Residual Flavour
Why Unyil?

Deva just smiled thinly. He had no interest at all in answering or debating the words of the Gods as usual. This makes the CEO of Diamond Corp uncomfortable. For some reason, the gods prefer Deva who speaks loudly to him rather than being silenced like now.

"Dev ...," call the Gods, want to make sure Deva is okay.

"I, sir," replied Deva, so soft as to the ears.

The god corrected his sitting position which was actually very comfortable. It's just that, Deva-sudden attitude made the Gods misbehave.

Along the way to the office, only filled with both by spending their food. In addition to the sound of the roar of the vehicle and the horn of the car from the outside being heard, only the soft sound of the chew from the mouths of Deva and Deity greeted the eardrum.

Once at the Diamond Corp office building, the two rushed towards their respective rooms. Deva himself just went into the room to pick up his face. He has not performed four rakaat services during the day. While God, also perform the same worship in his room.

Seconds passed into minutes, until the clock changed. It is time for all work activities to end today. Not wanting yesterday's events to repeat, Deva chose to refresh herself and change clothes in the office bathroom before leaving for Deswita's house.

Knowing that his personal assistant was still preparing, Dewa decided to wait at Sashi's desk with his secretary and Hilda.

"Don't forget, we'll meet tonight, yeah. The Haluku Cafe. The dress is ordinary, do not want to go to the condition. This is not the cafe of the heretics, "remember God.

"Berez, Sir. I wear safe clothes only," said Hilda while glancing at Sashi who usually frenzied himself if you want to go somewhere.

"For the sake of shared comfort. I also remind, do not wear clothes that are less material and minimalist. There will not only be you. There are two more. I don't want to be seen by people like pimps who are holding a merchandise bazaar. Still look elegant even though the behavior is careless." The gods again give direction to Hilda and Sashi.

At the same time, Deva emerged from the direction of the office bathroom. Sashi and Hilda compactly admire Deva's natural beauty in oral. Speak clearly and clearly from their mouths, how God placed more beauty on the figure of Deva. Makes the Gods have to refrain from justifying Hilda and Sashi's words of praise. The god was desperately brushing the face of the ketus Deva who kept walking around in his mind.

"Dev, aren't you tired?" As soon as Deva gets closer to Sashi's desk, a silly question escapes from God's mouth.

"Racid?"Deva squinted her eyes because she felt so astonished.

"Yes tired. You just kept pacing back and forth."

Not only Deva was astonished, Sashi and Hilda were also surprised by the statement of God just now. All day Sashi sat behind his desk, he had not seen Deva do what God said.

"Mother seems to be unwell today. Since when do I go back and forth?" Dengus. Then he hurriedly continued his steps and immediately entered the room to retrieve his bag and mobile phone.

"First, Mr. Dewa," said the finance director who passed in front of Sashi's desk. Slightly break the momentary silence that occurs due to the absurdity of the Gods.

The man named nodded his head while throwing a special, authoritative smile. God really knows how to behave one by one his employees.

"Only me and God know." Unknowingly, the God smiled to himself. He walked leisurely while whistling lightly towards the elevator. The god goes in there as soon as the door opens.

Sashi and Hilda prepare, both waiting for Deva to come down together. Seeing the waiting figure come out of the room. The two people with the nickname the jug duo immediately straightened their bodies preparing to align their steps with Deva.

"I think we can make a trio, nih," Hilda suggested.

"Not to be weird, between the three of us, only one is sane. Enough's enough! Don't be driven crazy" said Sashi.

Deva who today is indeed being irritated to talk only reveals a thin smile. The three women occupants of the 36th floor, separated in the lobby. Deva, who had previously booked an ojek online, immediately walked up to the motorcycle in front of the lobby with the police number according to his order.

The previous god did not say if he wanted to take Deva home together. Can only be upset. There's no way she's screaming for Deva to get into her car in front of the other employees. In addition to falling self-esteem, he may be rumored there is an affair with the assistant.

"Basic is insensitive. Can you not act like a normal woman? Baikin. A little face to his boss. This even keeps the distance reduced speed. He thinks I'm a tronton truck what," the God snorted inwardly. He immediately got into his car which was also parked in front of the lobby.

On the way to his house, the Gods kept hoping that he would arrive first rather than Deva. But hope is often not in line with reality. When the Gods were still trapped by the flow of traffic, Deva even had a chat with Deswita on the front porch of the house of God.

"Dev, can Mades ask?" Deswita said it carefully.

"By, Mades."

"Sometimes, if Mades is really sure, will you help Mades?" The look on Deswita's cheerful face, suddenly sad.

"If I could. God willing, I will definitely help Mades." Deva gave a sincere smile at the end of the sentence.

"Alhamdulillah ... Mades won't tell me now. Later, when everything seems clearer. Mades hope, you can feel the same way with Mades. For some reason, just talking like this, Mades was happy. May you be like that too. Do not hesitate if you want to complain. Consider this Mades your mama." Deswita holds both Deva's hands warmly.

Yes ... although he himself was not completely fine either, Deswita was not blind to see how deep the hidden sorrow was. A smile may always be given to Deva, but the look in the eyes of the woman, it is impossible to lie.

Not yet Deva answered, the service car of the Gods entered the yard of a very spacious house. Deswita releases her hand at Deva.

At the same time, Jason who had come out just wanted to show the picture to Deswita. Directly shouting enthusiastically while running towards the God. "Nyil, I can draw a good picture. Look at!"

"Yyil? Not yesterday call him papa" muttered Deva. Actually he asked himself. However, Deswita had already heard that question.

"Papa? Who's called papa?"