Residual Flavour
A body without soul

Dira returned Dave's sharp gaze boldly. The woman, not the slightest feeling slapped with the words of her future husband. The arrogance and selfishness that Dira possessed, really made him numb.

"It's up to you to insult me like anything, Dave. In the end, this person you despised was your wife. And the woman you adore is only the past. No matter how high you put him in your heart, he still won't be who you are."

Dave flicked his shoulders with cynical throbbing lips. From the beginning of the meeting, his little heart had already felt that Dira was not a sincere woman. On the first day of her engagement, she was able to confirm that even a fingernail of Dira would not be able to shift Deva from her heart.

"I can't wait to marry you, Dir. Really, seeing you like this, I so want to make you immediately aware and feel-what it's like to have without being loved. Let's see, to what extent you'll survive. Don't think it'll be any easier after this. The bond of marriage, will not make me submit to all your will. I have my own rules."

Dira rumbles to see Dave step back away from him. The woman then stomped her feet so irritated. "You're gonna regret treating me like this, Dav. We've been fooling around a long time. When did you realize that?" yells

Dave still heard Dira's screams clearly. However, the man was reluctant to chimed in. Being stupid and pretending not to feel that he is being yelled at is the best way to keep his emotions in the moment.

Dira can't do much, he's no longer chasing Dave. The woman is actually also self-defeating, the more days, she is increasingly unable to control her attitude and behavior. The flames of anger were getting more and more explosive and provoked without direction.

****

At exactly five o'clock fifteen minutes, Dewa, Deva, and Deswita set foot at Denpasar's Ngurah Rai Airport. Everyone who saw, could have thought the three were a family. The god looked like a child and also a husband on standby. The man scooped two suitcases each in his left right hand. While on the back of God, there is a backpack of his own. The two women in front of him, sauntered leisurely without any burden except for the bag that draped on the shoulder. Indeed, Deswita's orders this time made the Gods unable to act as powerful as usual.

The three immediately entered the pickup car that was already in the airport pick up area. They continued their journey to the hotel where they stayed and where they will hold a meeting until the wedding reception of Dira and Dave.

Deswita felt Deva's hands getting wet and cold. As hard as Deva tried to toughen up, it turns out his eyes and physical can not help lying.

"You don't have to force yourself like this, Dev. If you can't afford to be Dira's companion, don't do it. There is no need for you to do it. Don't lie to yourself, Mades has pretended like this, it doesn't just hurt. But it also makes us seem to lose everything."

Deva leaned her head against Deswita's shoulder. The words of the woman who now considers him a child are true. However, Deva is not the name, if you have to step back and renege on a promise that has been said.

"No, Mades. I want to try to make peace with reality. Even if I avoid it, things will not change again. Time will not wait for the pain in my heart to subside. He keeps walking, no matter I'm ready or not."

After Deva said that, Deswita did not say anything more. Only his left hand still faithfully embraces and rubs Deva's shoulder affectionately.

Breaking the silence that only disturbed the sound of honking and roaring vehicles from outside, Dewa played his favorite DJ music with a fairly loud volume.

"There's a new club, sir. If you want, I can drive you tonight. It's not far from here" the driver offered his services to the man sitting in the seat beside the wheel.

"really? But the club's name must be more or less the same." The gods chimed in casually.

"This club is a little different from the others, sir. The ote-ote dancers there, not only women, but also there are men. And they're no imported products, all native locals." Driver glanced at the gods. Seeing that there was interest in the look on the passenger's face.

"A-ote?" ask God, curious about the new term he heard.

A moment later, the God looked back, he saw the mother glaring perfectly.A hard-coded prohibition given by the mother, not kidding.

Arriving at the hotel, Dewa, Deva, and also Deswita enter their respective rooms. They can take a break or immediately get ready to attend the event. Tonight, there is a banquet held by the Dira family by the beach.

***

Time passes by so quickly for one who never expects the presence or occurrence of a moment. The same is felt by Deva. Wearing a long white dres with my side sleeves, she stepped reluctantly to leave her room. Now, Deva begins to doubt her own stubbornness. If only for the dinner party, Deva's heart is as thick as this, what about tomorrow?

"O Allah, give me strength. I'm trying to accept all your destiny. So please, open my heart to accept the reality." Deva took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly while pressing the doorknob down.

When the door was wide open, Deva's eyes were immediately greeted by a sad-faced man. His gaze showed so much hurt. Without cue, the figure that was none other than Dave was, hugging Deva who was still fluttering in the doorway tightly.

"Borrow your shoulder for a second, Bee. I'm tired, so tired ...." Dave closed his eyes, feeling the fragrance from his hair as well as from Deva's distinctive body. So soothing, the embrace was so deep and warm. Unknowingly, Deva returned Dave's embrace even tighter.

Realizing they were still in a position to be seen and making the person who saw it misunderstand, Dave stretched his arms and invited Deva to go back into the room. Dave closed the door with his foot. He was so reluctant to take off his hand on Deva.

"Don't go, Bee. I don't want to see you get hurt" said Dave. His hands stretched out to pull Deva's hair dangling covered part of the beautiful woman's cheeks.

"Go or not, I've been hurt, Bang," replied Deva. His voice began to shake.

Dave moved his one-handed position to hold Deva's hip very possessively. The chest of the two stuck perfectly not spaced. They threw such deep gazes at each other with meaning. Love and hurt, clearly drawn there.

"I'm sorry, Bee. I shouldn't be like this. I must've made your wound even more gawking. I can't deny my heart at all. Take Dave's soul and love wherever you want. My life with the real me, it's enough to get here." Dave kissed Deva's forehead gently, letting her lips, clinging long there.

"I'm sincere if you're happy, Bang. I'd be sicker if I saw you like you." Deva closed her eyes, then gulped with difficulty.

"I'm just a piece of meat that just happens to be alive. My soul has been snatched away by those who feel capable of exchanging treasures with taste. My love, just stop at you," said Dave.

Deva puts her index finger on Dave's lips. His head was shaking strongly. "Time's still long, Bang. Don't break your own story. We will fight together out of this torment."

Dave lowered Deva's finger from his lips and then gripped the hand tightly. "If forgetting you was as easy as falling in love, I wouldn't be this broken. Teach me to hate you, Bee. Name a reason that could make me leave you unharmed."

A clear thread was shed without any cue to wet Deva's cheeks. His hands were getting tighter and tighter hugging the body of the man he still loved whole.

Dave bit his own lower lip, he had to control himself with great difficulty. Inside the room together Deva was in a very sad state. Presenting a demon that did not get tired of seducing him to do more. However, Dave's good side kept reminding and whispering the word "Don't". Right, because he doesn't want to tarnish tonight with a napkin that will only disguise Dave's love's sincerity.

"Hug me, Bee...."