Residual Flavour
Sah

The voices of the two women who were talking to each other reached Deva's ears. However, his guts had yet to be gathered perfectly to see reality with his own eyes. Deswita still faithfully rubbed Deva's back. Not experiencing, but his heart could feel what Deva was feeling eloquently. Three times abandoned the man he loved because of another woman, making him afraid of betrayal and heartache. Although, her story and Deva's story are very different. Whatever it was, the one whose name was abandoned and the loss of a lover of heart, clearly left a deep wound.

The god turned his head lazily backwards, his lips twisting a slick smile. "This is the marriage you dreamed of, Dir? You guys look pathetic. That smile of yours, out of balance with Dave's face being so stiff and cold. May this be my only feeling, "please hope the god of the heart.

The white shirt without a suit that Dave wore, matched with black pants, was indeed not too bad if it was a wedding in certain circles. However, this is the agreement of Dira Gracella and Dave Sebastian. Both are specialist doctors, Dira is the only daughter of the main director of a company engaged in coal mining. A family company with share owners is Rudi and Deswita, as well as two other people who are also relatives.

Dave himself is the only son of a former chief director of one of the major state-owned companies. Which now began to penetrate into politics by becoming the Board of Trustees of one of the new parties that are sticking out its name.

Yes, with the background that each family has. Dave's appearance could be said to be too what it was.

Passing the row of benches occupied by Deva, Dave stopped his steps. Although he did not turn his head, the man's eyes clearly pointed to whom. If all eyes are not on him, if there is no good name parents that he has to take care of, want it to feel like Dave hugging a woman who is still at home subduing her head.

Understanding Dave's agitation that began to unsettle, Dira immediately took a look at the man's arm possessively, and invited Dave back to continue the leg swing that only left a few steps to the table where the agreement.

"Why can you destroy your own child's future? This is not the form of love, you kill Dira slowly," said Deswita, also only in the heart.

Romantic music without the vocals Dira chose, as if not build any romantic atmosphere. Not a few of the invitations present, can catch the irregularities in the wedding they attended this time.

Finally, Dave arrived at the seat in front of the penghulu. Before long, the officer immediately questioned Dave with some questions that were only answered with the words "Yes" and "No" by Dave.

The sound of music is turned off, alternating with the sound of the host telling him that the contract process is about to begin. As Deva's eyes closed, she set her breath more regularly to calm down.

"You're strong, Dev. Refresh your heart, and hold your head up. Look at reality bravely. It is no longer possible to run. Look with your eyes, put away for a moment all your thoughts and feelings. Just look and listen." Deva spoke to herself in her heart.

Slowly, Deva straightened her neck. Then he turned to Deswita who was looking at him gently. The god sitting next to his mother, only glanced at Deva with the tail of his left eye. He wanted to give support by holding the woman's hand. But, self-conscious, who is he?

"I married and married, my son, Dira Gracella bint Rudi Soedjipto to you Dave sebastian, with the dowry of a house paid in cash." Rudi's loud voice with a loudspeaker, diverting the focus of Deva, Deswita, and the God who had not been fixed on the agenda table.

"I accepted the marriage and marriage of Deva Magnolia bint Amar Poernama with the dowry paid in cash." Dave said it so fluently with one breath.

Rudi jerked Dave's hand to wake up from his mistake. However, the man who was one step away from becoming his daughter-in-law increasingly challenged him with a glare of guiltlessness. Dira who was sitting next to Dave exactly, elbowed the arm of the future husband rather hard. Despite his annoyance and embarrassment, he should still cover with an elegant smile.

"Dave's not your soul mate, Dev. God must have prepared another figure who will love you more than Dave. Strong, Deva must be strong" whispered Deswita, just behind Deva's earlobes.

The god scooped his face while breathing so heavily. All this time, he loved Dira like his own brother. Seeing and watching Dira's wedding procession now, as if tore her heart apart. Weddings. Is there really no genuine marriage on this earth? If anything, why should it always be a troubled marriage that he sees?

"We'll reload again. Try to see first Mas Dave's candidate. Perhaps, if you see the beauty of Madam Dira, Mas Dave will not be mistaken anymore," joked the pengulu, intending to melt the atmosphere. Because the whispers from the invitation began to rub off the ears.

Agas, Fira, and nina looked so tense. All three compactly advance their sitting up at the end of the chair. Although smiles still adorned their faces, clearly the eyes were unable to hide the anxiety.

Dave grabbed something in his pants pocket. Then wear it casually. His palm, now covered in thick black gloves. "Let's do it again, sir" he said steadily.

Although strange, but the penghulu does not want to question what Dave does. The ijab kabul procession is reworked.

"I accepted the marriage and the marriage," Dave deliberately gave a moment's pause. Tuck the oath in the middle of his contract, if what he is doing right now is forced. "Dira Gracella bint Rudi Soedjipto with the dowry, paid in cash" he added.

"SAH," said the witnesses compactly.

Deva bit her lower lip a little stronger. "If this is the best. Give them a path of ease and happiness. You are the best writer and screenwriter" he prayed in his heart.

Penghulu gave direction for Dira to kiss Dave's hand and allow the two to give each other a kiss of affection because from that moment on the status of husband and wife, has been held officially.

When Dira kissed the back of Dave's hand with a little strange look. The glove that wrapped the hand, clearly confirmed how Dave was building distance between them.

"Having without being loved. How's it feel later? It won't be as simple as when you can separate me and Deva, Dir. Every tear that comes out of Deva's eyes, you have to pay dearly" Dave whispered as he sneakyly grinned. In the eyes of people who are not observant, of course Dave's actions look like a threat to tease a husband for the first night.

Not so with Deva and Deva, both know exactly, Dave is putting a little pressure on women who should already be treated as wives.

Dave looked towards Deva. His eyes looked in regret. Sorry that was not spoken in sentences, implied the real of his body language.