Residual Flavour
Legitimate

Deva forced her smile on Dave. It was the purest smile he could give at this moment. No matter how the eyes interpret all the flavors that are raging inside the chest. At least, clear circles can still be held to not fall.

Dira follows Dave's point of view. Knowing that the view fell on the figure of Deva, Dira was forced to throw a smile with force. His hand moved slowly, fumbling to grab Dave's hand. However, swiftly, the man immediately distanced his hands behind his back.

"No, I can't lose. In front of Deva, everything has to be perfect as I want, "his inner self.

The two couples, who had just officially assumed the status of husband and wife, returned to the front of the penghulu who would give marriage advice, and gave little insight into how the position, responsibilities, were, as well as the rights and obligations of husband and wife in undergoing household nosedives.

Dave was obviously not listening in earnest, even though he lowered his head and sat quietly in his place, but Dave's mind was already wandering around thinking about Deva.

The event then continued in the next procession. Where Dira and dave must do sungkeman or ask for blessing prayers to both parents respectively. Until this event, the invited guests included Dewa, Deswita, and Deva, realizing how this marriage is not as normal as other weddings in general.

Dave squirms in front of Fira's knee. While Dira was next to Dave exactly alternately asking for blessing on Agas. "May you be happy, dear. Now you are a husband. On your shoulders is a great responsibility. Live everything sincerely, so that your steps are not heavy," said Fira, sounding hesitant when saying it. Fira's right hand rubbed Dave's shoulder gently.

Dave purposely straightened himself up, before kissing Fira's left and right cheeks, he whispered to the woman, "The burden on Dave's shoulders, the mother and father who put down. Dave certainly can't bear it alone. Because of this decision mom and dad made, please help Dave ease this burden."

Fira forced her smile. In her heart, she could only pray. May Dira be able to make her only son fall in love. Before all the secrets are revealed, and Dave's hatred will become even more heightened. No, Fira wasn't ready for that. Despite so many proverbs that made him feel anxious, he still wished God had given him the generosity not to let him reap anything from what had already been sown. Let the seeds grow wild and be crushed by others.

Deswita turned to Deva again, making sure the woman beside her was not too hard to force herself to hang in there. Deswita grabbed Deva's hand which felt very cold.

Apparently, the sungkeman show is over. The next event is friendly and interspersed with breakfast and photos with the bride and groom in turns.

"Dev, Mades stay a photo for a while, yeah. If you want to grab some food, wait for Mades." Deswita said goodbye to Deva while leaving her handbag to the woman. Then he invited the Gods to come forward, asking the host to put both first.

"Deva. mana, sister. Why not just." Dira deliberately asked in a voice as gracious as possible to the Gods. As if to affirm that between Gods and Devas there is a special closeness.

Not until the Lord answered, Dave had answered quickly-without further ado. "If Deva is standing here, I'll make sure you'll be ashamed, Dir. I'll make everyone understand a little, who should be standing here."

"Dave, watch your attitude." Rudi slightly pulled Dave's hand. That daughter-in-law, shouldn't be acting like that.

The luxury of decoration and also the food provided, does not leave any impression for the guests who come. In fact, on this occasion, the invitation was no more than 80 people. It is almost certain that all still have kinship relations. However, there was no deep impression that lay in their hearts except the erroneous pledge of the bride's name. Until now, loud whispers about it still sound vague.

Finished taking pictures, Deswita and the Gods returned to the place where Deva was. The woman seemed to be in her place. Even the sitting position remains the same.

"Ehm... I can follow the Lord no?" asked Deva unexpectedly before.

"Of course you can dong. It's there. If you need to travel around Bali." Deswita pulls Deva's hand to stand up.

"Sir God," Deva was still waiting for his superior to comply with his request. Because he knew exactly, the God was the toughest person he knew.

"Yes, but don't take it, yeah. Wherever it is up to me." The god pulled Deva's hand to follow in his footsteps. Without saying goodbye to Deswita, the man only rolled one eye at the mother. While Deswita finally only had time to wave with her left hand holding a hand bag on the mother of the God.

Dave, who had been stealing glances at Deva, immediately became angry when he knew Deva was leaving the show with God. Plus, the two people seemed to join hands. Although not friendly, he knows for sure, usually Deva is not that easy to let others touch it.

Until a little far from the place of agreement, Deva immediately released his hand from the hands of God by force. "We'll just split up here. Thank you for letting me come with you."

Deva's words of course made the mouth of the God gap. Obviously he did not understand what exactly was on the woman's mind. Deva who volunteered to come along, she herself canceled. How confusing.

"I was just afraid that Mades was worried that I was going alone. It just so happens that you want to go out, I just follow you." Deva said it while bowing her head.

"Dev, it can't be dong. If we don't go home together. Mama's ntar will ask. Not to mention if there's anything with you. I was wrong too. Where are you going anyway? I will not disturb you. Promise me I'll keep my distance." The god raised two of his fingers as a confirmation of his vow.

"It's up to you, sir," Deva who was lazy to argue directly walked away from the God who deliberately gave a break to walk after his personal assistant.

On the other hand, Dave had asked permission to leave the contract first. The man said that a little dizzy because of lack of sleep. Suspecting Dave giving the first night code in the morning, Nina and Rudi compactly tell Dira to accompany Dave.

"Why are you following me?" Dave asked flatly.

"Of course, you have a headache, right? I can massage you, Dave." Dira's voice was made very seductive.

"really?" Dave started thinking sneaky.

"Of course," said Dave quickly and so sumringah.

"May you not regret following me, Dir," Dave said with a grin implying a plan.