Residual Flavour
Punishment for Deswita

A few minutes later, only Jason came down to the dining room. The boy was not as happy as usual. The tiny red lips that usually kept on making loud noises, were now advancing a few inches. Very much in line with his nickname-monkey.

"Why, Nyong?" Deswita pulls the chair next to her for Jason to sit on.

"Nyil must be sad. He didn't scold Jason. He just kept quiet. Jason has apologized." The boy showed a look of regret.

"Already, Nyong. Let Nyil alone for a moment. Let's eat first." Deswita tried to be calm. Although in the heart, the woman kept a big worry.

Deva did not dare to give her opinion. He chose to listen to the family talk. The longer he was there, it seemed like the more questions filled his head. About the God who looks arrogant and so assertive when leading the company, it turns out to have other sides that are still a mystery.

Without the Gods, they performed the night together with an even more awkward atmosphere than last night.

Deswita and Jason chewed on the food reluctantly. Both of them seemed to be thinking of gods. Feeling guilty for the accident they did, it turned out to make God really upset and angry.

"Dev, Mades up for a second, yeah. Let's see the gods first." Deswita finished her meal which still left half a portion on her plate.

"Yes, Mades." Deva gave a smile at the end of her answer.

Jason ruffled his food. From the one piece of rice he took, only two spoons made it through the throat.

Deva stood up and carried the food on her plate. The woman deliberately changed seats next to Jason. Deva stuffed a spoonful of food into her mouth.

For a moment, Deva will follow the extent to which Jason tortures completely innocent food.

After the food in front of Deva's plate was gone, the woman gulped down a glass of water to the toilet. Deva then tilted her body to face Jason more freely.

"What's wrong with that food, Jas? Why are you treating them unfairly? Did that rice insult you? Did that fried chicken say you didn't?" Deva tried to get Jason to talk. Although his words seemed insinuating, but Deva said it gently with a smile.

Jason just shook his head. Again and again, his eyes were glazed over, it was clear the boy would soon shed tears.

"Then why are you angry with that rice and chicken? They are not living beings, they are lifeless, and they do not breathe. But, out there, there are many people who every day expect to get it." Deva took the spoon from Jason's hand. He started filling the spoon with food and feeding it to Jason.

"If you're angry and upset, don't take it out on food. If you don't like it, it's better to talk to the person who makes you feel that way. Do not hide in silence. They won't hear what you're thinking anymore. You will be sad for yourself. Akkka ...." Cerocos Deva returns to feed Jason's mouth.

"Sister, Nyil was very kind to Jason. What if he keeps quiet Jason?" The clear thread managed to wet the cheeks of the boy whose status was still questioned by Deva.

"Then call him the right way. Cook called his papa Nyil. That's very disrespectful."

"He's not my dad!" jason firmly.

"Then who?" Deva asked with a hope to end the curiosity with the exact answer that Jason would give.

"It's not Jason who can explain. Nyil is getting angry. To be sure, Nyil is indeed not papa Jason," said the boy.

Meanwhile, the God who had now sat together on the edge of the bed with Deswita. The god still wraps his lips. The man was fresh and changed his clothes. While Deswita's hand, tightly grasped the hand of her only son.

"Why is this so? Mama is sorry. But mama sure, Deva will not taunt you let alone drop your pride just know you are the Unyil. What's wrong with your call? Have you been scooping it? My mom doesn't like this kind of didiemin. Mama already said later if you get married, mama will stop calling Nyil," said Deswita.

The god returned his mother's gaze with a cold gaze. Hard to interpret. "Mama knows, to arrive at this confidence, it's not easy for Gods. In fact, to be honest, Gods were also unable to be completely confident. Although Deva is a friend confided Mama, Dewa hope, Mama did not tell everything related to the Gods excessively. Don't let, Deva attracts sympathy and a crush on God for too much admiration of God from Mama's story."

Deswita shook her head weakly, in the middle of this condition, the God still clearly remembers that he is still in a position not to want to fall in love or make women put their hopes on him.

"No. Mama knows, which ones need to be told, and which ones don't" Deswita said.

"All right, forget about the call. May the Lord punish Mama for being lost?" Suddenly an idea came into the head of the God.

"What punishment? Don't be your shady? Where there's a son law his mother." Deswita immediately released her hand to the son.

"Maline kundang, Ma. Not the deity." God's errat.

"That's the real thing. My mom was intentionally wrong. Want to know, your focus is really good or not," Kekeh Deswita remembered the objection of the God yesterday when he was caught reading with the position of the magazine upside down.

"Laugh at. It's about to be punished loh," God's bitch.

"As far as you are. What punishment? Ask for your marriage? Comeon! What's-her-name? Where's his house? Whose son? Here, let Mama camouflage with bismillah. I can't wait for someone to review your phalloplasty results. Because mama can't see, let mama's daughter-in-law whisper," Deswita jelly so relaxed.

The god spread his shoulders in a quick motion. "Don't remind me of that, Ma. Sure enough mama wants to see, maybe later mama fainted."

"Mama is hoping for his stupor because the result is phenomenal and astounding." Deswita was still half-chuckling as she said it.

"Ma, that's enough, don't talk about it anymore! Because mama had already lowered the self-esteem of the Gods in front of Deva. So the time of Mama's togetherness with Deva today, enough to get here. The God who wants to talk to Deva."

Deswita hid her happiness in her heart. However, his lips did not want to sing a smile. Directly seem to agree, will make God even feel strange with him.

"Ckck ... What kind of punishment is this? Mama still has a chat with him, even tonight, we have not started anything," decih Deswita, pretending to be upset.

"A nice punishment, isn't it? Do not protest. God does not eat at home. Just eat outside. Bye, Bj ... God wants Deva's briefing first." The man stood up and walked away from Deswita who was slipping a prayer for the Gods and Devas.

Still under the same roof, Deva and Jason have now shifted places to the family room. Deva seemed painstakingly giving advice on how to apologize to God.

"Watch up, Nyong. Go sleep! Don't forget to wash your feet, wash your face, brush your teeth and pray." The god came without cue, immediately drove out Jason who still wanted to linger with Deva. Wanting to argue, what power Jason is in fashion must comply. Answering with a lazy nod, Jason left Deva and the Gods both without a word.

"Mama has business. So tonight, mom can't talk to you. There's still an hour. Like our agreement, your task is over after two hours. Now come with me, don't ask a lot and protest, let alone intend to refuse." The god immediately pulled Deva's hand to follow in his footsteps. Tonight the club of Gods is sure to be different from the usual meeting.