Residual Flavour
Mirror

The god who realized Deva's actions were so death-defying, immediately ran towards the woman. Within seconds, he pulled Deva's hand back. So powerful, to make his own body staggered down to touch the sand. And so is Deva. The difference was, the slender body of the female struck the body of the God for the second time accidentally. And a moment later, a wave of waves washed over the bodies of the two.

Instead of being angry, God could not even hold back his laughter. How not? Deva's face that was so beautiful, now looks not because of the circle of sand attached to her cheek.

"Why laugh?" ketus Deva did not move even a little in his position.

"You're like a sand monster." The gods really laughed. He looks like there is no burden. It was as if he did not feel a heavy burden because he was being hit by a fifty-two kilogram human.

"Ah.yeah, I am indeed a sand monster. And I won't be a monster myself." Deva fumbled the wet sand that was still within his reach. Then casually, he stuck it on the cheek of the Gods.

"Review you, Dev." The gods intend to retaliate. However, Deva immediately shuffled up and ran. The god chased while grasping the wet sand.

The Tuxedo suit that the Gods wore and the white long dres attached to Deva were already wet and stained. Both don't care. Like a child who was long bitten, then released into the game area. Deva and the Gods were so enjoying what they were doing. Both harbored a pile of wounds with different versions. God and Deva found his impingement for a moment.

Their laughter was too much this time. Overflowing, until sad it returned to greet once their feet tired of chasing. Both of them were sitting on the sand-somewhat away from the beach that was tidal waves.

"You want to scream? Yell out. I'll do the same." Shortly after saying the sentence to Deva, the God shouted very loudly.

"You guys, brenggek men! You guys play with marriage so easily... Dirgae... Sapto. You're setann!" The god names the three men who were once the husbands of his mother.

The marriage of Dira and Dave, increasingly reminds the god if the bond of marriage is only a legality to hurt the couple in a subtle or rough. It is lulled at the beginning, then slashed arbitrarily after the bond is no longer profitable. A compromise is not based on maintaining togetherness. Except to be lived only because of an interest.

"It's not just heartbreak that makes wounds, Dev. Many things can be used as an excuse for us to keep sick for so long." The god released a glance at the high seas with a glaring gaze and dewy eyes.

Deva stared fixedly at the figure of his superior. From the beginning to know the God, the dominant thing that comes to his mind about the man is arrogance, the teaser and the woman lover. Although lately he felt how great the love of God on Deswita. However, the three negative things are certainly more remembered than the good.

Seeing the fragility of the God, Deva's intention that he had wanted to shout, became obsolete. He chose to be a good listener. The best way to treat his heart, maybe it is to know the wounds of others. At least, Deva was made aware - not only did she have a nelangsa.

"I don't know, and I'm not trying to compare our luck, Dev. God has already studied the trials for each of us according to the breadth of our hearts. Long before all the problems befall your family, at least you've felt a whole family. Ever felt the affection of your father and mother. When you miss, you know exactly where to go. And ak---,"

The gods did not continue his words. He was afraid of his words as if comparing wounds. There was one side that made him feel much luckier. There were more things she could be grateful for than Deva.

"If I judge our lives from my position, obviously I would say Mr. God is much luckier. Of the trials faced, God still puts a Mother beside the Father. What about me? Absolutely alone," said Deva softly.

Deva swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. Can not imagine how to be in the position of Deswita at that time, it must not feel just crumpled.

"Every path of destiny that we avoid leads us to the path of destiny itself."

Deva fell silent, contemplating the words of the God that meant so deeply. Yeah, like a death and a farewell. We know how to avoid the side we see. However, everything that has become our destiny, has its own way to make it happen.

While Gods and Devas are still struggling with their respective traumas and sorrows. It was different with Dave and Dira. Like a hot worm on the sidewalk, Dira increasingly rounded his determination to destroy Dave's faith.

"If it's not love, at least I can bind you in another way. In order to have an intimate relationship, one does not need the feeling of love at all. Enough hot naps, to hell with feelings. You're still Dave's human, not an angel who can stand to see a naked angel," Dira's inner.

The woman had paused the long action of opening her shirt. Dave leaves her on the balcony and talks seriously with someone over the phone. Saw Dave was done contacting someone. Dira continued to open his danger with great difficulty. Because earlier when wearing it assisted by the wardrobe, now he has difficulty unbuttoning itself.

After succeeding, now the body is only attached to the kemben without a rope that covers his chest up to the hips. Dave who went back into the room frowned.

"You overheated? The feeling here ac is very cold. Just open it up, don't be shy." Dave sat himself on the couch and kept looking at his phone screen.

Like getting a fresh breeze, Dira unceremoniously removed the array wrapped around her hips downward. When the lyrical patterned cloth was shed, there was still a black leging attached there.

"Dave, before the reception tonight. Don't you want to touch me first?" Dira said it while doing a movement to feel his own butt with a slow movement. He even accidentally squeezed his crazy ass at the end of the sentence.

Dave looked at Dira casually. The man looked at the woman from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. "Like women in general," she said.

"Dave, come! There are still six hours left before the reception preparation later tonight," whined Dira. What this woman is showing is beyond everyone's expectations. There is almost no self-esteem anymore that Dira wants to maintain. All like a cheap sale in front of Dave. The impression of an authoritative doctor, absolutely not found Dave in the figure of Dira.

"Touch me, Dave. I'm so ready." Dira pulls his back zipper down. Letting the cloth pass through the lower body until it touches the floor. The two protruding parts that were still dense and stuck perfectly on his chest, immediately poked and looked real without a single thread blocking it.

Dave only caught a glimpse, then smiled and again lowered his gaze on the phone. Dira took off the leging along with the interior he wore. His body is completely naked.

"Dave," heels used by Dira were removed and thrown carelessly by the woman.

Dave stood up. Without looking at Dira and further subduing his gaze, the man spoke firmly. "You should love yourself more than this, Dir. Love is a gift, can not be presented only by promising beauty, pleasure, and satisfaction mere lust. If you don't want to be humbled or humiliated, don't show your stupidity. What you do is a reflection of your heart. If your performance is bad, don't expect that reflected from there is kindness."