My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 18

Asya came out of her apartment with a medium-sized suitcase in pitch black. Today he plans to visit his Om Anton family in Bandung, Asya has not met his family for a long time, the last time Asya visited them was six months ago, precisely at the wedding of his older cousin Justin. Asya reached into the sling bag she was wearing, picked up the phone and typed a name and called her.

"Hello Raihan..". Sapa Asya opened the conversation.

"Yes Asya.. Have you left??".

"Here I'm just leaving.When are you going to London??". Ask Asya.

Raihan momentarily fell silent and continued his conversation. "Now I want to go. This is me at the airport and Asya.kanya I will be long because abis from London I immediately flew to Singapore to look at my grandmother.. you're okay, right??".

Asya nodded even though she knew Raihan could not see her. "Go away. I'm okay. Take care of yourself.. Yea..".

"You take care of yourself too, baby.. Yea..".

Call disconnected. The sound of the door squeaking made Asya immediately turn to the apartment of Ana, her neighbor. Zidan comes out with Ana following him from behind, since Ana lives here, Zidan spends more time in her sister's apartment than she does in her own place.

"Sir Zidan??". Ask Asya formally. Since the incident where Zidan promised to stay away from Asya, the woman was formal and as much as possible to keep her distance from the man named Zidan.

Zidan looked up from his submission, his condition looked apprehensive. His eye bags are dark, with reddened eyes, not forgetting the messy hair that adds to the impression of urination.

"Eh Asha..". His word's lethargic.

Asya frowned deeply, What's wrong with her?? doesn't he usually look like this??.

"She.. can I have a toll, right??".

Ana. Asya looked over and nodded.

"Emm.. I know this is impossible.. But can you anterin Zidan a moment to his apartment?? I'm not happy because I have a schedule of surgery mepet. but I also can't bear him to go home alone, he's sick again because..". Ana hesitated a little.

Asya frowned and then the view was shifted to Zidan who indeed seemed to be unhealthy. "I. yes, brother..". Answer Asya doubtfully.

Actually Asya wanted to refuse, but seeing the face of Ana who seemed to really need help, made Asya a little satisfied and agreed.

Soon Ana leaves and leaves behind Zidan and Asya who are both silent.

"Sir Zidan let's go..". Invite Asya to open the chat because of the awkward atmosphere.

Zidan looked up and looked at Asya with a dark gaze, making Asya momentarily silent to see Zidan's iris which seemed to harbor sadness.

"Sorry, sister Ana ngerepotin lo Sya..". Sesal Zidan's.

"It's okay, sir..". Answer Asya a little.

Zidan glanced at Asya and revealed his sweet smile. "No need to pangil sir. this is not in Sya's office, so it's normal..". Tell Zidan gently.

Asya smiled awkwardly and nodded slowly. "Yes Zidan..".

"Jaudah let's go..". Zidan passed away leaving Asya, who was looking at him with a gaze that even Asya herself did not understand.

There was a sense of concern when looking at Zidan's face tinge earlier, tired terpatri so clearly. Asya knew for almost a month Zidan worked so hard even arguably excessive.

Asya followed in the footsteps of the man who had been waiting for her in front of the elevator. They entered and headed downstairs.

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Asya sat in the passenger seat with her eyes focused on the screen. His finger clicked a few words of text message and sent it to Fany, telling him he would not be in the office in three days. Don't want to make Fany worry about looking for her later.

A moment later he turned his eyes to the figure of a crumpled-faced man driving his car. Asya's confused. How not, with Zidan's weak body forcing him to drive, at first Asya refused, but finally complied because the man forced.

"Yes. I did not go back to my apartment because I recently bought a new apartment and that I sold. so do not pa-pa if you anter me there, can you??". Zidan asked flatly with eyes focused on the road.

Asya's eyes rounded, her mind started to panic and fear. The memory in his head suddenly rotated, reminding him of Zidan's behavior that he couldn't forget.

Zidan looked over at a glance and smiled knotfully. "Don't be afraid of rich so many times.deket kok, twenty minutes trip.if not want not pa-pa.. I can stop the taxi..".

Asya shook her head clumsily, she leaned on the windshield of the car and tried to neutralize the bad thoughts she had left. "I want to help you anyway??".

"Yes. deket..".

Zidan also took a cornering road, to the area where his apartment was located.

Just like Zidan said. Twenty minutes later they arrived at the Zidan apartment complex which looked quiet. Zidan stopped his car and looked at Asya with a hidden smile.

"Yes. sa.sick..". Zidan clenched his hair firmly, his head sitting and clinging to the steering wheel.

There was no answer, only a groan of pain pinched the corner of Asya's heart. Asya then went out and approached the steering door and opened it. "Zidan. Let me take you to your apartment..".

Asya swiftly carried Zidan's body to the apartment elevator and entered it. "Zidan?? what floor is your apartment??".

"Lan. floor fifteen Yes..". Answer Zidan weakly.

Asya's finger trembled pressing the elevator button before her, honestly the moment Asya's heart was beating fast. Fear of Zidan's deteriorating state.

Ting..

The elevator doors opened, with the support of Zidan's body, which he felt was getting weaker. "Zi.. Zidan?? which one is your apartment??". Ask Asya again.

Zidan's trembling hands lifted, his fingers pointing at one of the apartments not far from them were at this moment.

Asya breathed a sigh of relief, then continued her steps to one of the apartments that Zidan had appointed earlier. "Zidan.. I want to ask you again..your password??". Ask Asya later.

Zidan turned his head and looked at Asya with a faint look. His dark eyes looked fixedly at Asya like a tangah hiding something. "Lo Sya's date of birth.it's my password..". The answer is subtle but full of emphasis.

Asya's eyes were round looking at Zidan who was nearby. Then he turned his gaze and his finger hesitantly pressed a few digits of the number he knew was his date of birth.

beeps..

The door of Zidan's apartment opened, Asya forcefully brought back Zidan's weak body and laid him on the sofa.

"Zidan. I'll take you some water first..". Asya turned around and walked towards the kitchen. His hand took out a glass and poured water and took him to the middle room where Zidan was.

Asya surprised by surprise, the weak man was no longer on the sofa. Make Asya turn the view and circulate it throughout the room. But nil, Zidan disappeared like swallowed by the earth, Asya could not find it.

"Darling..".

A hot breath hit the slightly open nape of Asya. His waist was held possessive, shortly after a kiss landed on the head and neck of the fence, making Asya afraid that the heart was beating very fast.

"Don't get rich that donk Sya. This isn't the first time for us..".

"Zi.. Zidan??".

"Hemm.. Is there anything, baby??". Desis Zidan sensual.

Asya's eyes heat up, making her clear iris start to look glassy. "Zidan.. off I beg you.. You promised Zidan, will not be rich gini again.. you forget??". Asya's question was a little stammered over by the fear of hitting.

Zidan clucked in annoyance. "Gue can not keep my promise Sya. I can not stand lo lo lo same other men, especially see lo same Raihan. I do not like!!".

Zidan quickly turned Asya's body to face him. His hand caressed Asya's slightly quivering face with a gentle yet demanding movement.

"Zidan.. What do you want?? don't get rich gini Zidan..". Asya's bead clenched, trying to neutralize her slightly decapitated breath was overcome with a whack of horror.

Zidan smiled possessively, his fingers still gurglingly stroking Asya's thin cheeks even now his thumbs sensually rubbed the woman's lips that were slightly moist. "Gue want what?? I want to lo Sya.. lo completely..". Tell Zidan vulgar and gently kiss Asya's lips.

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Zidan's hand gripped Asya's wrist, making him unable to contort even though, his body docked, locking all the gaps and bringing Asya into the support of his sturdy and strong body.

Zidan's room is so messy. Items scattered everywhere, clothing that had been torn was loosened and scattered on the floor. Everything seemed to describe Asya's resistance to the man, to guard his honor which he now felt was very threatened.

Asya's body weakened with tears that continued to flow uninvited. "Hiks. hiks.. I don't want Zidan rich gini. I..". Asya's voice faltered, her body was not strong enough to withstand the current tinge of pain.

Zidan stared fixedly at Asya's face, really he was currently so pussy. Moreover, seeing the curves of Asya's body that is not covered by a sheet of cloth.

"Gue wants your body Sya. Your body is just mine..". His fizzling was vulgar, right in the woman's ear.

Zidan further tightened his body to Asya, feeling the friction between his chest and Asya's crazy thing that was sweating, not covered by a thread. His one hand freely stroked Asya's naked body, making the woman revolt want to break away.

"Fuck you Zidan!! Goddamn bum!! Lepasin!! Leasin!!". Asya's cry was right in front of the depraved man's face.

Zidan chuckled amusedly, his hands getting wildly stroking even occasionally*** Asya's prominent body parts. "Lo can say whatever I am, but this abis I will make you sigh favorably under the beat of my body..".

Asya looked up, gazing hatefully at Zidan and a speck of clear dripping back down her cheeks. Is that how he looks at this guy??. "I know you Zidan!! you are a shameless devil!!". Asya's fizz is so sharp.

Zidan did not care about Asya's harsh words. According to him, the more unfortunate the woman, the more pronounced herself. Jemari Zidan went down stroking Asya's smooth thighs at will until he reached the core of the woman's body.

Asya's eyes closed, hoping this was all just a nightmare and would disappear once she opened her eyes again. But all nil, especially now Zidan brazenly swiped his finger and strongly swiped ***** belonging to Asya.

"She's wet..".