Residual Flavour
Plan both

No one responded to Dira's words. Both Dave, God, and Deva are spoken to directly. The three compactly close their mouths. Getting to the hotel immediately and being detached from Dira was the third person's greatest hope.

With deliberate silence, they continued their journey back to the hotel which was only thirty minutes from the airport. However, because everyone obeyed Dira's will, so they had to travel even longer to get back there.

Dira who was left sitting in the back by himself, continued to scroll through his phone screen quickly. He did not stop messaging with Rudi's confidant to take care of something. Secretly, Dira wants to find the truth herself. About Hafis, and all the allegations that now disturb the calm and erode a little confidence that was once so excessive owned.

The god himself pretended to close his eyes. The man did not want to continue to be tempted to move his eyeballs towards Deva. Realizing that there was something unusual in his heart, the God was determined to avoid contact with Deva as much as possible. Clearly he did not want anything he felt at this time to develop and increasingly lead to a deeper sense.

Dave himself was still deep in his own thoughts. About Dira's words, and also about the Deva caller she didn't know just now. "I have to find out for myself. What's the matter exactly. I married Dira, not because papa was afraid to suffer the same fate as Papa Amar. I have to know, what case is accused of papa, "his inner self.

Just like Dira, Deva did the same thing with Dira. The woman was also busy with her cell phone. However, both of them clearly have different interests. Deva is looking for tourist attractions in Jogja that can calm his soul besides the beach. Before work tomorrow, he wants to enjoy half of the day by taking a short vacation. A moment to free yourself from the existing routine.

Although the time passed a little longer, finally, until they were in the hotel on the way. One of the modern five-star hotels in the Malioboro area is the last temporary destination for Dira, Deva, Dave and Dewa for now.

"Thanks yes, Dev. I've been coming all this way. Just enjoy the hotel room and other facilities that I provide for free. Enough here. Of course you don't want to come with us either, do you? I'm still sane, Dev. So I can't take you to our bridal room." Dira extended his hand casually without sin and the slightest burden.

"Back of love, Dir. May you and Dave be happy." Deva welcomes Dira's hand.

"Pray that soon Dave junior is here to perfect our happiness" said Dira. Again so full of confidence.

Deva just smiled thinly. "Away, Dir. Don't fly too high. You are not winged, in a matter of seconds, you will easily fall. Your efforts are not enough. Dave's not that easy to conquer, "his inner self.

"Without love, one can make love. After making love and knowing how it feels, Dave will feel how amazing I am. Sooner or later, you're just gonna be a speck of smudge in Dave's life."

Of course Dira dared to say it without fear of getting protests from the husband. Dave who was careless, of course since getting out of the car, chose to walk first-leaving the other three on purpose. He went straight to the reception desk, took the keys to the room he had booked secretly after knowing where they would stay during their stay in Jogja.

Deva again just smiled faintly. Knowing Dira had experienced depression, it turned out to make Deva more able to refrain from responding to Dira loudly.

The gods who are still there, even those who do not accept the words of Dira. "Dragon's talking, Dir. Focus on Dave. Build a good relationship, don't worry about anyone outside of you two. If Dave is good and made for you - no matter what, who and how the trials come to you, he will definitely stay by your side."

"Sister God doesn't pantes that way. Brother himself how? People who do not believe in love, how can they give advice about love? People who have no relationships, how can they value the relationships of others? Before giving advice, first fix the concept of love in your mind." Dira left the God who looked stunned hearing Dira's words.

Deva who could hear clearly what Dira said, was no less surprised. The woman clearly easily caught the look of disappointment on the face of the superior.

"Father there's no activity either, right? How about we just take a walk. But I want to wait for dhuhur prayer first, then we go. How's it?" Deva asked as if she was so excited. It was only that that crossed his mind to make the mind of God diverted. It was not that he really cared, the deity attitude that had lately been kind and helped him a lot, obviously made Deva want a little return.

"Mr ...." Deva waved her one hand right in front of the God. Quickly his boss caught the wrist.

"Where are you? Do you know Jogja?" ask God.

"What is the use of maps. The world is in your hands, sir. No need to get dizzy. What matters, you want not to? If not, I'll go alone." Deva lowered the God's hand from her wrist. Then he turned his head to the right and to the left as if looking for something. "Mas ...," he called one of the men in the hotel's batik uniform.

After the man turned his head, Deva approached a figure that was only four steps away from him and also a God. "Mas, where's the rental motor? Is there a?"

The god scrunched his forehead. "Make what, Dev?"

"I want to go for a ride on the bike" Deva said quickly.

"Related, Dev. You really are weird. We can take a car, just sit down and get to the destination. Why bother," snorted the God.

The figure of the hotel employee who was asked earlier, so confused to find a pause in the middle of the debate of the two people in front of him. He simply moved his eyeballs following the direction of who was making the sound.

"How, Mas? Ada, right?" Sensed by the confusion of the mas-mas, Deva asked again.

"There, Brother ... What do you want?" answer the hotel staff.

"I'm a matic just to be easy, if Father?" Deva asked the god.

"We use our own motor? Why not just one motorbike?" The god asked back.

While Deva and the Gods are arguing about the bike, on the other hand, Dave and Dira are having a fight in front of the room that Dave ordered for himself.

"What the hell's this, Dave? We're here for our honeymoon. Why did you even book your own room? We are already husband and wife-want-would not-like dislike, on your shoulders there are responsibilities and obligations about me," said Dira.

"You still dare to question about responsibilities and obligations? Give me my rights first, Dira. Give me rights as a husband. The most basic right. Never think we can touch. Remember well, Dir. I'm an obstetrician, looking at the female core, it's very common" Dave said.

Dira was increasingly challenged, with a quick movement, she pushed the door leaf that had been detained by her husband "Let's prove what you said, Dave," he said, as he sauntered casually into the room.