Residual Flavour
The angelic-faced demon

Seeing who was coming, Deva spontaneously told the child who held him to stay away from him. But instead of doing Deva's orders, the boy even tightened his hands on Deva's hips.

"Darling, that's your papa coming. Brother assure you, he won't scold you. There's no need to be afraid! Men need to be brave. If anyone's upset, Jason don't cry. Later that makes upset even casually," persuaded Deva while rubbing the child's hair gently.

"No! He's not my papa!" shouted the five-year-old boy with tears mixed with frustration.

"It can't be, baby. The ugliness of our parents .. We must remain polite and loving to them."

"Jason! Off!" Someone who closed the car door loudly earlier shouted out loudly.

Deva snorted in annoyance. Again and again, for the umpteenth time, he had to deal with men who always had disagreements with him because of the hit-and-run problem.

Slowly, Jason let go of his hand. Then rubbed the tears that made her cheeks so wet.

"Thank you, Brother ... Brother is very fragrant. At some point, Jason would hug Brother for even longer. Fragrant brother, reminds Jason of oma." The boy immediately ran away from the park, followed by another child earlier. Without further ado, the two baby sisters chased the two children.

"Basic .. the small ones are good at seducing women. There's obviously something imitated in his house" Deva continued. Intentionally with a rather loud voice. So that the God who has not yet moved from where he stood, can hear clearly.

"Don't ge-er you. You know what she doesn't smell like?" Ask Gods.

Deva ignored that silly question. Feeling unheeded, the God answered himself, "Like a decrepit kawula in general. Eucalyptus oil bushes that collaborate perfectly with koyo chilli. Can you imagine what the smell is like? It's like your scent now."

"Basic is unclear! pantes once his son crybaby, his father lemes gini," ledek Deva.

"What did you say? Your mouth is lemes. Anyway, why are you with Jason? You want to kidnap the kids? Or are you part of a pedophile?" Dewa strafed Deva with questions of accusation.

"Ck. despite not knowing, I'm grateful to care. Two kids were fighting, until Jason cried. No one broke up, as a good person, I couldn't possibly let two children threaten and hurt each other. Too busy or too tired? Until the babysister has no becus, it's still believed to take care of the child." Seloroh Deva's. Then lightly leave the gods.

Her mood suddenly fell apart. From the beginning tried to ignore, but now Deva was the same as God. Think meeting after meeting is bad luck.

The god stomped his feet in dismay, his eyes staring intently at Deva's back which was getting away from him.

"Basic strange woman! Everywhere there is him. Perhaps he was an angel-faced demon that God deliberately sent to test my patience and faith." The god got back in his car.

***

Along the way home, Deva had imagined going to linger in the bathroom. Just freshen up and massage his own shoulders with the pounding water from the shower. Tired of body and soul really feels squeezed a week lately.

Also, the desire to pamper yourself for a moment in the place of the body spa, what is the power of money greet him kindly just for the things that matter. Not stingy on yourself, but there are big dreams that are being achieved. Sparing lifestyle is a must, not an option.

Angan stay wishful thinking. Just now Deva set foot in the garage of the house, already greeted with a puddle of tears as high as the eyes of the foot that passed through him. Deva took off the shoes she was wearing, then put them in the car.

With a hasty move, Deva picked up the key inside her bag, then opened the door impatiently.

"Geez!" Deva until silenced her own mouth because she was too stunned by the condition of her home. If on the veranda only feet, different from the conditions in the house. The water is almost off the floor.

Deva took off and threw her sling bag just like that. His hands agilely rolled up the bottom of his pants so as not to get too wet.

Cans and dipper, become Deva's friend this time. Sweat splashed, making his hair look limp. His white cheeks became reddish like tomatoes due to strenuous exercise that was not intentionally done. It was not counted again how many times he went back and forth to throw water in the can into the bathroom.

Before continuing to drain the house, Deva rested himself for a moment. A glass of white water that he gulped up to the toilet, quite giving freshness.

"Bee .. Why is there so much water here. You forgot to turn off the tandon?" Ask a voice that is certainly very familiar in Deva's ears.

Deva glanced at Dave. The man took off his shoes. Without a word, Deva again began his activities draining the water on the floor. Obviously Deva wants to ignore the presence of her ex-lover just like that.

Quickly, Dave helps Deva's work. Although there was still not a single word spoken from Deva, Dave did not care at all. The man paused for a moment, looking for a source of water that resulted in an overflow of water. Seeing the water still full, he glanced at the water channel leading to it which was immediately turned off Deva once he knew his house was flooded. Dave tried to turn on the aqueduct, and sure enough, the water still flowed profusely even though the tandon was full.

"Your tandon automatic buoy is not working properly, Bee. That's why he keeps filling and spilling. Tomorrow I'll bring a handyman to fix."

Deva remains consistent not responding to Dave's explanation. He kept busy as if he was tireless. Even his strength was like many folds stronger than before.

After almost an hour more writhing with water, finally, there was no more puddles on the floor. Deva rushes to get a dry mop to make the floor back up.

"Rest! Let me finish it. Don't be so hard on yourself, Bee. Please, don't make me feel more guilty!" pinta Dave's.

Looking at Deva as she was now, whose heart did not hurt. The girl seemed to be pretending to deny her own body ache and fatigue.

Deva throws her mop onto the floor and deliberately stomps her feet to reinforce her frustration. Then ventured to return Dave's gaze cynically.

"Who asked you to feel guilty? I know very well my abilities, Bang. Don't act like you're the one who understands my condition the most. I'm not as weak as you think. My heart was broken, broken, sick, and badly wounded. But I realized, untenable, it was worth being let go and forgotten."

Deva was about to enter his room, but Dave's hand nimbly restrained the girl's arm. Not caring what happened before, Dave pulled Deva's body into his arms.

"Never forget me, Bee. No!" Dave kissed Deva's forehead gently.

"You're selfish, Bang .. selfish!" Deva's hand clenched and hit Dave's chest in a row.

"Hit me all you want, Bee. But don't stop loving me."

Deva is like a mannequin. Logic and heart are betraying each other. The hug was not crushed, but it was getting tighter.