My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 100

Fragrant dishes burst out, the impression of kinship and warmth felt so thick. But there is something lacking there. Asya could not deny that all did not feel complete if there was no Zidan among them.

He smiled wryly. Still waiting at the side of the counter, his eyes glanced full of shade towards Rina, Ana and Fany who were still busy with cooking. Asya wanted to get involved, but everyone forbade her and asked her to just sit sweetly and wait.

Not far from the kitchen, precisely in the dining-room-the men-prepare the dining table. Starting from the plate, glass, and all other equipment arranged neatly on the tablecloth. A few minutes later, the food is ready and served on the table.

Bell rings. Everyone turned to the door that looked right from the dining room. Asya. Initiating to open up, Asya hinted to everyone to stay in place while he walked slowly to open the door.

Asya choked for a while, her eyes portraying curiosity and confusion on one side as the door opened and revealed someone behind it. "Zidan ...," he said in a tweet.

Zidan just shook his head and smiled thinly even though his chest was beating unruffled now. He looked at Asya. Next to his hand carrying a cloth bag containing some fruits that he deliberately brought to visit the place.

"Asians ...."

"You're finally here, Zidan." Cutting off the man's words, Asya took Zidan's hand and brought the husband into the apartment.

No one is not surprised by Zidan's presence there. All the activities that were over made everyone who was there walk into the living room and sit on the sofa with a look of astonishment.

Zidan should have known this was going to happen. When he decided to change and follow his heart, Zidan had prepared himself as best he could, he did not want to do things or say no-no, if later it would upset the atmosphere.

Silence, no one intended to open the conversation. Zidan. His eyes moved slowly before nailing a look at the sad face of Rina who was now looking back at him.

How many tears did her mother shed because of her? Zidan asked in his heart. Wrapped and sore when she found a lasciviousness in her mother's gentle gaze.

Did his words the other day hurt that woman so much? Zidan would be a fool to ask that question. Without any study, Zidan knew the words he said yesterday in anger were certainly stifling.

"Feel it's done, right?" Asya's voice interrupted silence.

Fany nodded. Choosing to stand and poking the side of Andi's shoulder that is sitting next to him. "An, help me, yuk."

Two men left. Left there, Ana decides to help-understand that her mother and sister need time together. He stood up and followed Yuda and Raihan behind him.

There were only four people left there. Asya tried to examine. Zidan has certainly changed. It will not be possible for Zidan to come if the ego he has is not lost.

"August ...."

The call made Zidan look over. His hands that felt quiet, Asya grabbed it and then grasped warmly. "Thank you for coming."

"She, I-I"

"I know." Asya nodded briefly.

Rendi. Seeing Rina at a glance from the tail of his eyes, the middle-aged man turned his attention before saying, "Zidan, Papah is glad you came here. Papah believes the anger between you and your Mom needs to be resolved. Papah just wants to expect that you'll listen to everything, son."

"I understand, Pah," Zidan replied. His eyes stared at the mother who was now down. He turned his attention to Asya for a moment-signaling through the view.

No need for further cues to make Asya understand. Because after that, the pregnant woman also gave space by gently tapping Rendi's hand with her.

The old body slowly moved away. Seeing her made Zidan automatically stand up and sit on Rina's side. Once again, the guilt filled him up to make him say, "Well, I'm sorry Zidan."

Rina looked up. "I'm sorry?"

"Sorry Zidan. Zidan is wrong, Mah. Zidan must realize that the past is the past. It should be Zidan-"

"You're not wrong, Zidan. You ... You're not wrong." Tears this time can not be dammed. Rina shook violently. The hand with the gurat was raised before summarizing the face of the child and stroking it.

Blurred vision. Never before had it been imagined that the child himself would come and return to repair a relationship that had previously been very vulnerable.

"You're not wrong." Rina said again. "The wrong friend, son. Leaving you and Ana, Mamah even went away from you and ... and .. made you less loving."

Broke already. Zidan couldn't stand it. Tears in the fertilizers that have been stagnant, gliding bated when he grabbed the body of the mother into the arms. Perhaps this was the first hug they had done for almost a few years that they went through without meeting.

Zidan closed his eyes. The feeling of warmth that still feels the same even though it was only years later re-occurred.

"Dear mom Zidan ...."

Zidan nodded. This time he realized, forgiving does not mean giving up on the situation. Forgiving means opening a new sheet and throwing away what is bad in order to make life quiet.

He has taken the calm now. His family is back complete. The ever-present nightmare, the inner tormenting longing and envy of seeing the other person's complete family-squeezed and slowly evaporated along with his heart that opened the door of forgiveness.

Zidan realized, here is not only the mother who is guilty. He also did the same thing with arrogance and chose to close his eyes not even hear the word heart. Zidan regrets ....

"You have to promise you won't stay in Zidan again, Mah." Those are the words that Zidan utters when a full embrace of longing is reprehensible.

Rina nodded. Patting Zidan's shoulder, turning to rub the child's cheeks wet with tears and longing. "Mate promise .. and will strive to always be on the side of Zidan and Ana. Seeing you guys achieve happiness. Come together to feel that. Mom will try, honey. Friends with Mamah, huh?"

"Yes, always, Mah."

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Forgiveness is wonderful, isn't it? When a broken heart tries to heal. Sometimes we are unconscious, forgiving is more than making peace with the circumstances. The heart accepts the impact. Peace, love and peace embrace us and heal slowly.

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A little bribe can't he? Maybe someone is waiting for this novel, maybe not.🤔🙄 Honest in a month I'm really lazy to write, write ten words and stop because of various obstacles that are actually not too blocking.

I need a picnic deh kayaknya, and Alhamdulillah after street2 to some place I'm back to write again deh. I hope someone is waiting for the continuation of this novel.

Maybe there are two more main parts for the first season and after that I will write ten parts from other couples as well. Sthh .. plan to write season two🤭🤫

Keep waiting and encourage me guys, because without you guys, me and this novel is nothing. Only the peyek crumbs will be soft and the alot gegara will be kept at bay. Thank you for the support. Keep loving my son this one huh.🤭🤭

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