Residual Flavour
Towards bitter memories

Deva and Dewa compactly stared at Dira's back which was getting away from them. The god took his breath so deeply. As an older brother, he was obviously eager to protect Dira. However, with the attitude Dira showed lately, God slowly began to feel anxious if he continued to silence what his cousin did. Perhaps, the madness of Dira will become more and more.

"I came to Jogja because on Monday, we happened to have a visit there. Remember well. I volunteered not to come in your and Dave's business. Because there is work too. If you're just the three of you, I'm afraid that something untoward is happening to Dira." Without waiting for Deva's response to his remark, the Deity immediately stepped towards the door of his room.

"Sir God ...." Deva called out a little doubtfully.

The man called by his name turned his head for a moment. "What, Dev?"

"Thank you for dinner."

The god answered Deva with just a nod. Along with that, the heart of the man increasingly realized why Dave was so difficult to turn his love to Deva.

"Good night, Dev. I'll see you in the morning." The god threw a smile that was rarely given to others.

Deva and the Gods finally entered their respective rooms. On the other hand, in an already different room again, Dave was still immersing himself in his banquet of Deva.

****

Adhan Fajr has just been heard, has not yet performed two rakaat worship, Deva's mobile phone continues to vibrate. Incoming messages repeatedly make the phone screen continue to bring up some new notifications in seconds.

Deva chose to ignore. He decided to take a shower and perform the morning prayer first. When finished, Deva opened the incoming message. Apparently, all these messages, Dira was the one who sent them. Just a reminder, they will leave for the airport in thirty minutes. Not wanting to continue to accelerate the terror of the message, Deva also replied with the word "Yes".

The unanticipated time arrived, using the car facilities of the hotel, Deva, Dewa, Dave and Dira departed simultaneously to the airport. They were in the same car. It was clear that this caused awkwardness among the four people.

Dave, who was cold to everyone, chose to sit on the front bench near the driver. The man did not say a word. Dave pretended to close his eyes along the way. The god himself chose to read the article on his cell phone. While Dira and Deva occasionally only exchanged sharp and slightly cynical looks.

"Have you been to Jogja, Dev?" Dira asked as he moved his body forward in order to see Dave's reaction ahead.

"Never," Deva answered briefly.

"Ohh .. It seems like here only you have never been. Brother of the Gods of course often. Because our eyes have a halfway house there," cerocos Dira.

There is no one who chimed in on Dira's words. In addition to being lazy to extend business, also because they have arrived at the airport. Deva, Dewa, Dave and Dira go down with their respective suitcases. The four of them go directly to the flight-specific lounge by using a private plane.

Dave chose to walk alone in front. Far away leaving the others behind. Not accidentally Dave chose the position, what was done was clear because he wanted to avoid looking at Deva.

"Maan ...." Dira tries to align himself with Dave.

"Dave, bring me dong's suitcase. I'm going to go to the toilet for a second" said Dira, his voice made as pampered as possible.

"I'm going to the toilet too. It's better, we take it alone, "push Dave down.

Dira stomped his feet. Being indifferent to Deva, it did not make Dave also be friendly to him. But Dira won't give up. Precisely this condition will he take advantage of as much as possible.

Deva and Deity seem to have more in common in facing Dira's behavior this time. Both tend to take the attitude of pretending not to know and stupid. In fact, Deva certainly understands Dave's body language.

While waiting for Dave and Dira who were going to the toilet, Dewa and Deva little chatted about the impromptu work deliberately made by God.

"I didn't bring any work clothes, Dev. Whatever the way, you must prepare me clothes so that I look official, handsome, and dignified as usual," said Dewa.

"And you who suddenly said there was work outside the city, why so back me again who bothered?" dengus Deva's.

"Yes, you. If I were, get behind our positions. Uh, but it's easy later. We can ask the branch people for help. This is definitely our chance to see Ms. Martha." Dewa mentioned the name of one of the entrepreneurs engaged in the field of specialty textiles made from printed batik.

Deva and the Gods chatter stops once Dave appears. The former Deva lover threw a smile that was hard to decipher. Either just as a pleasantry greeting or jealousy that is hidden neatly. Not long after that, they flew together to a place where there are memories that make Dira so flowery.

****

After a one-hour twenty-minute flight, Deva, Dewa, Dave and Dira finally set foot at the local airport. They again continued their journey by using a car that has been prepared by the tour guide service from the hotel.

"We're going straight to the location I want to show you, huh?" Dira then called a place name that was located quite far from the airport.

Dave squinted his eyes as soon as he heard the name of the place mentioned by Dira. Her memory is vaguely starting to be crossed by events that she thought were very thrilling a few years ago. Dave forced himself to remember more. Trying to connect what he experienced first with Dira.

Getting closer to the location, Dave's memory seemed to be re-aroused. The man turned to the right to the left, making sure that he was indeed heading to one of the tourist destinations that at that time not too many tourists knew.

"How, Dave? A little remembering something? You've been here, haven't you?" Dira asked confidently. Although she could not see the reaction of Dave's face, but Dira was sure, her husband's memory would still be quite good. Especially if you are faced with the memories directly.

The god glanced at Deva who again chose to act like he didn't care. In her heart, the woman was praying. "O Allah, may whatever Dira will show you is the path to happiness and good for both of their households. Dave deserves to be happy."

Dave was unmoved, the man was still focused on circulating his eyes around the situation. Now the flash of the past is even more clearly appearing in his memory.