Residual Flavour
Praising people's husbands

Deva did not directly answer Deswita's question. At first glance, he ventured to throw a glance at Dave. Equally injured, for some reason, Deva feels Dave has a deeper wound than he does. And that made him feel weak and helpless.

"Dev ...." Deswita tries to call Deva back.

"Yes, Mades. I might need some time alone." Deva let go of Deswita's hand. Then he immediately stood up leaving his place.

"You follow Deva, Nyil," Deswita whispered softly at the single son sitting right beside her.

The god only answered Deswita's orders with a nod. A moment later, the man rushed following Deva's wide foot swing. God deliberately did not stop the woman's steps by calling or chasing her aggressively. In the eyes of the Gods, Deva was a woman who always tried hard to keep her prestige in front of others. Instead of stopping, it could be that Deva will run away more and more.

Dave, who saw Deva leave the show, immediately stopped playing his guitar. "I'm sorry, Bee. I've told our story, but not with my love. I promise no one will be able to take you out of my heart. Let me get hurt alone. Whoever I am, I'll make you cheerful again, Bee, I promise." she said in her heart.

All eyes were on Dave who was clearly daydreaming. Realizing this, Dira with the remnants of patience that is almost exhausted, approached Dave and put a little touch on the shoulder of her husband to be aware of his daydream. Dave stood up and stomped his shoulders to keep Dira's hand away from his shoulder. The man leaned his guitar on the chair he had been sitting in.

As she forced her smile, Dira said, "Their attention is all on Dave. Don't throw dirt on our parents' faces with your selfishness."

Dave immediately put his gloves back on. Then he gripped Dira's wrist so tightly. Despite the slight pain, the woman still maintained her smile. "I'm following your game, Dir. You want to look happy, right? Let's do it. Hope you are strong and stay sane. Because pretending to be happy, it's not enough to just use one face."

"Don't underestimate me, Dave. Be careful hating too deeply. Between hate and love, that's the difference. I'll wait for you to start having trouble telling the difference." Dira chimed in Dave's words arrogantly. The woman still maintained her fake elegant smile.

Some guests thought they were having a friendly conversation. However, not a few who know and sensitive how cynical Dave's gaze on the wife.

The master of ceremony took over the break that Dave had asked for. So sensitive and quick to respond to the code given by Dave, the MC also distracts the invitation by holding exciting games with various prizes that have been provided.

At the same time, Deva continued to walk without looking back, occasionally, the woman was seen rubbing a clear circle that poured down her cheeks. No suction escaped being heard from his perfectly pursed lips. Only those tears were proof of how badly his heart was being hurt.

Deva's footsteps finally stopped on a park bench behind the hotel. He sat his ass there. With the dim lighting, plus the moonlight, the line of sadness on Deva's face was still visible.

"I won't bother you. Let's just say I'm not here" said the god quickly.He knew, Deva would definitely tell him to leave.

"It's okay, sir. I was in a public place. Anyone can be here." Deva intended to remove the suit from his shoulders, but his superior held the hand of Deva who had moved to pull one side of the suit.

"Just wear. It's very quiet here. With your current appearance, let no one think you're a woman who's not right." The god hurriedly kept his hand away from the hand of his personal assistant.

Deva turned his head against the star-studded sky. Tears in fact are not able to melt the makeup attached to Deva's face. The beauty and charm he has, still able to make God have to praise his personal assistant in the heart.

"I'm ashamed to complain and complain too often. Even though you can enjoy the moon-furnished sky and scattered stars like this, it is also a pleasure. Am I among the servants who enjoy kufr?" Deva spoke softly to the sky.

The god turned his face towards the sky. He understood, Deva's words were not on him. With all the disagreements and debates between them during this time, it was very difficult to start a normal conversation were it not for accident or being discussing work issues.

"There are many things in this world, which are created only to be seen and admired - without being able to reach or possess. Seeing you heartbroken, it made me even more afraid to feel love so deeply. Ultimately all relationships are bound to end, either by death or by ordinary separation.

Deva turned back towards the god. "Who can stop the coming of love as great as that, even if we are afraid, when love has been greeting-run to the pit of ants, we will not be able to avoid it."

"After this? Do you still want to fall in love again?" The god looked at Deva so deeply. Consciously, he walked steadily closer to Deva's bench and sat his butt in there.

"Bang Dave is the second man to introduce love to me after papa. Bang Dave, always there for me. In my life that was not easy and hard, he never took a step back to get away. When my family fell, it was Bang Dave who propped my head around my neck to stay upright looking at the world. Falling in love is taught, not limited to a sense of physical admiration. Bang Dave made my heart comfortable and bound in his simple way." Deva took a deep breath.

The god bit his own lower lip. There was a sense of unease when I heard Deva praise Dave so much. In addition, Deva's eyes twinkle looks so excited when talking about Dave

"Bang Dave's anger in other people's ears, it might sound like a compliment. Smooth, but actually full of satire," Deva added.

"Do you want me to hear you keep praising people's husbands? If that makes you feel relieved, do it. I have my ears wide." The god shifted his position to make him see Deva more intensely.