My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 28

Asya raked slowly, trying to sit and lean on the headboard. His hands lifted and then gave a little massage on his forehead that felt dizzy. Sweat flowed from the forehead, contrasting with the deathly pale face and limp hue that radiated so clearly.

"Ouch..". Slow down, when felt dizzy it increases and seems burdening.

Asya got up yet slightly wobbly, her throat was so dry now and she decided to go kedapur take a glass of water to remove. Yet..

Bugh..

Asya's body fell when her feet accidentally horned a small table beside the bed. The pain immediately stopped and almost made Asya lie on the floor, if Zidan did not hold his body tightly.

"Well, aren't you pa-pa?". Ask Zidan worried.

Asya was about to slap Zidan's hand, but his body was so weak. He chose to give in and let Zidan carry him back to the bed.

The man draped his hand on Asya's forehead, a worried raut was clearly imprinted on his face. "You're feverish..". His eyes followed Asya's face which seemed to be dripping with sweat. "You're the shoot too. Wait here..". Zidan left but his wrist was blocked by Asya.

"Take me some water. I'm thirsty..". He spoke slowly and nodded.

The man resumed his steps out of the room and returned a few moments later with a small basin of water and a compress cloth and placed it on the nightstand.

"Barbing Yes..". Zidan sighed asya's weak body slowly to lie down in bed after she took a sip of the water she was carrying and covered it with a blanket to the waist.

He painstakingly soaked the compress cloth with water and squeezed it and placed it on Asya's forehead. "Where, would you?".

Asya just kept silent not interested in answering.

"Yes.if you're still angry about that I'm sorry..". Said the man.

Asya turned around and looked at Zidan with a careless look. "I'm sorry? I don't need your forgiveness Zidan. You don't have to say that if you can't be quick. I sacrifice a lot Zidan. Our relationship is full of coercion..".

"I know I'm wrong, but give me a chance..". Persuade Zidan.

Asya's eyes were hot by the stretch of clear grains that she could not bear anymore. I don't know, he felt like crying because none of what this guy said he was keeping in reality.

"You lied..". His words are interspersed with lines.

Zidan closed his eyes, his hands slowly grasped Asya's hands and gently dyed the surface of his warmed back skin. "I won't lie anymore. I promise this time will be the best lover for you Sya.. understand and understand you.. You want to give the opportunity right?".

Asya's feelings were slightly filled, the corners of her heart trembled with an undefined sense of meaning. Is his heart ready to accept Zidan now? however, the man had been in a relationship with her. For a moment Asya fell silent and then nodded with no intention of looking at Zidan.

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Asya's warmed body has now returned to normal as before, a sigh of relief was blown so clearly from the man who stayed overnight beside her. Zidan continued to look at Asya's face, the pale face hue had changed with a reddish hue that was so sweet to look at.

Zidan's fingers moved, slowly stroking the moist surface of Asya's facial skin, the woman was still asleep and curled under a blanket that held her warm.

The sunlight had entered, yelling from behind the ventilation fingers of Zidan's room. Zidan got up and opened the cloth that closed the window, let the clear light in and illuminated the entire room that had been only dim.

"Asians..". Zidan slightly shook Asya's body and stroked her cheeks gently waking up.

But the woman just muttered and curled back under the blanket. "God.wake up in the morning..". Say again.

Asya's body moved uncomfortably, he still wanted to sleep in his sleep that cradled after a night for himself in the face of fever and only a few hours ago felt good. But once again the voice of the man who was next to him forced him to stab fetch consciousness. "Zi..Zidan?". Said it with a hoarse voice. "Udah morning?". His body tried to wake up with the palm of his hand.

A beautiful smile on Zidan's face, the man helped Asya to get up and lean her back gently on the head of the bed. Then his fingers moved slowly tucking the slightly messy Asya's hair. "Yes, get ready, and that's breakfast out. I want to take you somewhere today..".

"Where?". He asked curiously, his eyes traversed clearly the face of Zidan who was tired there. "It is better not to go. you. Your face looks very tired. surely because take care of me..".

"Anything..you are calm.I do not pa-pa if you only have to drive a few hours..anyways if I am not the guard, who else is Sya?".

"But you're so tired Zidan..".

Once again Zidan smiled, getting sweet treatment from the woman in front of him. He felt that Asya had now slowly opened her heart that had been tightly closed. For whatever sake this time Zidan promised to make the woman accept it with an open feeling and keep it with all her soul in the bond later.

"I'm fine. I wait, ok..".

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Asya's hand shook about to turn the door knob, his body was now wrapped in a towel that covered up to the limit of his chest only. Indeed, Asya this time really cursed himself with stupidity, because he forgot to ask Zidan what clothes he would wear at this time. After his clothes had been torn apart last night and he could no longer wear them.

"Zi.. Zidan's? I need a shirt..". He said a little.

The man's hand was stopped from arranging the dishes on the table. His head looked up and a moment later his eyes rounded wide.

Zidan shook his head lightly before finally turning his eyes, his heart beat rapidly and began to feel stifling. Indeed, this was not the first time for Zidan to look at Asya's white body, but still he was a man who had a manly aura that would come out as soon as he saw the scene he just looked at.

"A.. What's wrong?".

Asya looked nervous and quickly turned her back to Zidan. "Shirt... I don't have clothes for me to wear.. You have no women's clothes?".

Zidan fell silent, then quickly remembered where he had bought Asya some dress but only used Asya one strand. "There is a. Open my closet.. There is a paper bag there..".

"Ok. I'm in the room first yeah..".

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Travel for hours avenged so pounding waves, smooth brownish white sand and seagull chirping welcome a pair of humans who stepped slowly while holding each other there.

The soothing breeze played the bright yellow dress Asya was wearing, The beautiful straight hair flew as the wind continued to greet itself.

"Beautiful..". Asya muttered with a look of eyes still looking straight at the beach.

The man beside her turned, smiling sweetly at the knot of her lips. "Yes.it's beautiful..". His speech was still with a fixed gaze looking at Asya.

"Oh yeah.why bring me here?".

"I love the beach, I hope you like it too..".

Asya's grip slipped and then stepped cheerfully towards the debutant of the waves, his naked feet tipped amused when the water scroll tickled the soles of his feet.

Then Asya turned his head, looking at Zidan who was still standing glued to look at him from a distance. "I really like it. I really like it!!". Then the happy laughter sounded again.

Zidan's heart warmed, he stepped up and approached Asya. His hands clasped the woman's body from behind. "I like you like Sya..".

"Thank you, you brought me here Zidan..". Nervously.

"There's one thing I want to say to you..".

"What's?".

Zidan let go of his decapitation and turned Asya's body facing. His hands gently cupped Asya's quivering cheeks, then cautiously dyed his forehead deeply.

Asya's body was transfixed without being able to resist, Zidan before him began to change. Warmth, tenderness and attention can be felt from the deep kiss given by the man in front of him.

"I love you, yes..".

Surprise erupted and seemed to stifle him suddenly. This declaration of love shocked Asya's fragile heart.

"Ka.. what did you say?".

"I love you. I know I don't deserve to say this after. after hurting your feelings and yourself.. this love has been around for a long time since we first met seven years ago..,

..Strange meeting, bringing this feeling deeper.I tried to approach you. trying to impress you and make you happy. but..". Zidan's words suddenly stopped.

"But.hate you beat him, right?". Asya.

The shadow of Zidan's words, of course, is not easy for Asya to forget. The stabbing insult hurt her feelings that once loved Zidan even in silence. Even until now, the words continue to ring into a nightmare that has never been absent from his life so far.

"I never do what you accuse.I'm not that generous to do disgusting things..

insults.. insults... I was already full face all that Zidan.. my heart.. seakum I hope you believe. but I was wrong. Your words, I hope it is only illusion but real..".

Tears were dripping so hard on Asya's cheeks. The blissful aura momentarily faded into gloom as the memories of the past replayed in his brain. Not wanting to drag on and look weak, Asya chose to let go of Zidan's grip and then wanted to go far.

"Asians..". Zidan quickly held Asya's body to stay close to him. "Nothing has changed.My love is still the same..".

Asya smiled ironically. "Yes? not the same Zidan..".

Asya's words came to a halt, as Zidan gave a silent kiss on her lips. A kiss that acts as an answer to his feelings. For some reason, Asya's eyes slowly clenched willingly and his hands also hugged holding Zidan's body perfectly.

They let go of each other what should be said. On the other hand Asya did not even understand this feeling. A feeling that silences him yet also warms with Zidan.

Should he accept Zidan and forget Raihan?. Receiving a man who repeatedly gives repeated happiness and pain?. Accepting a man who had once stepped on his pride was so cruel?. I don't know.maybe that kiss was the answer of an Asha..