Residual Flavour
Reception part 2

Arriving at the seat of the guarantee, Dave did not hold his head up, the man was still busy removing the tears that wet his cheeks without cueing. The man ignored Dira who held out a tissue to him. Of course, this again raises questions in the minds of the invited guests who had made both as the center of attention.

Those who are positive, suspect Dave's cry is an expression of novelty that is too overflowing. While those who think negatively, of course immediately sneered that this marriage is indeed an awkward marriage. In addition to those who attended the event this morning, it is clear the aroma of forced marriage gossip is increasingly coming to the surface.

Deva, Dewa, and Deswita sit down at a table with four other people who are still distant relatives of Deswita. Not much different from Dave, Deva also prefers to lower her head. Although the clear grain is still able to hold, however, the highlight of the eye will certainly not be able to hide how broken and wounded Deva's heart is today.

Realizing Dira's movements increasingly trying to approach and touch him. Dave tried to regain control of himself. The man uttered the istighfar many times with a sigh. Hope the calm comes soon. "No, Dave. Don't be like this. Don't hurt Deva with your grief. If you can't make her smile, at least don't make her cry." Dave encouraged himself in silence.

Deswita puts a glass of water on Deva. "Drink first, Dev. Lift your head, baby. Show them you love Dave in such a wonderful way. God gives sorrow not merely because he wants to leave a wound. God is preparing you to be His better servant. Your work here is done. You've taken Dira to the pelaminan. Go then! Take your sad time. Finish your tears. Put everything squeezing in the chest. Don't hold it."

Deva slowly straightened her neck and received a glass from Deswita's hand. "Thank you, Mades. I'm not going anywhere."

"Don't force yourself. Mades did it and almost went crazy" Deswita said.

Deva did not have time to chim in, as the *master of ceremony* (MC) was heard asking the invitees to focus attention on the guarantee. Dave was already sitting upright staring flat out in which direction. His face, eyes, and nose were still flushed typical of people who had just cried.

While Dira continued to spread her smile of happiness. That said, only he is truly happy. This marriage, is the culmination of all Dira's dreams. No matter how things are done, most importantly by religious and state law, he is the rightful owner of Dave.

"Mother's happy Mother. If you come to the wedding event, what is the most awaited moment and make ser-ser'an ?" The crisp question sound of the MC made Dira's eyes sparkle.

"It's not just the guests waiting. I am also very much waiting for this moment. Feel my lips, Dave, and you must ask again and again, "inner Dira with her sword.

Some of the invited guests, especially friends from Dira, immediately shouted in a compact manner. "Wedding kiss."

That answer of course made Dira feel more and more above the clouds. Dave did not show any expression and reaction. His eyes were straight ahead. The god glanced at Deva who was sipping a glass of water to the toilet. I don't know how many glasses he's been drinking. It's been poured cold water so much, Deva's throat still feels dry.

"Wedding kiss, huh? Ummmm .. It's a pity, you guys should be disappointed this time. At the request of the bride, we must pass the moment we are waiting for. Apparently the bride wants to keep their skills alone." MC paused his conversation.

The long word "Uuu" instantly rang out filling the room. Disappointment when the MC said that. So did Dira. He instantly turned his face to the other side to disguise the swearing that escaped just like that from his lips. Obviously Dira was disappointed. He had already hoped and imagined a two-boned meat dispute between his and Dave's.

"In exchange, the groom will make offerings to all of us." MC is again trying to build a happy atmosphere. He deliberately paused for a moment, giving the WO field officer the opportunity to prepare the equipment that Dave asked for.

"We give a rousing applause, to our groom, Dave Sebastian." The MC invited Dave to the center of the stage as soon as he saw the high chair, a melodic guitar and standing mix were ready there.

Dave immediately stood up. He is ready for what he wants to say. Because it was Dave who changed the arrangement of the event. The man threw a thin smile that made anyone who saw him, instantly want to switch positions with Dira.

"Busyet, Dira won a lot, euy. Bener-bener devinisi corrects the real offspring," said one of Dira's close friends when they were still in high school.

"That's really. This is crazy. He knows the old Dira didn't he? I hope you know. If not, afraid of being mentally challenged," said another friend.

"Good night everyone. On this occasion, there's not much I want to say." Dave threw a glance at the table where Fira and Agas were. "Ma ... Pa. .. Thank you for bringing Dave to this point. Thank you for bringing Dave to learn more about sincerity and filial piety to parents. May this marriage bring happiness to every soul who labors it with great difficulty."

The atmosphere of the room suddenly quiet. What Dave is showing right now, as if answering the question that crossed their minds. Although not implied clearly and straightforward. Dave's statement is quite affirming, that the groom did not expect this marriage. Completely their curiosity.

Deva bit her lower lip a little hard. His eyes began to dew. Deswita understood Deva well. The woman strengthened by rubbing the back of Deva's hand which she grasped tightly.

The god scooped his face violently. His chest tightness saw the cousin who had been loved as his own sister, instead chose a loveless marriage like this. Unintentionally, the gaze of the God then fell on Deva. The spoon in the look of the eye implies such a deep love.

"When is there a woman who loves me as much as you love Dave? You deserve the best, Dev. May one day, God present someone who is right for you, "inner God.

Dira again spread a smile of falsehood. His heart was already struggling to slam Dave's guitar. However, his emotions must be well controlled. "Hold, Dira. Think of the song Dave will sing as intended for you. In the eyes of people, you are the real winner. Deva was just a bully grass that would be stepped on as time went on," Inwardly, Dira comforted herself.

The clink of the guitar strings slowly greeted the eardrum. The syahdu-pitched quote, soft to the sound of piercing the heart. From the intronya alone, it is certain that the song performed is a sad song with heart-wrenching lyrics.

...^^^ If I have to remember you again...

...I won't be able to do what happened to us...

...If you forget about it, it's easy...

...It won't be heavy, won't make my heart tired...

...Lose, I admit I lost...

...This love is bitter and should not have...

...If I can, I'll come back...

...I will change the destiny of the love I choose...

...Although it's impossible, even if I want to...

...Take you through a time machine...

[Time machine - Budi Doremi ]

Deva no longer able to hold the clear circles that crammed in the eye fertilizer. Slowly, those tears burst unstoppably soaking his smooth cheeks.

"You just get out, Dev. Let's get God, shall we?" Deswita whispered softly behind Deva's earlobes.