Residual Flavour
Essential phone

Dave turned around without closing the door. The man stood relaxed by folding both his hands in front of his chest. "What do you want to do? Undressing all your clothes? Strolling like a seductress? Or would you dance naked using my body as a pole?"

Hearing the cynical speech from Dave, Dira who had moved her hand to open the mini dres zipper she was wearing immediately snuffed. "Why? Are you afraid of being tempted? Are you afraid you can't hold your naps anymore?"

Dave pulled one end of his lips up. So cynical and dismissive. "Of course not, Dir. I'm just worried about your sanity if you do it. To get my attention, it's not enough just with your physique, Dir. Put on your heart and sincerity. Try to give me my basic rights, and do your duty as a wife properly."

"What do you mean, Dave? Why are you talking like I'm the only one with obligations? Aren't you the one who made the contract? Either way, now I'm your responsibility, Dave."

"Yes, Dir. You're not wrong. But that's if our marriage happens normally. The problem is, what are we getting married for? Of love? Absolutely not, Dir. Let alone love, there is a desire to make ordinary friends with you even I do not exist. Because what? Because your nature and attitude make me uncomfortable. If you really want me to be your husband, love me the right way. That love doesn't force much less torture like what you do."

"Dave, I did this because you started it. You have never looked at me as the woman you should have thought of as your soul mate. Whatever the path. I ended up being your wife, not Deva. Stop wishing you could live with Deva. If you have decided to accept our arranged marriage, do not half-accept it" said Dira.

"I'm not half-and-half, Dir? We're married, but I refuse to accept you without hesitation. What can I see from you? Whahuh? Should I have you stand in front of a glass lined with Deva? So you can be a little aware, what's the difference between diamond and coral." Dave's jaw was hardened, his patience was running out.

Dira was speechless, but his gaze was fiercely hateful and vengeful, no matter who he pointed it at. To be sure, those eyes weren't pointing at Dave. "I'm gonna be like Deva, Dave. I'm sure I can. I'll try." The woman stomped her feet in annoyance. Then he stepped out leaving Dave alone.

Dira's wide-legged swing, apparently fixed on the room where Deva was. Impatiently, Dira knocked on the door leaf in front of her many times. Until not only Deva who was disturbed, the God who was located right next to Deva also felt the same thing. The man rushed to open the door. After turning to the left side and seeing the figure of his cousin, God hurriedly stepped his feet closer to Dira.

"Dir ... Dira, hold your emotions. Why are you being like this, anyway? Don't be stupid. What you're doing now, is showing even more how weak and helpless you are." The god held Dira's arm with a slight burst of energy.

"What difference does it make to me to you, brother? I'm weak, but at least I don't stop trying to love. How about yourself? You never loved as much as I felt, brother. Love doesn't have to have, it's bullshit. Love, must have and be together. Big brother won't understand until one day there's a girl who makes you want to stay by her side." Dira threw the hand of God violently. Then he knocked back on Deva's bedroom door.

It's not that Deva didn't hear, but she just soaked in a bath up. Too bad for Deva to rush to finish her bath. "Astagah, did he not bathe and pray first. Why so excited. Ah .. justin wait, deh. Who is wrong. I told you later I finished praying, still ngeyel." Deva kept swearing. Of course it was because he thought that the one knocking on the door was a God.

However, Deva's regained composure felt-diffused by the vibration of the phone he placed not far from the bathup. Deva hurriedly grabbed the object after she dried her hands with a small towel that had wrapped her hair.

Given this, Deva also immediately came out of the water that soaked his body to the chest. He grabbed the bathrobe and put on it quickly. A moment later, he again contacted the caller who seemed to be putting high hopes on Deva.

"Yes, brother ...," said Deva in a word.

Deva's slow voice when receiving the phone, inversely proportional to the voice behind the door of his room. God and Dira are still at odds. Both do not want to give up. The god who was really upset by Dira's attitude, chose not to be indifferent.

"Go back to your room, Dira. Aren't you ashamed of Deva? Why do you meet people who you yourself already consider more worthy of being discarded and forgotten? You don't have to be Deva to be loved by Dave. Make what? You have to be yourself with a better version. Why do you love to be someone else? Dave will just think of you as Deva. Be yourself. Dim your emotions, Dir. You cannot continue to rely on your father and mother in all things" said Dewa.

"Why did you defend Deva? What is more of him? Why can you all admire him so easily? Why hasn't anyone looked at me? Why?" Dira patted his own cheeks loudly. Even he was intending to scratch his face. However, the God nimbly held him back.

"Enough, Dir. Don't hurt yourself more deeply. Close yourself to God. I have never loved anyone too much. If love makes me change like you, I better not feel love forever. But I'm sure what you're feeling isn't love. This isn't real love, Dir. Your beauty and perfection will never be enough to attract someone, without sincerity." The god grabbed Dira by the shoulder and hugged her cousin tightly.

Dira sank his head deeper into the chest of the field belonging to God. The woman was crying. "I want Dave, brother. Just Dave. David should know, I can get a much better man than him."

The god took a deep breath. He did not respond to Dira's words. But the man's mind is getting slashed. Dira's obsession, has made two truly loving hearts forced to separate. Plus, now it is increasingly clear Dira's insincerity. Love and obsession with Dave, starting from a grudge against another man.

Meanwhile, in the room, Deva still has not completed her phone call. "It's not a matter of plane tickets, brother. But I still have work here" Deva told the caller.

After that, the woman went silent again. Listen carefully to the sound of the phone speakers while occasionally shaking your head. Deva did not understand why the caller's voice sounded so pushy.

"Give me one reason why I need to see Papa Sis as soon as possible? If that reason seems to me important and reasonable, I will try to go home today." Deva's voice sounded very firm and straightforward.