Residual Flavour
Towards a deal

"Why? Shocked? It's not me you're expecting here?" The god leaned his body on the door frame casually. His gaze clearly implied a very obvious sincerity.

Deva took a slightly heavy breath. "I'm being lazy to argue, sir. Please get out of my room, and let me rest."

The god folded his hands in front of his own chest. "Lazy arguing? Are you out of words to defend yourself? Deva-Deva.. haven't you felt smart all this time? What are you looking for exactly? Self-conscious, Dev. In a matter of hours, Dave will be someone else's husband. Should you two be in the room? Thankfully, only I saw. If others knew, their judgment would be much worse. Before you keep Dave feeling, you should think of yourself too."

Deva realized the truth from the words spoken by God. However, the logic is always lost if you have faced Dave. His mind and heart seemed to have been dominated by a great love.His heartache, sadness, and disappointment itself, as if it disappeared because all that came was about the feelings of the idol. Love is as easy as it makes a person stupid, blind, and deaf to the surroundings.

"Whatever, Father. I really want to rest." Deva forced his way in, and passed by the Gods just like that. "Please." the woman stretched out one hand outwards. As a hard code for the Gods to leave his place immediately.

"I'm definitely out without you to drive out, Dev. I don't want people to think you're more of a slut. We work in the same company. And it just so happens that you are directly under my judgment, please take care of each other's reputation. Keep people's prejudices to stay good." The god left Deva's room with definite steps. Enough to interfere too far.

Now, the Lord began to ask himself. Actually, what made him interfere so far. Really for Dira? Or is there another reason? The god scooped his hair violently. He did not expect to be in the position he is now. God longs for a time of freedom without being disturbed by the affairs of the heart that burden his own mind.

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The night is getting late. However, three pairs of eyes have not been able to close. Various positions are most comfortable to try. Don't know why? The sleepiness does not whack. Worry made it hard for the three of them to enter the dream realm.

The god with his unrest at the obscurity of feeling he now felt. Dave, with unpreparedness to face tomorrow. And Deva who hopes time goes by faster, so that she can get through everything as soon as possible. If just imagining it feels difficult, maybe by living it directly, it will even feel ordinary.

Until I saw the dawn prayer, none of the three men closed their eyes. Deva decided to splash her body under the shower that drained warm water. Hopefully, the burden on his mind, some of it decays and drifts away from the flow of water. Leaving only a few hours to go, his hopes on Dave-should really be buried deep.

On the other hand, Dave seemed to rest on the prayer mat with his hands looking up while closing his eyes. The man's lips clenched tightly. The recitation of the prayer and the series of requests, only he and God know enough. When he finished, he folded back his alphabet. Dave then threw his body on the soft mattress with a very rough movement.

The man ignored the sound of knocking from outside his room. Dave knows exactly who's coming. Marriage contracts carried out at an unusual time, make people want it to be prepared right now.

Yes, the marriage contract is done at six in the morning. A truly unorthodox time is chosen for something sacred. But who can resist Dira's will. Only Dave could. However, the man has been reluctant to fight against his future wife. His sanity, far more important-than debating something that leads to the word "It is sane who must indeed succumb."

For nearly five minutes Dave ignored the person who knocked on the door and called in front of his room. Finally, out of sheer unease, Dave was forced to open the door. The anxious raut of Agas instantly greeted him.

Dave had no intention at all to answer his papa's words. The man put his body back on the bed.

"Dav, come! Don't childish. We have come this far, lest you make the problem even wider," press Agas.

"It's still an hour, isn't it? Let Dave rest for a bit. Just change clothes, what's the trouble." Dave pretended to close his eyes.

"Dav, Papa knows, you did all this because you had to. But try to be better. Make papa proud of you, Dave. Even if mom and dad match you with Dira, it's not just because of Papa. She's not a random girl. Educated, cantii, and worth it." It was like he was pressing Dave.

Because he was embarrassed, Dave was back inching from his position. He stood straight up to face the papa. "There's no need to remind Dave to make Papa proud. Dave becomes even more incredulous that Papa is innocent. It should be, if it is not proven corruption, Papa does not need to make this deal, right? Don't take refuge under words of pride, Pa. Marriage itself, is not an achievement" Dave lazily opened his suitcase. He pulled out a simple white shirt from inside.

Agas noticed the Tuxedo suit hanging on the side of the cupboard open not far from where it stood. The man scrunched his forehead, as soon as he saw Dave was wearing the shirt he had just taken from the suitcase. However, Agas did not dare to protest. He let go of what Dave did as he pleased.

Until the unexpected time comes. The god, Deswita, and Deva sat on the first row of benches that had been provided for them. All the invitations that came, just waiting for the arrival of the groom and bride to enter the agreement area. Deva lowered her head so deeply. One hand squeezes the other hand as a distraction from the anxiety.

Rudi himself, seems to have occupied the bench next to the penghulu. Wearing a dark blue Tuxedo suit, the man actually looked dignified. It's just that, knowing his overly lenient attitude towards Dira and Nina, made that authority feel faint in the eyes of some people who knew him more closely.

The boisterous voice of the host, who called on the names of Dave and Dira to enter the place of agreement. Makes Deva more reluctant to hold his head. Deswita who was very sensitive, immediately rubbed Deva's back full of tenderness. It was as if the woman wanted to channel a spirit to Deva.

Dave and Dira walked together without holding hands. Behind them were Nina and Fira accompanying. Whether the concept is used, Dave's indifferent attitude makes Dira was forced to make adjustments here and there.

Dave's eyeballs keep moving wildly, he's looking for Deva's whereabouts. Dismissed with hope, may Deva not attend this wedding ceremony. Dave really could not afford to commit this cruel betrayal in front of the eyes of the woman he loved directly.

"Kok, the groom tumben dress is not matching the bride, yes, Jeng. Make sure, but really impressed without preparation," whispered one of Rudi's business colleagues who sat right behind Deva.

"Yes, handsome, but the shirt is like a job interview. Tuxedonya does not fit. Cook the class of Mr. Rudi, his son-in-law so," said one of the others.