Residual Flavour
The Mission Club of Gods

God drove his car very slowly. When viewed from the speedometer on the dashboard, the clue needle does not touch the number twenty. This of course disturbs Deva's mind. Besides not knowing where they were going, since in the car, the Gods also did not invite him to talk.

"If you know this, it's better to walk. Besides being healthy, it also seems faster to arrive," muttered Deva, very softly. However, the ears of the Gods could hear it quite clearly.

"I'm not too focused, if I increase the speed, I'm afraid we even reach the hospital" said God.

"Then let me drive. Where are you going? A colour? The atmosphere? Or to Domino?" Deva mentions a famous night entertainment place with one stop entertainment facilities. Where entertainment ranging from massage plus-plus, wet dancers without clothes, buffet on the pusher, to karaoke while dikaraoke was there.

"Jeez, Dev. Why is your mind so far away. You think I ever went in there? Clearly, not yet. I am afraid of not having strong faith. I realized I was an ordinary man. Sometimes it takes a sigh. Like the series of great apes, I am not a Tong Sam Chong monk, he can flinch even though there are women not dressed in front of him. I'm more on Cu Pat Kay. Which tends to approach pleasure rather than remembering virtue."

Deva suddenly laughed. Hearing the God's answer, he immediately remembered the pig demon with a distended stomach and his style that always drooled when he saw beautiful women. The television series called Gods was quite popular in his era was still kindergarten first.

"Eh, why laugh? Dev, you're healthy, right? Why are you satisfied with his laugh." The god occasionally glanced at Deva who was actually laughing loosely while looking at him.

Deva smothered her own mouth with the palm of her hand. I realized how little humor was going through her mind. Just by imagining the figure of a God like Cu Pat Kay, he could already laugh to the point of shedding tears just like now.

"Cu pat kay, it seems that the call is more suitable than Si Nyil," Ceplos Deva accidentally.

The god immediately stepped on his brake pedal. The man's cheeks gave off a tinge of red. This time it's a mix of anger, sprains and shame. His eyes were sharp looking at Deva who was still laughing-though not after before.

"satisfied? If my flaws make you happy, just keep laughing at you, "close God.

Deva's laughter stopped. "Sorry, sir, release. Did you start, why are you angry now?"

"Why so bring my nickname. Can't you just pretend you don't know?"

Deva tilted her body until she could see the face of God clearly. "Sir, may I express my opinion?"

"Mmmm ...." The god replied curiously.

"Actually, I don't want to get involved with other people's affairs. But, since I heard directly from Mama Pak Dewa. I don't want to, I want to express my opinion. But can we just walk?"

Without a word, God stepped on the gas pedal again. Although not too slow as before, the speed of the vehicle still has not reached the standard figure of minimum Deva speed while driving.

"Actually, you do not need to be embarrassed or upset if there are others who know your nickname. Each of us has a story of the past. Not only beautiful, even some of the past should not need us to remember. No need, it does not mean we can forget and throw it away. The unnecessary, in fact, is even inherent in the heart. Whatever the story, at least we're grateful to get to the point now." Deva looked at the God who was focused on looking at the road ahead.

"Speaking is easy, Dev. Not everyone can be as peaceful as you are in the face of the past. It's not that I'm not great, but I have my own way of healing wounds and avoiding the same ones coming back. If I compare myself to you, my injuries are nothing. But I believe our problems are not the same. I object to that nickname not just because of prestige. You'll never understand. Same with me who doesn't understand your way of thinking." The god said it out loud.

The gods did not respond to Deva. He focused on turning his car into a cafe that used to be frequented by Dave and Deva. In addition to its comfortable place, this cafe is also not too far from Deva rented house. Remembering his contract, Deva was invited back to think hard. He should soon be able to return to seek shelter and make a temporary stopover. For Deva, there has been no home word since her mother died and her father had to serve time in prison.

"Don't think things through. You're not the only girl I've brought here." God opened the car door, and so did Deva.

"God knows, my mind has been busy lately. In the slightest, there was nowhere to think about anything else. Especially regarding the Father," ketus Deva.

The two walked a distance of two steps. The god was in front of Deva with a deliberately slowed foot swing.

At the table that was ordered by the Gods, there appeared to be a duo of jugs and two women who got the nickname of an old wife once and an old wife by the Gods. Who else if not Dara and Diana.

"Kok Deva's coming, want to go to the club too?" hilda asked, clearly astonished at the look on her face. Once God and Deva were already in front of him.

Deva wants to answer. But the gods were quicker to deny it. "No. He'll be an advisor at our club."

"So wonder, what club are we? There should be an all-advisor. I just sort of say what Mr. Ewa said," said Sashi. As usual with his style that squirms like a caterpillar.

"You know each other, right? If this is Deva. He's my personal assistant. Obviously not going to be a member of our club." The god looked at Dara and Diana alternately.

"Oh, Kirain wants to be made a wife too. I was going to protest. The maximum wife is only four, if five is not in accordance with the Shari'a." Diana extended her hand to Deva. "Meet me, I'm Diana. The old wife of Lord Danendra. The status of people's wives even if it's just a mistress" he added.

Although confused and do not understand what Diana meant, Deva still received the helping hand while giving a thin smile.

"I am Dara, the old wife of the Gods. I'm not a mistress. There are people who call me an actor. In fact I get along well with my husband's first wife. I'm smarter than Diana. So the deposit has no power, if caught, the risk is not worth the pleasure we get."

Now Dara who changed out her hand, made Deva really dizzy with the opening of their introduction. Again, he tried to keep smiling and return Dara's handshake as warmly as possible.

After that Deva and the Gods sat down in one long sofa. Sashi, Hilda, Dara, and Diana, it seems to be quite a match. They blend in very quickly. The gods order drinks and food for her, while Deva orders only drinks.

"So this way, I gathered you here, because I have one mission." God's words instantly made the others stare focused at him.

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who do not understand ci pat kay. nih author kasih.pas happened to be a cute girl passing by.