Residual Flavour
Residual wound of taste

Deva also got up from her seat. What seems like it should not be surprising. As a cousin of the Gods, coming to the house may indeed be common and commonplace for Dira. And as the prospective husband of the woman, it is clear that the existence of Dave with Dira, is also not extraordinary.

Dave gulped his saliva rough. Although in his chest a jealous rumble began to be earthy, he tried to be calm. Finding Deva with the Gods, might not be something strange if it happened during working hours. But now? Obviously asked in Dave's mind. Not for a moment he knew Deva, the woman he loved so much, it was not easy to involve himself with others in terms of personal affairs.

"Wow .. surprise, it seems, someone is starting to deket nih," continued Dira while glancing at Dave. She wanted to make sure there was upset and disappointment on her future husband's face.

The reflex god shifted his legs to the side near the position of Deva. He had never been in a position like the one experienced by the personal assistant, however, his heart did not die. God still has empathy, to just be able to understand what Deva feels now. If his hands are able and appropriate to hold Deva's hand, surely at this time he will do.

Dave stared intensely at Deva. The man seemed to be demanding an answer. Just wanted to make sure, that he never misjudged a Deva. Whatever the reason the former beloved was in the house of God, it was certainly not because of the special relationship between Deva and God. There must be another reason stronger. With the attitude and determination that you have, Deva certainly will not be that easy to move your heart to God.

"You're pinter too, Dev. I don't mind at all if we have to be cousin-in-law. You're lucky to get Brother Dewa. So it's not wrong of me to make you guys groomsman and bridesmaid at my wedding?" cerocos Dira as he approaches the Gods and Devas.

Hearing Dira's words, Dave immediately turned his gaze towards Dira. The man rushed to step foot equal to the position of Dira. Then, Dave tightly gripped his fiancee's arm.

"What do you mean, Dir? Is it not enough to force all your will on me? Why did you involve Deva in our wedding? Remember, Dir! If that happens, I'll make sure our wedding never happens" Dave threatened.

The god lowered Dave's hand from Dira's arm in a rough motion. "Don't hurt Dira in front of me, Dave. Speak, without hurting her physique."

Deva just stood there. His feet felt so heavy to walk. Like someone was holding himself back from holding on to his current position. It's too late to avoid. There is no choice but to face what is now in sight.

"Don't overdo it, Dave. Deva offered to be my friend. Soo, being a bridesmaid on her friend's happy day, isn't something strange, is it?" deny Dira.

Dave shook his head strongly. "Try thinking about your crazy idea again, Dir. Making your Deva bridesmaid, it will obviously sink you even more. What Deva has in her is much more interesting to admire. And don't blame me, if it's not your hand that I'm holding until I guarantee it's really happening."

Dira returned Dave's sharp gaze to her. "Do it if you want something to happen to your papa, Dave. Remember, it's not over. You have control, I am the same. Besides, why are you bothering. Deva doesn't mind at all. One more thing, Dave. Don't ever underestimate me. Look at me the right way. Your world of Deva is over. Wake up from your dreams, Dave. Accept reality, I'm the only one you deserve to admire."

"favorable to admire? The way you show love makes me even more nauseous, Dir. Love is not forced like this. You can laugh triumphantly for successfully marrying me. But one thing you must remember, never complain let alone complain to others if our marriage will never be the same as another marriage." Dave looked so puffed up.

"Go back to your mother's room." God said it out loud to Deva.

Even if it is subtle, the sentence is still clearly heard in the other ear. Of course, due to the distance between their current positions, there was nothing more than three steps.

"Huh? I'm not wrong, am I, brother? To mama's room? I seem to have missed a lot of information. Your relationship has even come so far. I didn't expect it at all. This is very good news." Dira looks so sumringah.

If Dira is so happy with the closeness of Deva and Deity, unlike Dave, the confidence in his judgment is now beginning to waver. Not because of doubting Deva's love for him. But more because of concerns about a relationship based on compromise or agreement. Dave was very unwilling if that happened. Better, seeing Deva really love others, weighted she must watch her beloved woman forge a false bond. Experiencing it himself, made him learn quickly.

"Dev ...." The gods call once again.

With heavy steps, Deva swung her legs slowly. Inwardly, he cursed a weakness that was so emblazoned with reality. Supposedly, Deva could be tougher than this. But reality speaks another. He always had trouble controlling himself if there was Dave in front of him.

Just as it passed Dave, the man's hand held Deva's wrist. "Why, Bee?"

Just ask me that's all Dave can say. Now, the two people who are forced to give up love for a good name are staring at each other with wounds. Deva's head seemed to be shaking softly.

"I'm okay, Bang. See you on your wedding day." Deva took Dave's hand off his wrist. Then hurriedly walked away leaving the other three with a thousand steps. Hiding a crammed clear hair wants to immediately wet the cheeks.

The god turned his face to the other side. Seeing Deva's gaze so deep, his heart felt pained. Don't know why? Maybe it is just excessive empathy or there are other feelings that are hidden secretly.

Dira smiled cynically. "Love of any size, will run aground if it is not his soul mate. Realize it, Dave."

The man called by his name by Dira was breathing so deeply. He tried to be patient and control himself in front of the Gods. As a fellow man, Dave began to see the figure of his future cousin-in-law began to have a taste for Deva.

"Quite struggling. Let's talk like a family. We want to deliver the invitation officially and directly." Dira without feeling any sin, pulled the hand of God towards the sofa.