Residual Flavour
Reception part 1

Not everything that is desired must be obtained. Everything still has its limits. Money and power, not always able to buy something or exchange it for a deal. This is what is happening to Dira now.

MUA team who handle the wedding Dave and Dira, clearly understand very well what the meaning of professional responsibility. Good name and customer satisfaction in the real sense are the main ones. Some money doesn't make them glare. A good name is more important than anything. To get to the point now, they had to go through a long and uneasy process. Hundreds of the bride's faces had to be perfectly polished to get a positive assessment. Not just because of one person, professionalism becomes doubtful.

"Is the lipstick not a little darker than my dress? I want my lips to look sensual and seductive."

The question from Dira made the MUA take a deep breath. From the beginning, he had refrained from being patient. Dira meddles too much when she does makeup. It certainly changed his mood to be bad. In fact, everything MUA does is clearly in accordance with the standard of their agreement during the final meeting with all vendors who support the course of the Dira and Dave wedding series.

"Well, this is better. I'm really going to be queen today." Dira clucked in admiration staring at the reflection of his own face. Red dress intersected A line without arms, with a full white brocade decoration on the chest that he wore, seemed to perfect his special appearance this time.

"You'll be sorry for keeping your distance from me, Dave. Tonight your eyes will surely see clearly how much more remarkable your wife is than your ex." Dira continued to praise himself.

MUA cleaned up the equipment quickly. The absence of anyone else in the room, indeed presents its own challenges for MUA and its assistants. Inwardly, the two compactly wonder about the existence of the groom who usually has roomed after the agreement.

Meanwhile, on a different floor to Dira, precisely in Deva's room, a woman in a red dress with an open shoulder model and also intersected A-line, looks beautiful in its simplicity, she said, but so elegant and charming.

"O Allah, give me a broad heart to accept Your destiny. I can't run anymore. I force my heart to be sincere. Please help me get through today. You are the owner of the power of the heart." The woman who must be Deva was trying to draw a line of smiles on her lips. Then he sat on the edge of the bed to wait for the reception to start.

When Deva is setting her heart, it is not much different from what Dave is doing today. Wearing a black suit with regular cuts, does not diminish his good looks in the least. Just an ordinary suit attached to Dave's body, not a white tuxedo that had been prepared by Dira. If later Dave sat at the table of the guests, the difference with the others would not be too striking. Other than Dave's beautiful face, nothing special seemed to him tonight.

"Why do you have to come, Bee? Can your legs support your body this time? Your body has borne the burden of sorrow which is certainly much heavier than the burden of life on your shoulders. Can I pretend not to care? If my smile makes you happy, should I do it even if I have to? In what way do I have to protect you from the next wound?" Dave talks by staring at the screen of the phone that displays Deva's photo. He spoke as if Deva was in front of him.

A different atmosphere was in the room of God, the man was already wearing a suit that was almost exactly the same as the one Dave was wearing. It's just that, the touch of detail in the pattern of songket cloth on the elbow of God, a little gives a more relaxed impression on the man.

Not the bride, but it cannot be denied if the heart of God beats faster. Tonight, it's not the first time she's been the groom's companion. It's just that God's relationship with Dave is not at all harmonious, making it still difficult to accept if the man should be his cousin-in-law.

"Nyil, you've been pantes loh so bride." Deswita who had been in the room of the Gods since she could not stand in the room alone, said it carefully.

Deswita smiled and stood up. Slowly he approached the Gods, extending a hand tidying up the front of the slightly slanted suit.

"Where can it be, Nyil. God made his people feel-taste,"

"Enough, Ma. Couple that one. In fact, many men marry more than one. Many cheated after marriage."

"It's not all like that, Nyil. You're a boy, prove to Mama that Mama's son is not the same as the other man." Deswita said it with a sad look. After all, she was a mother, it was only natural that Deswita expected the life of another normal God. Have a serious relationship, then get married.

The god breathed a sigh of relief, he was saved from Deswita's insistence as soon as the mother's phone rang. Apparently, Rudi reported that the reception will start soon. They were asked to descend to the first floor where the ballroom where the event was located.

"Yuk, Nyil. We'll call Deva first. But remember the words of my mother. You, you've been pantes being husband." Deswita immediately took a close look at the arm of her only son.

"Hmmm ... Ma, later the gods do not have to hold Deva's hand like gini, right?" In addition to wanting to divert the conversation, God asked because he could not imagine that until it had to be done. His heart is not okay. He had to avoid everything that opened a gap for someone to tear apart his heart even further.

"Look at it later. It should, should, and usually does. Just do what is appropriate. Don't take a chance. Mama knows Deva is too adorable to ignore." Deswita said it intentionally. The suspicion of the woman is growing. Similarly, his instincts as a mother that can not be lied to. A little much-admitted or not, the Gods had already put their hearts on Deva.

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A short time later, all were neatly lined up on a long stretch of red carpet to enter the reception venue. In the front row itself is the parents of Dira, followed by Dave's parents behind him. Then following Dave and Dira, then Deva and Dewa. They were just waiting for an invitation from the floor manager of the wedding orginizer to step foot.

Dira hides his frustration so perfectly that it fails to make Deva a bad duck. The woman continued to smile softly. It was very inversely proportional to the man beside her. Which displays a cold and haughty impression. Dave was like this morning, still consistently wearing gloves in line with the color of his suit. Things that are really not commonplace. Usually, the bride is the one who uses the hand gloves of the bride.

The wedding entrance song that is rotated becomes a marker that footsteps must begin to step. Dave took Dira's hand off his arm. The man lowered his head so deeply. Dira is amazing, I don't know what the purpose of the woman is. Among so many songs chosen, why the choice should fall on the song Kasih Putih from the late singer Glen Fredly. A song, which can be said to be a sacred song for Dave and Deva. Especially for Dave himself. Every time they spend time in karaoke, the song becomes a mandatory offering from Dave to Deva.

The groom's shoulders were shaking. The man was crying. The steps are so slow. More slowly than directed by the WO team. No matter almost a thousand pairs of eyes were on him. Dave was so weak on the day that it was supposed to be the happiest day of a bride. The more glimpses of his being together with Deva, the more vividly filled the memory.

Unknowingly, Deva squeezed the arm of the God she had previously been on as she walked along. Deva's heart felt sliced to find Dave as helpless. This is the highest point of those who love with earnestness. Seeing a loved and helpless person is really a wound.

"Hold your tears, Dev. It's marriage-not separation, let alone death" whispered the God to Deva.