind Dave first. Brother God don't know until Dave is really mine, "his inner self.

"Continue, Dir! Who's Dave? What kind of man is he? Did he ever curse you? Answer Dir!" The gods are curious.

"Dave is the man I dreamed of, brother. There's no other reason. I love you, Dave. I want Dave more than anything" Dira said.

The gods don't believe it. But he also did not want to force. It seems, the Gods will have to find out for themselves. The man glanced at the clock on his wrist, the break left forty-five minutes to go, he had not had lunch yet, Deva certainly had not.

"Sister, do I want to talk to your personal assistant? Can i? He came with you, didn't he? Let me wait for him." asked Dira, his voice a little sloping.

The god did not answer. He himself did not know where to wait for Deva. He leaned his body on Dira's car, turning his head against the sun that shone coyly this afternoon. His eyes did not even squint.

"Sir ... Why is it that now even Brother Dewa is silent?" Dira waved his hand right in front of the face of the God.

"Talk well, Dir. If you really want to get Dave, show that you deserve better than Deva. I'll buy some food first, wait for him in the lobby. Don't make a fuss that can humiliate yourself" God said.

Dira shook his head. He's trying to catch his breath. "You can, Dir. Come fight your demon side. Control your emotions, "the woman tries to encourage herself.

The god invited Dira back into the hospital area. The man went to the cafeteria at the end of the building on the same floor, while Dira, choosing to wait for Deva in the lobby.

Inside the same building, but on a different side, Deva is feeding Dave with food provided by the hospital. Stomach disease that was once owned by Dave, now relapses again. Irregular eating, and stressful thoughts, make the disease triggered to come back.

"Bang, after this, I go home first, yeah. I have to get back to the office. I don't promise when I can visit again. After work, I took on extra work" Deva said as she placed an empty bowl on the nightstand.

"Additional work? Over where? Who gave you the love? God?" Dave poked the question with a very small volume of sound.

Agas and Fira looked at each other. Both of them are sitting on the sofa. They stared at Dave and Deva. Like being subjected to a sinful feeling. Seeing two people who are still in love with each other-separated because of a situation that should be the responsibility of Agas himself. Fira breathed so heavily. God did not give her a chance to conceive. Maybe this is the reason. Because she doesn't deserve to be a mother.

Agas feels the same way, Deva's sincerity and love for Dave, he can even feel. But life is a choice. He just hopes, this choice is the best.

Deva throws a faint smile at Dave. "Drink, Bang."

"Take me, Bee. What job?" Dave pushed slowly, a straw that was about to be put in his mouth.

"So the tutor, it wasn't the Lord who gave me the job." For some reason, Deva's lips suddenly decided to lie. There was an urge in his heart to keep Dave's feelings from unnecessary jealousy.

"Take good, Dev. Don't be so tired. Don't force yourself to try this hard" Dave recalled.

"Yes .. I know how to take care of myself. I'll go home first. Get well soon, Bang. Dislike-reality remains to be passed, life must go on." Deva rubbed Dave's arm.

"Thank you, Bee. Please my heart for you. Keep meetings. If one day someone else could love you more than me, just throw that heart away. Don't give it back to me. Enough already! I don't want to love another woman anymore."

Deva chooses not to answer Dave's statement with words. He did not want to prolong the business. A smile is enough. Not to accept or refuse. Just a small smile, as a closing encounter.

Deva says goodbye to Fira and Agas. Both parents said sorry and thank you many times. Again, the smile made Deva a reply from all the words he did not want to answer with a word.

Dira sat on a row of black iron benches in the lobby area. His eyes focused on the elevator door. In the slightest he did not want to miss Deva's appearance from there.

Not until waiting for long, the figure that awaited Dira finally appeared as well. He rushed over. This time, it was with a sloping emotion.

"Dev, I'd like to talk to you for a second" Dira said.

"me too. There's something I want to talk about. But I only have ten minutes." Deva pointed to a long, empty bench on the right side of the fairly quiet lobby.

"Do we have to talk here?" ask Dira.

"My time is not much. Talk elsewhere, will waste time in vain," said Deva as he walked to the bench he appointed earlier. Inevitably, Dira followed him from behind.

"You go first" said Deva briefly and firmly.

"If Dave's cured, I want you to take him somewhere. Meet me there. Because I'm sure, if I had invited him, Dave wouldn't have," said Dira very to the point.

"Where?" ask Deva.

Dira mentions a place name that is located in another city. The place where Dira's memories of Dave begin. Deva did not immediately agree, because the place was quite far from the capital. The distance is more than seven hours if it passes over land.

"Don't refuse, Dev. Show me a little sacrifice if you want Dave to be happy."

Deva immediately stared at Dira sharply. "What do you know about sacrifice, Dir? Your words are more appropriate for yourself. If you love Dave, then sacrifice. Love is not torturous, let alone pushy" Deva said, so straightforward and without the slightest hesitation.

"I'm done talking. It's your turn." Dira said it indifferently. Ignoring Deva's words he just heard.

"I want to be your friend. Not because I really care about you. I just want to keep you closer. Please take Dave. Tie him as tightly as you can. But treat him as a human. Dave's got a heart, his feelings can't be exchanged for a deal." Deva was silent for a moment, just wanting to take a breath and calm her own emotions.

"You may have calculated and thought about all your steps carefully. Giving yourself up to be tied up in the wedding rope to a man who does not love you at all, certainly requires determination that is not playful. But don't forget to insert a sense in each step and your logic. It's not your words and your physique that can make Dave crumble. Without sincerity, all you get is heartache" Deva added

Deva stood up, he stepped foot leaving Dira who was still permeating his words long enough. Either the decision is right or wrong. However, little heart Deva said, forgetting a loved one in a happy state, seems like it will be much easier.

"Dev ...." The god rushed following Deva's steps. His left hand carried a transparent plastic bag containing two food boxes. The man had actually returned to the lobby a moment ago. However, hearing the faint talk of Dira and Deva being quite serious, he was reluctant to mediate.

"You're done? I'm done too. We're back in the office, yuk! If you refuse, you'll be at least ten minutes late." Without waiting for an answer, the God immediately pulled Deva's hand to follow his steps.

The god's car was waiting right in front of the lobby. Both went straight in there.

"Now, eat. If we eat in the office, it will take up our work time. Do not cheat the company with time corruption. After all, why are you still involved with the affairs of the former. Make you look stupid and weak. There is no such thing as the best ex. If it's beautiful, why try to be an ex? Nevermind! Back to reality. Don't walk in place. Although the people of Adam are fewer in number than the women, hope that the Lord will still give you the right one. Do not let your soul mate, also be the soul mate of others," God cerocos while holding out a food box to Deva.

"Thank you." Deva answered with just one word.

"Such short, tumben? You got your ex?" The back of God's hand reflexes touch Deva's forehead.