Residual Flavour
The unexpected guest

Deva reflex stood up and again grabbed her phone in a rough motion. What the gods said and did to him was very disrespectful. "I'm not a friend, Father. I'm also not part of them you can arrange. This is my privacy. It has absolutely nothing to do with the Father" Deva said. The woman immediately stepped foot without permission on the others.

Sashi, Hilda, Dara, and Diana were compactly staring at the Gods. As protective shields, their duty was not only to keep the Gods away from reckless fans. But also must remind and also straighten if the man's attitude is excessive.

"Cursue, Wa! You are not polite. You said he was different from us. That means, you shouldn't have treated him like that. We used to take grenade throws from you, he certainly didn't. And as I recall, you never even did anything like that to us. Forcibly snatching someone else's phone, it's so embarrassing."

Reproof from Diana, made the Gods immediately move to pursue Deva. Despite the prestige of admitting wrongdoing in front of his friend, the Lord acknowledged in his heart, if his attitude was indeed excessive. I don't know where the urge made him do such a ridiculous action. Sentiment towards Dave, it seemed to affect him so strongly. The man rushed after Deva who had arrived at the veranda of the cafe building.

"Dev ...." The god managed to equal Deva's steps. The woman walked towards a row of offline taxis on the side of the cafe building.

"I'm sorry, I was reflexing earlier," the God's plea without daring to return Deva's sharp eyes glared at him.

"Job hours are over, aren't they? Let me go home by myself." Deva resumed her steps without paying any heed to the God's apology.

Not the name Deva, if you are in a hurry, certainly not looking to the left side right or front back with focus.

"Revelation!" The god pulled Deva's body into his arms quickly. Fortunately, it is not too late, if only a second God is off guard. Definitely Deva's body will bounce or at least fall down due to being hit by a motor sport that drove quite fast into the cafe yard.

"Deliver!" snapped Deva, without saying thank you.

"Why are you so proud, Dev. Can't you say thank you. If it wasn't for me, you would have been rushed to the hospital by now. Again, I'm the one who bothers." The god also seemed very upset, letting go of his embrace. His chest is beating fast. He actually felt increasingly unwell if he was close to Deva.

Going back to debating the gods, his phone rang. Deva immediately received the call without seeing first who contacted him.

The gods are showing more and more regret. His jaw seemed to harden with jakun up and down irregularly as a result of swallowing his own saliva for holding back the swearing. He tries to control his emotions as much as possible. Watching Deva's face implies sadness as well as seriousness simultaneously-when listening to a phone call. The gods are getting round to the allegations, Dave is the one who contacted Deva.

"Oh Allah, why not have this ordeal already," murmured Deva. His heavy breathing indicates that all is not well.

"Why Dev? What's up?" The god who had been upset, could not bear to see the personal assistant.

"There's nothing, sir. I go home first." Deva hurried to continue her steps towards the taxi parking that was about to be addressed earlier.

Quickly, the God pulled Deva's hand and held her tightly so as not to run away. "I'll take you. If something happens to you. I could be blamed by my mom. Besides, it's night." The man has wide legs. Deva who is not focused just follow the steps of God. The two got into the car without saying a word.

Meanwhile, the four members of the God Club began to fret because the man who became hope in their silence, did not return.

"If this is the case, it's clear he's not coming back. Where he hasn't paid. Pay in first. The balance is thin. Mr. Dhe again fastened his belt because there was a massive audit of his mother's children," as well as Diana while checking the contents of his wallet. It has been one month since the monthly ration went down dramatically. He must be more careful to choose expenses, and cleverly distinguish between needs and desires.

Sashi and Hilda code each other by elbowing each other's arms. Both of them who had been feeling chaotic, it turned out that there was still something more unclear than the two of them.

On the other hand, Deva who is now approaching the alley of his house, suddenly told God to stop his superior car.

"I'll just get down here, sir. Thanks." Deva got out of the car and ran without looking back.

Relieving Deva's unnatural spirit, God decided to continue the journey to the woman's house with a myriad of grief. The god drove his vehicle slowly. Of course so that his arrival is not known by Deva. Even he intends to park his car not right in front of Deva's house.

Arriving in front of her house, the orphaned woman has been welcomed with four adults, and two children who are still toddlers. Each child was carried by one of the four men. Not far from where they stood, there appeared to be no less than five large suitcases.

Two adults among them, clearly well known by Deva. One person had already contacted him earlier, and one other person had not expected his arrival at all.

Although his mind was in turmoil, Deva still tried to force herself to throw a warm and friendly smile at all her guests.

"Sir Ali." Deva greeted Ali while kissing the back of the man's hand in a hasty gesture. Then alternately he reached out to Dito, and two others who seemed to be a couple. Each holds a toddler who is sound asleep.

"I'll open the door soon." With trembling hands, Deva reached for the key inside her bag and rushed to open the door of the house.

"Pak Dito please come in first, please brother...." Again Deva forced her rigidity. He allowed his guests to enter.

"I'm here, Dev. I'm just a minute." Before Deva told him to enter the house, Ali first opened his voice to refuse.

Seeing the other guests go inside. Deva nodded in agreement as she approached Ali.

"Father just wants to give away the stuff that's in your papa's detention room. There are a lot of personal notebooks in there." Ali held out a large paper bag that he had been carrying with his left hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Ali." Deva received the bag. His hands are getting shaky. Ali's gift, like a priceless legacy to Deva. Amar often told me, since childhood, writing is his soul and hobby. Deva placed high hopes on the notebooks she received now. Hope the father leaves a valuable note for him.

"I'm going home first, Dev. If there's a problem, don't hesitate to call me." Ali patted Deva's shoulder. It was as if he wanted to give strength.

Deva escorted Ali into the man's car. Not waiting until Ali runs his vehicle, Deva immediately goes back into the house because there are other guests waiting. Without realizing Deva, a pair of eyes continued to watch his movements from earlier.

"Dev, sorry .. so look ...."