Residual Flavour
Dave, Dira and who?

Hearing Deva's voice from the speaker of his mobile phone, the heart of God was relieved. At the very least, his personal assistant was in fine state.

"Dev, my mama wants to give you extra work. This lunch, can't you see Mama?" For the umpteenth time, the gods re-create freely.the idea always pops up when the situation is urgent.

"I've had another appointment this afternoon, sir. How about the night," Deva bargained honestly. Because this afternoon, he promised to see Dave at the hospital.

Not that Deva puts her ex-boyfriend first more than anything. Not like that, but he wants Dave to recover quickly. He is also curious about what Dira wants to tell him or show him and also to Dave. He wanted to throw out the questions that were on his mind one by one. After that, he would devote his time and mind to focusing on Deborah.

"Your ex's business, isn't it? Go, Dev! Wanna see when you'll be Dave's shadow. Never mind, it's up to you! I'm waiting for you right now. Come as soon as you can. We had a meeting at Madika's hotel this morning." Without waiting for Deva's reply, the God immediately disconnected his phone unilaterally.

The god scooped his face violently. The regret obviously could not be covered from his face. How can two people who have no ties, behave as if they can be friends sincerely. There is no more appropriate word for Dave and Deva than a hypocrite word. That is what God swears in the heart.

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Not until working hours begin, Deva has already come to his office. As usual, he cleaned and tidied himself first to the toilet.

"Shi, there's a meeting this morning, huh?" deva asked after coming out of the toilet. The woman immediately approached Sashi's desk.

"I don't remember anything, Dev. Wait a minute, I'll check again." Sashi immediately opened the file of the daily schedule of the Gods. Though without asking, Deva actually also holds and knows exactly the schedule of the Gods meeting. Only, Deva was afraid that something was missed by her.

"Let's go. Don't let us be late." The god came out of his room with an ice-cold face. He immediately took Deva away. In fact, his personal assistant is still wearing flip-flops with legendary brands of all time.

"Attent, Sir. I'll change my shoes first." Deva rushes back to her room to change shoes and grab the bag first. After that, Deva rushed after the God who had first descended into the lobby.

"That's a hell of a thing," the God's nagged as soon as Deva walked up to him.

As always, Deva had no intention of retaliating or arguing over the words of the Gods. He's already starting to poultice the boss. If answered, it will certainly be longer business.

Riding the official car driven by the driver, both of them went directly to the meeting place intended by the God earlier. Deva really does not know the meeting material this time.

"Who are we meeting with? What materials should I prepare?" deva asked, slightly lowering her tone.

"You just shut up and listen. I'll be presenting this time. If you need to, wait outside. There is an exhibition of apartment and house sales on the floor. You can wait for me there. Perhaps you are interested in buying a unit," said Dewa while tidying his hair with his hands.

Deva simply replied with a smile. Home is his most urgent need today. But what power, the money it has is still far away to reach it.

"Is Deva really this strong? Or is he just forcing himself to be strong? Although God is best a place to complain, a lie if man does not need a fellow man to lean on." God subconsciously looked at Deva who was focused on finding a contract through a smart search on her mobile phone.

At the same time, but in a different place, precisely in the hospital where Dave was treated. The man had just finished his morning meal. His condition is much better too. It can even be declared recovered.

It is true people say. Positive thinking is medicine. The arrival of Deva, and a short message sent as an encouragement, in fact can really make Dave's desire to heal up into many folds.

This morning, Dave was still alone in his ward. As per his request, Fira and Agas did not wait anymore in the hospital. Dave said, if there is someone else, he is even difficult to rest.

Dave came down from his safe, intending to sit by a glass window that could expose him to direct sunlight. The infusion needle is still attached to the back of his hand, as if not blocking his movement that seemed deft.

Just now Dave took off his hand from the infusion pole that had to go with him wherever he went, the door of his room sounded like someone was opening. Followed by the sound of footsteps typical of high heels users.

Dave turned his body around until he could see who was coming. A beautiful woman, tall, and white, stepped foot closer and closer to her.

Deva's former lover was unmoved and stunned not because he was admiring the perfection of the woman. Absolutely not, he was already used to seeing beautiful and smooth women while examining his pregnant patients. Even Dave used to see the female sex organs. That's why it's not easy to tempt Dave. Until this moment, Deva's face, attitude and mannerisms still occupied the highest throne in his heart. For whatever sake, for Dave-Deva remains the best.

"Hi, Dave .." said the woman.

Dave frowned. The two thick eyebrows that confirmed Dave's unassuming good looks, fused even more. There was a question about who and what purpose the unknown woman came for. Dave tried to remember who the woman really was.

"Sorry, Dave. We have actually never met. I came here, because there's something important and urgent that we need to talk about. Meet, A---,"

The woman did not continue her words. Because suddenly appeared another woman who looked at him cynically and probed. Who else if not Dira.

"Who are you? Why did you get in here and talk to my fiancee? How important is it that you dare to disturb someone who is sick?" The demonic tune instantly came out smoothly from Dira's mouth.

"I'm sorry if I came at the wrong time. But there's something urgent I want to talk to Dave." The woman spoke as if she knew Dave very well.

Dave remained silent. There was not the slightest intention of him to mediate the conversation of the two women.

"It's about Deva" said the woman.