My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 37

Asya's hand moved gently rubbing Zidan's black mane sleeping on her lap. His closed eyes, his sharp nose and the beautiful lips that often kiss him, make Asya on the verge of anxiety.

He hasn't been able to tell Zidan, at least not for now. Especially after Zidan recounted the problems he was experiencing these few days. Indeed, Zidan has been a little protective since his meeting with Raihan a few days ago, and that has left him a little tortured - of course.

However, Raihan is a man who once filled his life, made him happy, made him feel love, and his decision to wish him had left behind a streak of guilt that was often present when he was in front of him.

Asya never denied that her love for Raihan was still there, but also she could not lie, that it was side by side with Zidan inside.

Sighing, Asya shook Zidan's body slowly, making the man gasp and look at him with a slightly foggy look in his eyes. Asya smiled, rubbing Zidan's face gently, the woman said, "Zidan, it's almost midnight. You better sleep in the room, otherwise your body hurts."

Zidan nodded and got up. His eyes glanced at the clock that was stuck on the wall, and it was true that the time had already shown at eleven o'clock in the evening. Rise up, Zidan clasped Asya's hand and pulled her to wake up.

"Yep, we're sleeping."

"Eh, I'm sleeping in one more room."

Zidan's forehead frowned, the man yawned once before shaking his head. "No, you slept with me. Besides, the room was never anywhere, so it's still a mess."

"But Zidan." Asya restrained his body, making Zidan quickly grab Asya's body in a sling.

"Zidan.. alight, I'm afraid."

"Not to be afraid, yes."

Zidan took Asya into the room, still staring at the woman. Laying his body in bed, Zidan wrapped Asya's body in a thick blanket and coiled in it.

"Udah, sleep yes."

Asya felt comfort as soon as Zidan grabbed her. This embrace made her so warm, feeling loved. But did Zidan really love her?

"Zidan?"

"Hm."

"You feel like you don't really hate me anymore?"

Zidan's swipe at Asya's back came to a halt. The man kissed the top of Asya's head slowly, before cupping the woman's tiny shoulder and staring at her iris.

Yes, Zidan understands all this. However, his treatment of Asya was not at all easy to forgive. The humiliation, and all the treatment that led to the break-up, Zidan bestowed upon the woman in his arms.

Then, should Asya doubt his love?

"I'm sorry, Asya. I realize all my treatment of you was wrong. But, I beg you. Don't ever talk about it again, okay?"

"So you still believe that?" ask Asya, lead to the incident seven years ago, where the problem with Zidan began.

Zidan just fell silent, he didn't know which one he should trust. Asya or the evidence that once plastered in front of his eyes.

"If I tell you the truth, do you want to hear it?"

"Asya."

Zidan's face approached, even from this close distance, Asya could feel Zidan's warmed breath.

"Please.. someday when I'm ready, I'll be happy to hear your story, okay? I don't want to remember the painful past, my life is hard. So I beg you, huh?"

"But, Zidan-"

So what if it happens again?

...

As soon as the sunlight crept in from behind the fingers of the bedroom window, Zidan pranked. His hand moved, palpating the side of the bed beside him where Asya slept side by side with him last night.

Empty, Zidan could not find the woman there, making his closed eyes perfectly open.

"Ashya?" call Zidan, but there's no answer.

Zidan got up, and leaned his back on the head of the bed. The manicure circulates, summarizing the entire bedroom, but again there is no Asya there.

"Ashya?" call Zidan again. This time the man decided to get down from the bed and walk towards the bathroom door where the gurgling sound of water came from.

Zidan frowned as soon as the sound of someone spewing something started to sound. Zidan quickly knocked on the door. He's afraid Asya is okay. Is her boyfriend sick?

"Yes, you're all right?" zidan asked still by knocking on the door.

"No, Zidan." answered Asya from within. His voice looked raucous, making Zidan's feelings overwhelmed with worry.

"You sure?"

For a moment only the sound of water gurgling could be heard, before Asya said, "I'm fine, just wait a minute."

Zidan sighed, and chose to wait for Asya by sitting on the edge of the bed. Fingers intertwined. Since yesterday there has been an oddity towards Asya, and Zidan can feel it clearly.

Before long, the bathroom door opened. Zidan walked quickly, approaching Asya who was standing in front of the bathroom door with a face that could be said to be pale.

Covering his face, Zidan could feel the moisture there. Asya's face was cold, her eyes were soft - she looked so weak.

"We're going to the hospital, right?"

Asya looked panicked, she shook her head quickly - cupping Zidan's hand on her cheek. "No, no need Zidan. I'm doing fine. Just plain nauseous, like my stomach acid's going up."

"Your stomach acid is up?" Zidan's tone was rising. "You eat late?"

Asya smiled, seeing Zidan so worried about her made the corner of her heart warm up. Would Zidan pay more attention to her once she found out she was pregnant.

"Zidan, I want to tell you something."

"What dear?" asked Zidan, still cupping Asya's cheek.

"If only I had ha-"

Asya's sentence came to a halt, Zidan released his fist on Asya's face as soon as his phone rang. The man left Asya who was still stuck in front of the bathroom.

Chance is gone, maybe God has not wanted Asya to tell you all about this problem. Yeah, maybe that's the answer.

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