Residual Flavour
God's Bait

"The highest promise in a relationship is the pledge or commitment of marriage, Bang. Betrayed or not, if you have recited it for someone else, like whatever my promise was - what happens next is the agreement that you say. There are thousands of other promises. Even in the Quran or in the shroud there is no meaning." Deva stiffened her heart as she said it.

Dave could say nothing more. What he just heard was true. The sacred promise of marriage that is strung together in the contract, should not be just a ceremony. There is a series of responsibilities, rights and binding obligations thereafter. Love is not love-forced or willing, that is the reality that must be accepted.

"I'll go back to the office first. Good luck until your wedding day arrives." Deva rushes to leave Dave who can only flinch at the back of the woman he loves so much.

"I left such deep wounds and sorrow, Bee. Ii'm sorry. Until this moment, I still hope that miracles and justice apply to us. If fate says we must be like this, let love remain here." Dave muttered inwardly as he touched his chest with one hand.

***

Before returning to the 36th floor, Deva tidied up her appearance first. His cheeks were still blushing red from the direct sunburn. Therefore, Deva abandoned her intention to wash her face. After reflecting and making sure she was as beautiful as usual, she stepped up to drown herself in work again.

Deva's footsteps stopped when Sashi, who had already arrived first, told him to go straight to the Gods. Hearing this, Deva stood still like a mannequin. He was reluctant to meet the man. There were worries he was struggling with. Given that the professional task has been done well, Deva began to guess-summons this time, must have been related to his personal problems with Dira earlier.

"Dev .. game, gih. Don't underestimate my value in front of Mr. Ewa." Sashi raised the volume of his voice slightly. Seeing the way he stood and the look on Deva's face, he could guess exactly, his friend must be lazy to go in there.

"Thank you for your life, Shi. Do not put your satisfaction on the judgment of others, let alone your Ewa. Too random. Can be long-lasting," seloroh Deva while turning around and waltzing casually. Just a few steps away, Deva arrived at the door of the room that had been five years into a second workspace for him. Before opening the door, as usual, Deva knocked on the rectangular object in front of her first.

Hearing the sound of knocking on the door, the Deity rushed back to occupy the seat of his greatness. His hand snatched the file in the top stack on the table.

"Someone knocked on the door, Nyil. Mama just go home, okay? Mama's gonna call Deva." Deswita started to look agitated. Even if he came at the will of the Gods, there was still an unpleasant feeling that plagued the woman's mind. The position of CEO who is held by God, is not just the highest position structurally. The responsibility is not limited to achieving high numbers for the company's profits. However, more than that, God must be able to set a good example for his subordinates in behaving and behaving professionally.

God deliberately does not chimed in Deswita's words. In just a matter of not five fingers, he was sure the door of the room would open and display the figure that had been anticipated.

"Mades ...," said Deva to Deswita. The woman immediately kissed the back of the god's mama's hand.

"Mades just came to take a prescription drug that's laughing to the Gods. The body of the Mades is a bit less fit. Sleep less well last night. It's been a few days like waking up in the middle of the night." Deswita immediately gave an explanation without waiting for a question from Deva. Knowing exactly, his son's personal assistant would be unlikely to question his whereabouts there.

"Made to pray, Mades," Deva politely timpal said.

Deswita replied to Deva with a sincere smile. The tail of his eyes glanced towards the God who was still pretending or actually checking the files. The face of the child was not clear. Only the forehead is visible.

Deva's question was as formal as ever, forcing the Gods to lower the file that had covered his face. The man seemed to be thinking. Then he stood up and approached his mother.

"Mom's coming home first, yeah. The gods must have come home in time. God will find another friend for Mama. Don't be sad anymore." The god suddenly hugged Deswita.

"Basar brazen child. His mother was made bait. Just look at you, Nyil. Mama will make you eat your own words." Deswita swore in the heart. His left hand pinched the waist of the God, making the child grimace to hold the felt waist.

"The anther god is ahead. Don't be sad. Mama's ugly if her face is so grim."

A pinch back landed on the Lord's hip. Deva is just an observer. The woman is still looking for the sad face of Deswita. Throughout his vision, Deva had found no look of sadness at the CEO's mother at all.

The god stretched out his embrace while helping Deswita to stand up. "Yeah!" bring him.

"Mades go home, Dev. I'll see you tonight. There's so much that Mades wants to tell you for a little chest relief. Knowing having a boy is hard to talk to casually, Mades will adopt ten girls." Deswita began to improvise. Of course this is done to build compassion in the mind of Deva.

"Yes, Mades. We'll finish our story tonight." Deva gave a warm and sincere smile to Deswita.

Not wanting to waste any time, and taking too long to play the drama, Deswita lowered the hand of God from her shoulder while saying, "No need to transfer, it looks like you have an important job. Mama's home. Remember your promise, Nyil. Find a bedmate for your mom. Just a few days." Deswita glanced one eye at the son.

The mother of the God immediately rushed out of the room with increasing suspicion. The woman was very sure, her only son, had started to fall in love. It's just that, prestige, and possibly trauma, hold the feelings themselves back from progressing.

After the door of the room was closed tightly. The gods also more consistently put on a face of worry. However, it was not the God of his name if it did not wrap him up a little with arrogance. Clearly he wanted Deva to ask him why he was acting this way.

"Can I help you, sir?"

The question that was thrown from Deva, was definitely not the question that he expected. God invites his brain to work harder-thinking-looking for ways to start saying his offer without having to drop his pride and show excessive concern.

"Mother of the same mind, Mades?"

"Finally..," cried the God, inwardly.