Residual Flavour
Dira's Rage

"Sit down, Dave," said the Lord, as soon as the man had sat beside Dira with compulsion.

"Sister, invitation, plane ticket, pick up and hotel where my brother stayed I sent whatsapp Kak Dewa. Everything is clear. For clothes fittings, you can come to your mama's subscription boutique. Take Deva, yes, brother. Fortunately, I am sensitive. So before knowing your closeness, I've arranged for all of you not to go far. But remember, brother! Halalin first, despite waking up the romantic atmosphere of our wedding later, do not take Deva strange." Dira continued to speak regardless of his two interlocutors who were not interested at all in what he said.

"Why is Deva here?" Without hesitation, Dave immediately asked God.

"Are you okay? You ask about other women in front of your future wife. That's so crazy." The god threw a cynical look at Dave.

"My harmony has been lost since suddenly a woman forced and thrust herself to be my wife." Dave answered casually.

Dira immediately stood up. "Look at me all right, Dave. Lookie! I also have a limit of patience. I'll make sure you love me. Wait for that moment to arrive. Don't hate me so much. Because the distance to hate and care is very thin" said Dira confidently.

"If you have not finished arguing, please continue until satisfied . Let's assume your business is done. I received your invitation well. Now I want to rest." A careless, but lazy, debating god soon leaves Dave and Dira.

"I don't think about how you graduated to become a doctor. With your attitude and attitude like this, I doubt your competence. You really need a psychiatrist." Dave intends to leave the place where Dira is.

Unexpectedly, just a few steps away from Dave, there was the sound of fragments of objects being deliberately slammed onto the floor accompanied by a hysterical scream Dira. Dave turned around. With wide steps, the man approached the future wife. Dave tried to quell Dira's rampage.

"Stop, Dira. You're fuckin', anyway? You don't deserve to behave like this. Control your emotions," Dave said as he held Dira's body by holding her from behind. The woman continued to thrash, wanting to slam all the objects that appeared before her eyes.

"I don't need a psychiatrist. I'm not crazy. You guys are crazy! I'm not crazy." Dira kept saying that over and over again.

Deva and Deity who located his room not far from the second floor family room also reflexed out. Both of them could clearly hear Dira's deafening scream.

"Dira .. control yourself. Look, Brother. Istighfar .. Nobody said you were crazy. Everything's fine." The god touched both of Dira's arms gently.

Deva budging. His heart felt increasingly tight. Not felt, Deva's tears also shed. He could clearly see Dave's sad and depressed face. Looking at the current Dira, Deva really felt pity.

Nina, Rudi, and Deswita also came up. Nina and Rudi looked calmer than the others. What they see now is not strange and first for them. Although in fact, Dira has long not been this emotional.

"What's up, Nyil?" Deswita was driven to Dira who was still in a condition held by Dave. The god himself only held Dira's arm while continuing to invite his cousin to speak slowly.

"Maybe Dira is too emotional and uplifting. Understand, lately, he's tired of taking care of wedding preparations. Let's just take Dira home." Rudi approached Dira casually, then the man asked Dave and God to keep their bodies away from the child.

"Dira's not crazy, Pa. Dira doesn't need a psychiatrist. She wants to, Dave. Papa knows, right?" Dira's gaze was so clear when she saw her papa.

All speechless. Deva turned her face to the other side to wipe away her tears that continued to fall without warning. Simultaneously, Dave and the Gods saw what Deva was doing. The two men compactly thought they wanted to hug the fragile figure. Aware of the impossibility, the God approached and whispered something to his mother.

"We're going home, right? The bride-to-be should be beautiful. Dave is just for you, baby. Papa has promised, papa must always keep. We go home yes. There's Dave too. Want to go down with mom papa? Or the same Dave?" Rudi was so patient and painstaking when facing Dira.

"Dave." Dira answered briefly.

Rudi looked at Dave expectantly. No words were said from the man's lips. His eyes and body language clearly stated so.

A little awkwardly, Dave rubbed Dira's hips. Then he walked with his face down following Dira's slow footsteps. Dave did not have the determination to look at Deva who was now standing next to Deswita.

Dave's desire to keep Deva's feelings, it was not understood by Dira. In her chaotic state, the woman seemed to be aware of her victory. Dira halted his steps while tightly gripping Dave's right hand which was wrapped around his hip.

"No why your love is not for me. Most importantly, after I will, I am the woman who is your responsibility for a lifetime. Just me, Dave. Not your past. The sanctity of your past love, still the sacred bond of our marriage." After saying this, Dira walked back.

Dave was eager to remove his hand from Dira's hip, but the woman went further. Deliberately, Dira walked while leaning his head on Dave's arm. A sneaky smile flimsy from Dira's lips.

Because it was not good, Deswita and Dewa drove his guests to the front door. Deva, of course, ran straight to the bathroom. Only that place was comfortable to shed her sadness at this moment. If he were in his own house, all he would do right now was scream as loud as possible.

Not until waiting for the car that Dave, Dira, Nina and Rudi boarded moved out of the yard. Deswita and the Gods immediately returned to the house towards the second floor where their respective rooms were located.

"Ma ...." The god called his mother doubtfully.

"Mom knows, Nyil. You just calm down. Mama will accompany Deva through her sad." Deswita quickened her pace.

Arriving in front of Deswita's room, the woman remained silent for a moment. The gods do the same. Both of them are in front of the door.

Deswita slowly opened the door of her room. His head looked up first to see the situation inside. Not finding Deva's whereabouts, making the woman immediately panic. He opened his door wide and walked quickly through every corner in his room.

"Nickens! Deva no, Nyil ... Gt ...." Deswita shouted as she continued to walk back and forth in confusion.