Residual Flavour
A glimpse of the past

The god who felt Deva had already entered into his trap, chose to endure with a sad look covered in worry. In this way, his plan would definitely go smoothly without a hitch.

"Mr ...." Deva emphasized her voice rather loudly so that God would be aware of the natural feigned daydream.

"I'm fine, Dev." The god said it slowly. As if to get more empathy from the interlocutor.

"Thank God .. Is there any work I need to do? Otherwise, let me go back to my own room."

The words that Deva had just spoken, instantly made the confidence as well as the smile of victory in the heart of the God crumble. He who thought Deva would pursue him with questions that described curiosity, now had to swallow the bitter pill of disappointment.

"The ground is insensitive" said the God in a very slow voice. However, an expression of annoyance was clearly drawn from his face. If so, there is no other way than to start your own.

"Mr ...." Deva is back to God.

"Hmmm ...," replied the God lazily.

"What work should I do? Didn't you tell me to come here?" insist Deva.

"Dev, I'd like to ask you to accompany mama. Just a few days ahead. My mother was experiencing a fear of solitude. Ordinary, old man syndrome. Feel like being noticed and loved. But I also exist. But said mama, it is not appropriate for us to sleep together," said Dewa with difficulty because he had to dampen his prestige.

"Isn't there Jason?" Deva straightened her seat in order to return the unfocused gaze of God. For the first time, for some reason, Deva felt that the man in front of her was not in a confident state.

Stared intensely by Deva, making the Gods even more misbehavior. He grabbed the file he had read with a hasty gesture. Instead of helping to hide the fret, what had just been done by the Gods, it turned out to make his charms again fall in front of Deva.

"It looks like the method of learning the concentration of the Father has to be replaced. Reading files or readings in reverse condition, will obviously tire the eyes. There are still many ways to practice proper and fun concentration. Like meditation or yoga. In addition to practicing concentration, it can also be used to manage emotions well," said Deva. With a look of eyes that really make the gods increasingly wrinkled.

In the heart, the man condemns his own ignorance and ignorance. After going through so many years trying to find a comfort zone that can make him confident, today it all seems to crash just like that.

"No, this is not normal. I have to look at it professionally. I'm like this, definitely because I hate too much and hope to be admired. Okay, Dewa .. stare at him bravely. Don't drop yourself

like this." God speaks to himself in his heart.

Seeing the gods fall silent again. Deva also began to weigh the request of his superiors. Staying with the gods, must be thought out carefully. Meeting twelve hours sometimes has provoked his emotions, let alone more than that, he may have to consume cucumbers at any time.

"You can go back to your room. Let me find someone else. Although I know, you are what my mother expected to accompany her. Obviously I don't want to force."

"All right, I'm ready, sir. But after work, I have to pick up some of my clothes at home. After that, I will definitely come to my father's house."

Deva's answer is the beginning of a new hope for a mother. Yes, from that day on, Deva accompanied Deswita's night very well. The two were always in a warm and intense conversation. Three nights together, make Deswita sure, in addition to well-Deva is also a very strong figure and a firm holder of loyalty.

As of this moment, after dinner-Deswita and Deva spent time by talking on the balcony of the mama's room of the Gods. Both of them spend time before they both fall asleep by discussing many things.

"Dev, can Mades ask you for help?" ask Deswita carefully.

"If I could, I would definitely do it, Mades."

"Mades wants you to make sure of one thing. Mades will give you an address. Just ask the neighbors around, whether who lives in the house is indeed a woman named Pomegranate." the view of Deswita glare like a daydreaming person.

Deva swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. The twenty-four hours he spent on himself were not enough. So many plans that have not been done because of various limitations. Plus one request Deswita, no matter what else to put aside. Refusing outright, is also very unlikely.

"Why not God, Mades?" Deva ventured to ask the question.

Deswita shook her head weakly. Then the woman said, "Mades does not want to hurt the heart of a God who may not have healed perfectly. Mades only thought about Jason's fate. Mades is getting older, Mades' body is not as healthy as it used to be. Jason is not God's responsibility. Mades was afraid, Jason's status would complicate the relationship between God and any woman of his choice someday.

Deva shifted the buttocks until her body position is now not spaced with Deswita. The arms of the two women were stuck together.

"Mades was married three times, Dev. Don't think because Mades is a flirtatious woman who is a hobby of changing men. Obviously not because of that. The first husband of Mades-his father God, left us since the skin of God is still red. He chose to live with his second wife. Not long after that, Mades married Mas Dirga-Doctor son who handles Gods since his age has not even been a day. He who is gentle, painstaking, and affectionate with God, makes Mama lulled. But, again, Mama was betrayed." Deswita took a heavy breath.

Deva reached out to hold Deswita's hand. The palm felt cold and wet, even a little trembling. Increasingly asserted, that the wound that was broken in Deswita's heart, is not a joke. Just by telling the outline of her past alone, the female body had reacted that deeply.

"Mades and Mas Dirga divorced when the Gods entered the age of Junior High. Divorce hurt God so deeply. He who used to be noticed by Mas Dirga, immediately seemed out of control. The lack of self-confidence and physical condition of the Gods, far from being as attractive as they are now, drowned him in books rather than caring about socializing. Bullyan scattered and thronged over." Deswita returns to pause her story.

Deva gently rubbed the back of Deswita's hand that was bowing her head so deeply. Just hearing a piece, it made Deva feel the tightness that Deswita felt. The human-perhaps experiment has indeed been rooted in accordance with its portion by the Ruler of nature. Those who look abundant in wealth and luxury, not necessarily his life has been shrouded in peace.

Each person has their own way of life which is said to have been outlined long before the spirit is blown. There are destinies that can be changed, some that cannot.

"And Jason----,"