Residual Flavour
The world is not wide
After Dave comes to Deva's house for two days in a row, the relationship slowly melts. Although not like before, at least Deva is not ketus and avoids Dave anymore.
Like this morning, Dave seemed to have been sitting quietly in the living room of Deva's house. He was ready to take his ex-girlfriend to the workshop. Knowing that the rear bumper of Deva's car was damaged by accident, Dave forced the woman who is still called 'Bee', carrying and handing over the car to the repair shop to process insurance claims.
"Are you ready?" Dave asked, the man's voice and gaze were just as gentle.
"It." Deva answered briefly.
Both of them immediately boarded their respective cars and drove simultaneously down the road to the workshop in question.
Arriving there, Deva immediately signed and gave the car data and some personal data. Not long after, he continued his journey to the office by hitching a ride in Dave's car.
"We haven't had breakfast together, Bee. Want to buy some porridge next to your office?" Dave glanced at Deva.
"No, Bang. Today is the first day a new CEO comes to work. I'm afraid I'm late. Mending I prepared everything to be perfect." Deva stared at the not-so-dense streets, a look as bright as one who was daydreaming.
"Oh ... Yes already. You eat bread, do not be late. Mama took me." Dave slowed down his car, his left hand fumbling back.
"No need, Bang. I can buy it in the cafeteria. Thanks," reject Deva.
Dave just smiled faintly and nodded. He had no intention of forcing Deva to accept his offer. Being able to come back this close was already grateful, it would be inappropriate for Dave to ask Deva to treat him the same way he used to.
"Bee, Mama asked me to meet Dira more often." Dave said it very carefully.
Deva tried to smile, even so forced. "It should. He's your fiancee, Bang. One more step, it can be said husband and wife."
Dave gulped his saliva roughly. His eyes were still focused on the road ahead. No more than two kilo meters away, both of them would arrive at Deva's office. A little sneaky, Dave reduced the speed of his car.
"I wish I had a big accident and lost my memory, Bee. Let everything about you I can forget. How can I start my relationship with Dira properly? If my heart is still intact for you" complained Dave.
Deva smiled cynically. "Too fast you said that, Bang. Still a matter of days. The road is still very long. We never know what will happen in the future. As time goes on, you will get to know Dira more deeply. Many things are initially forced and make us tormented, in fact can end with likes. Love for ordinary is real, not just a word."
Dave's speechless. The car had already entered the main gate of the office where Deva was making a living. No more words were spoken from the lips of both. Intentions want to share the unrest, in fact, the conversation opened by Dave is very painful for Deva.
As soon as Dave and Deva's car stopped in front of the lobby's door, Deva rushed to open the door.
"Thank you, Bang," said Deva, without looking back at the former lover's face.
***
The digital wall clock on the reception wall still shows at 07:25. The 36th floor looks crowded. Almost the entire secretary of the director has come, as well as the director himself. Starting from the Director of Finance, Director of Marketing, and Director of Engineering. Everyone is in their own room. I don't know what's done.
"Well! Not wrong, Mr Tino has also come?" Deva wondered in her heart. He was right, his boss was used to come around eight o'clock. But never this early. Eventually, Deva decides to step into the CEO's office.
"Good morning, sir. Morning really. I lost this morning" said Deva.
"Morning, Dev. You didn't lose the morning. I'm the one who owns the dateng. I'm gonna go get my personal stuff. Let it be later, the new CEO can instantly occupy this room." Tino's hand was busy putting some things into the box.
Deva begged her head for a sign of understanding. His eyes no longer see the various trinkets of Arsenal football team that became Tino's favorite. From the place of the ballpoint pen, drinking glass, mouse, table clock, and miniature statue of the legendary former Arsenal player-Thierry Henry, it is no longer on the table.
"Can I help you, sir?" Ask Deva. Not just a pleasantry.
"Nothing, Dev. Oh, ja. I promised you a special reward. I'll use a little of my fragrance to make your days easier. That's all I can do. To me, you are not just my assistant. You are like a sister to me. Don't erase my phone number, let alone block me. We'll exchange news to keep the friendship."
"Of course it's impossible, sir. The one who made me smarter than before. How could I be so bad. But--" Deva did not continue her sentence. The girl was suddenly like a person who was not feeling well.
"But what, Dev?"
"Ehm .. I have not prepared any souvenirs for you,"
"It can still be bought, you can go to the next mall at lunch. Later that night, we have a farewell party (farewell party). But it seems not only farewell, but at the same time welcome a new CEO. You could say, a welcome-separate event that left, someone must have come. That's how life is."
Deva smiled knot. Tino's words at the end of the sentence, as if to give an implied message to her. There's nothing wrong. As with birth and death, both will be felt by every living body. Man is born past his time and ends in death. So too with farewell. There will never be a word of separation, if there were no previous meetings.
"Then I go back to my room first, sir. I will think, what memories are suitable for Mr. Tino," said Deva. The girl turned around casually, then stretched her legs toward the door of the room.
When Deva was about to pull the doorknob, there was someone pushing the door from the outside. Fortunately, Deva realized that. Quickly, he stepped back two steps. If not, then his forehead will be the victim.
The door is wide open. Deva could not cover up her shock once she saw the figure walking behind Sashi-secretary Tino.
"No way! I hope it's not him. Why is the world so narrow? Really not as wide as a color pant," Deva said.