Residual Flavour
Soul slap

Dave walked into a hotel room that wasn't the place to stay last night. Nor is the room provided by the wedding orginezer as the bridal room. Of course it makes Dira wonder. Unsuspecting bad, now Dira's dirty mind starts working. The woman thinks Dave is still a normal man, who yesterday had rejected him because of his prestige and is not halal. And now, obviously everything is different.

"Sit down" Dave told Dira to sit on the edge of the bed. As for him, choose to stay standing while rolling a white shirt that he wears up to the elbow.

"Yes ... Dave, there's no clothes on here, I have to wear clothes like this?" Dira makes a made-up sexy voice. Instead of flirting, the voice instead made anyone who heard it immediately want to extend out water.

"You said you wanted to come with me, didn't you? Just wear what sticks to your body. If you feel uncomfortable, open it. Why bother."

Dave's flat speech, still interpreted Dira wrongly. The woman who was hungry for love, praise, and attention from Dave thought that Dave was giving small codes for her.

Dira also took off a long cloth dangling over the hair, and took off some heavy accessories attached to his body. Dave relaxes his head to the left and to the right by doing a movement to give the mouth on his chin.

After finishing putting all his accessories on the nightstand, Dira stood up and intended to approach Dave. The man hurried back his steps.

"Who told you to come closer." Dave spoke in a very firm voice.

"Don't I just say I'm gonna massage you?" Dira reminds Dave of his purpose.

"I know that. But didn't I say I agreed? I let you come here, just to listen to my story. I'm being kind, you want to make me fall in love, right? I'll share a little bit of what makes me fall in love. Even if I'm really not sure, whether you can or not." Dave pointed back at the edge of the bed, a sign that he told Dira to sit there again.

"What story?" Dira's feeling is starting to get bad. Realizing the thin pull on the tip of Dave's lips so showed sincerity.

"The story may open your mind, or at least show you where you belong. You should know what is called the forgotten past, and what will be left in the heart. To be forgotten without leaving any longing or memory, obviously means nothing."

Dira is still waiting for what the core of the conversation is that Dave wants to do. However, the man did not seem to be in a hurry. Dave took a high-tech flat object in one of his pants pockets. Then he opened the gallery icon that has been neatly arranged.

"You can hold this, you can also open the contents. The password was quite easy, six numbers that yesterday had wanted me to forget, it could not. Don't know then no dear, right? Let's get you to know me more." Dave gave Dira his phone with his glove-clad hand. The man intends to take off before he makes sure everything is safe.

Dira began to feel jealous. His chest rumbled violently withstanding the curse that he could not possibly let out. "I have to keep my emotions. Dira .. You are an educated and elegant woman. Stay calm... You can." Dira invites himself to talk. So that his emotions do not overflow at a time like this.

"A Deva Magnolia, not only looks beautiful. But he has a kind heart that is hard to find. Her stubbornness wrapped in tenderness, made her not appear as a weak woman who only hung what she wanted by relying on the power of parents." Dave is getting excited. Even a crisp, thin smile, many times slanted from his lips.

Dira, who once scrolled the phone screen to the right and to the left, is now reluctant to do it again. "Dave, I'm your wife, I don't think it's appropriate for you to talk to me about this. Your past, enough you know. I'm not interested in knowing." Unknowingly, Dira's tone had already started to high. Dave's phone was not given properly to the owner. Dira threw the phone right into the trash can not too far from the bed.

Dave returned with a cynical smile. "It's just a cell phone. I can even buy it again, but the memories in it won't be bought. Even if it's in the trash, I don't hesitate to take it. Diamonds will never turn into coral just because you threw them into a dirty river. In the eyes of normal people, corals and diamonds, the difference is obvious."

"Enough, dave! Enough's enough! Stop comparing me to Deva. Your wife is me now. It is the destiny you have to live. There's no time to deny it." Dira immediately stood up and shouted.

"You're right, it's a destiny I have to live. You have to live your destiny, right? Your destiny is to have a husband like me. A man whose heart was already filled with other women. Which beauty may have been natural from birth."

Dave's words were interpreted to be a loud mockery for Dira. The woman immediately became hysterical. A bad glimpse of the past flashed in the woman's memory. Dira closed his face tightly.

"I'm also beautiful from birth, Dave. I'm beautiful, you once said that I'm very beautiful. You used to say that." Dira opened his face, slowly approaching the glass with a height exceeding his height.

"I'm beautiful without anything I'm beautiful." Dira ruffled her make up. She brushed off her makeup roughly with her own hands.

Dave didn't want to react to anything, because he was studying Dira psychologically. From the events in the house of God, he had guessed, if something was wrong with the woman, who had to call her the wife.

"I'm pretty, right, Dave? You must admire everything in my body." Dira slowly unbuttoned his front kebaya one by one as he approached Dave.

On the other hand, Deva appears to be carving sand with his own name using a small canteen in his hand. The god was just watching his personal assistant from a distance. As he promised, he kept his distance from getting too close to Deva today.

Until the rumbling sound sounded louder followed by a roll of waves so high approaching. Deva seemed to see Amar and Shinta there. Instead of moving away from the beach, Deva stood up to greet the waves by stretching her hands so loose.