Residual Flavour
Clarity about Jason

Deswita did not continue her words. The sudden appearance of a God without knocking on the door first, made him completely shocked.

"A-what's up, Nyil?" asked Deswita, a little stammered. In his mind there was an emergency. If God finds out he told Deva the past, it could be that God will be angry and also hurt. Now, Deswita only hopes that her only child does not hear her talk with Deva.

"There's Om Rudi downstairs," God replied as he slammed his butt on the single sofa opposite Deswita and Deva's couch.

"Oh, tumblr. Same aunt Nina too?" Deswita stood up.

"Complete plus one more person bonus. Mama met them first," said Dewa while bowing to take a jar filled with balinese nuts on the table.

"Well, what are you doing here? Virgin and jaka should not be in the room alone. Pamali." Deswita pulls Deva's hand to go with her.

The god immediately put back the jar that had not been opened back on the table. The man hurriedly held back Deva and Deswita's steps. "No, Ma. Don't bring Deva down. This is an important family affair. Remember, Deva's here her position is just as Mama's friend."

The god gave a reasonable reason to prevent Deva from going down. The man is avoiding the inner conflict that will certainly occur if Deva to join his mother.

Deswita confirmed some of the words of the Gods. He did not know the purpose and purpose of the arrival of his only puppet sister. Already since the last six months, they did not greet each other or just exchange news. The sale of part of the shares of the family company that Rudi did secretly, really made Deswita hurt. Not because you want to maintain wealth, let alone greedy by mastering it yourself. Deswita simply disagreed with the path her sister took. The money from the sale, used by Rudi only to finance his self-nomination campaign as one of the regional heads in the last region of Java.

"Yes, Mama get off first. But you guys don't go in the room alone. If you want to talk here, don't close the door. Or on the balcony of the living room there, it is safer. Let there be no prejudice between us." Deswita immediately stepped out of the room.

Deva is like losing a move in a chess game. He was not in his own territory, making him unable to do much. Three days in the house of God, only the dining room, kitchen, living room, and room Deswita ever visited. Inevitably, he now followed the steps of the Gods towards the balcony of the family room on the second floor.

"Why nervous? Ordinary times. I'm not going to do anything. You are by no means my type," pressed the Deity arrogantly.

Deva just smashed her lips full of annoyance. Wanting to argue the words of the Gods, but he was lazy to speak at length. He pointed to a wooden wicker chair on the right side of the balcony. Signifies Deva has to sit there. Without a word, Deva simply complied.

"Dev .. I want to talk seriously about you. It's not that I consider you good or worthy of hearing something I shouldn't share with others. I did this because of my mom. My opinion of you is still the same. You're just my subordinate, in the office or in this house. Not arbitrary or evil, in fact, I pay you." The god sat himself in the same chair as his personal assistant.

Deva smiled faintly when she heard God say that. "Father need not remind me of my position like that. I know what I have to put myself into. If I were a woman who doesn't know herself, I'd definitely call you "Nyil", just like Mades called you."

"please," said Deva.

"I heard what Mom told you a moment ago. I'm sure, without even asking for help, you can close the story. I'm here to tell you one thing." The god took a deep breath. The palm of his right hand seemed to be stroking the chest of his own field. That's why he's reluctant to talk about the past. Not a word had been said yet, the God had already felt a tightness.

"Please don't let me talk about Jason again. Of the many wounds that you feel, the presence of Jason is the one that scratches the deepest and longest wounds. I'll tell you a little about Jason. But make sure, you don't discuss the boy with Mama." The god looked at Deva deepening.

"Jason is the son of my mother's third husband. A child born of the depraved morals of an ignorant husband. When the mother had a mild stroke, instead of supporting and helping her heal, the man sought a lustful impingement on one of our servants. Until she got pregnant." The god tried to catch his breath. It has been so long, but remembering it still creates a nelangsa that provokes emotions of anger as well as sadness.

"Not being responsible, the brengssek man was even off the responsibility. He's running away. Since then, we never knew of his whereabouts again. You must be wondering why Jason's living with us." Again, the gods paused the story. Just want to make sure the expression or reaction shown by Deva.

"The age of the woman who gave birth to Jason was very young. Still under me, it could be your age. That's why my mom doesn't. Although heavy, finally mom took Jason and took care of him until now. And that woman disappeared like she swallowed the earth after giving birth to Jason." God ends the story.

Deva looked stunned. The world holds so many mysteries. He thought his life story was the most beautiful. However, out there, it turns out there are still many sad stories that are full of pain, even leaving a trauma that is so imprinted.

"This time, I humbled myself before you, Dev. I beg. Distract your mom if she wants to tell you about her past. Especially when it comes to Jason. Try not to respond. As much as possible, just switch the conversation. You still have to take medicine to get to sleep every night."

Deva nodded gently. Deva's eyes, which had been sharp, now began to dim warm up. All this time, he had been so quick to judge the figure of a God. And it could be, the assessment is wrong.

"Why don't we ever talk about this. Don't let Mama know that I heard her outpouring of heart at you. Mama's talking to you, not because I'm a bad talkative. Mama just doesn't want to go back to scraping the wound together. About the name and address of the woman your mother asked you to make sure, let me take care of it later. You get it, right, Dev?"

"Of course, sir. I understand it very well" said Deva.

Again and again, Deva had to acknowledge the kindness of a God. The strong relationship of affection of a mother and child, clearly illustrated in the figure of Deswita and also God. Where the two are still protecting each other and guarding in the middle of the wound that is attached in each other's hearts.

The god stood up and wanted to walk away. But when he turned around, his steps stopped.

"Sister De--," The faces of the two people who approached the God were suddenly changed-realizing there was a figure of Deva there.