Residual Flavour
Behind Nyil's call

Didn't get an answer from Deva. Deswita is chasing Jason. After successfully pulling the boy's arm, the God Mama closed her right palm on Jason's mouth.

"You've said, while don't call Nyil first. Why are you so stubborn, Nyong." Deswita's voice was clearly heard in Deva's ears.

Jason patted his own forehead hard. "Campus! This long affair," he murmured.

God did not get out of his car. He's been shutting down his four-wheel drive engine ever since. However, the Gods still had no guts to come out. If Deva or the others could see his face at this moment. Will be accompanied by a charm that he has been trying desperately.

The white face of the God was flushed like a boiled crab. Even his ears change color. If you can choose, he wants to stay in the car or go back the road if this is the way. How could? Jason and his mother were very comfortable at an inappropriate time like this. Falling is his pride. The image that he built, and never glimpsed by Deva, will only decrease in value.

Deva was getting curious. "Isn't Nyil and Nyong the names of birds? Why do I feel like that's what God and Jason call me, huh?"

Deswita kept her hands away from Jason's mouth. The woman just realized, if she also participated in the opening of a nickname that so far not many people know.

"It's because of you, Nyong. Kak Deva so know that the name is the nickname of Kak Dewa. Though yesterday Oma said it was just the name of a pet bird," said Deswita. His words were increasingly heard clearly in Deva's ears.

Deswita was sure very well, that God had seen and witnessed the error he did accidentally with Jason. Realizing this, coupled with not getting out of the child from the car, really made Deswita feel guilty.

The woman, more than half a century old, approached the car driven by God. The woman knocked on the car glass many times.

"Nyil ... get down, dong! Why do you stay there." Deswita put her forehead on the car door glass with 80 percent film glass. Obviously he couldn't see the activity in the car clearly.

Deva who are quick to respond, can clearly digest and understand the situation quickly. As far as he could deduce this time - Unyil and Nyong- - were each nicknames of God and Jason.

It was as if getting an additional weapon after the phenomenal ghost event just a moment ago. Now, one more uniqueness of the Gods known by Deva.

Jason who could read the situation, immediately looked around. He had absolutely no idea that there was a Deva among them. Hence without any burden, Jason shouted like that.

Jason then ran away from Deswita who was still trying to convince God to come down and take off a little prestige. The boy approached Deva, hugging the woman's hip spoiled. It was as if the two had known for years.

"I'm sorry, Jason, are you brother? From now on call Brother, can you?" Jason's eyes glazed over. True said the god, the boy was indeed subtle in his feelings. It was easy for her to cry.

"By, dong. But why should I apologize?" Deva asked in a very soft and soothing voice.

"Because Jason is following Si Nyil's plan" said the boy.

"Jason can't call Nyil in front of Deva. Jason should have called papa, "Jason replied innocently.

"Isn't that good? You have to call your dad the right way" Deva said.

Jason shook his head. "Si Nyil is not my papa."

Jason's answer makes a big question mark back on Deva's head. He now did not dare to guess. The absence of a female suspect in the house, making Jason's status a mystery to Deva.

Seeing the car door open and God coming out of it, Jason released his hug from Deva's hip. The boy chose to run into the house to avoid the anger of the Gods.

"Nyil, I'm sorry Mama. Anyway, this is no disgrace, is it? Why should I be ashamed." Deswita tried to get the gods to talk. However, the man chose to be haughty to cover up his embarrassment.

The god continued to move his legs wide without looking left and right. He pretended not to care about Deva's whereabouts. The man passed his personal assistant just like that.

Deswita decides not to pursue the Gods. It would be useless if he forced his son to speak now. There will be only quarrels. It is better to let it sit for a while until the annoyance is slightly dampened.

Deswita takes Deva to the kitchen. As always, the time when the Gods come is the perfect time to prepare dinner.

"Dev, even if you know the call of God at home is very unusual, please do not laugh. There is a story behind that name. For Mades, Nyil is not just a joke," said Deswita. His hands were still nimble in arranging the cooked food to the plate only. Deva herself was only in charge of arranging it onto the dining table.

"When he was a toddler to junior high school, the body of God was small compared to other friends, the skin of the item because of his hobby to play on the field, from playing ball, just a chase, and the, until playing kite. If you look at the gods now, it's obviously very different from before." Deswita was silent for a moment. Seeing Deva's reaction that seemed serious listened to him.

"Our lives now and then are not too much of an economic change. Although not wealthy, at least we never experience shortness of breath because of thinning finances. Sufficient, does not mean God never experienced the name bullyan and also a sense of insecure," added Deswita. His view glared far, as if he wanted to look at the events for the sake of God experienced.

"Nyil or Unyil, never feel confident. He was insecure and very secretive once. Since childhood, she had only been friends with Diana and Dara. Gods do not want to be friends with male friends because bullyans often come from them. If he plays ball, he goes to the back village of our old housekeeper. There Nyil can be accepted as it is."

Deswita spoke again, Deva only plays a listener. He didn't say a word at all. Unexpectedly, a God who believed himself to be indeed a god level, turned out to have a sense of insecure as well.

What Deva heard was actually still not how much. Nyil completely, there is no way Deswita told me. Although somehow it forms. Deswita knew very well, talking about it in detail to Deva was also very unlikely. In Deswita's mind, maybe it was also what caused the Gods to be reluctant to be serious with women. Although therapy since the age of two years has been carried out, and the action of Phalloplasty is also carried out when God stepped on the age of adolescence. But as a result, Deswita never knew. Because God is ashamed if he wants to see her.

"Bi, call Nyil and Nyong," a soft-pitched cry, made one of the housekeepers step towards the second floor.