My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 39

Zidan turned his head as soon as Anita entered his study. The woman, who is now Asya's successor as secretary, nods respectfully, before stepping closer to the table where she is.

"What's Anita doing?" zidan asked, turning his eyes back to focus on the macbook screen that displays a diagram of the company's progress.

"That sir, someone wants to see you."

"Meeting me?" Zidan's forehead frowned, at a glance the man glanced towards the watch that showed the time of the afternoon. "Who?"

"They said they were your friends, sir" Anita replied.

Zidan sighed, the man went to sit on the couch on the right side of his desk, before taking off the suit that wrapped the shirt he was wearing. "Send them in."

"Good sir." Anita nodded obediently, before turning around and exiting the room to carry out her superior-her-concern-that command.

Closing his eyes, Zidan's hand moved to sow a few buttons of his black shirt and roll his arm around the elbow.

Asya's absence on the side did have a significant impact on Zidan, especially after their relationship developed -- looking at the woman alone, it can relieve fatigue and fatigue in taking care of the company.

Asya did grumble while they were still in her apartment this morning, but what could Zidan do other than refuse and order the woman to rest?

Seeing Asya who continued to nausea and vomiting alone had made him want to escape the woman to the hospital, but once again, the violence of the head of the woman who had the status of her lover defeated all.

Decitan the door opened - - heard, Zidan got up and stepped closer to three friends - including Raihan in it. He embraced their bodies one by one, before allowing him to sit on the sofa.

"Suffles, bro?" andi asked open the conversation, the man who was no longer wearing the work suit furrowed his brows as soon as he saw Zidan's haggard face.

"Must be, what? Can't you see what's the difference here?" Zidan did not answer, he actually again threw a ketus-pitched question that made the wrinkles on Andi's forehead printed deeper.

"Secretary lo change?" This time Raihan asked. His handsome face looked tired with fine fur that began to grow around the jaw.

If previously Zidan will feel annoyed and angry, so Raihan who incidentally is a former lover of Asya was asking news, then this time not. Zidan just bowed, increasingly look lethargic.

"Gue didn't change secretary."

"Trus?" Yuda seemed interested, evident from his posture which now began to bend and look at Zidan sharply.

Sighing in tired breaths, Zidan scrambled his hair in a slow motion. "He's a replacement secretary, only temporarily. Sampe Asya is safe and cured of her pain."

"She's sick?!" Raihan's rising voice invited Zidan, Andi and Judah to look at the man. There was a worry imprinted so heavily on his face, that it could not be hidden. "What pain?"

"Gue didn't know, he said the stomach acid rose. But when I want to take him to the hospital, he refuses."

"Maybe he's stressing times," cletuk Yuda is spontaneous.

Indeed, the state of mind that is burdened at this time, coupled with the terror that just happened yesterday, can make anyone sudden stress. Even if Yuda was in Asya's position, he would probably experience the same.

"What is it like, Asya is dying?" ask Raihan again. Andi and Judah chose silence, while Zidan was more downcast as his mind returned to Asya.

"Udah. But I'm afraid the pain is getting worse. The rise in stomach acid can not be underestimated."

"Then you have to do one thing for Asya. Maybe actually said Yuda, Asya a little stress because of the incident yesterday."

"Trus I should what?"

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Diversity lies between Asya and Zidan. There was only the sound of the roar of the car and the sigh of their breath being heard. Flickering city lights and skyscrapers became a sight that accompanied them this time.

Zidan's car drove slowly, before turning towards the corner with an uphill road interspersed with a grove of trees between them.

Asya who had previously only focused out the window, quickly turned her head towards Zidan. The frown on his forehead was not hidden. "Where are we, Zidan?"

"You need to take you somewhere."

"Where?"

Zidan smiled, turned his gaze toward Asya at a glance and clasped the woman's hand tightly. "There's a good spot not far from here. I used to go there all the time, and now I want to take you."

"Good view?"

"Good, I'm sure you like."

About thirty minutes later, the car they were driving stopped at the spot Zidan was referring to. Asya got out of the car and so did Zidan. It is true that Zidan said, the spot they came to was beautiful. They were like being on top of a cliff, from here they could see the dim atmosphere of the city as a whole.

"It's beautiful."

Zidan nodded, removing their fingers before holding Asya from behind. This position was so comfortable for him, Asya was no exception. The woman's cheeks were even flushed, looking very sweet in the eyes.

"Why did you bring me here, Zidan?"

"Because of this place, my place of escape is Asya. If I had stress and a lot of thoughts, I'd be in this place."

There are no lies Zidan tells. That place was indeed his escape place when the burden came to him - before he knew Asya.

The parents' quarrel, plus the absence of Ana who was supposed to accompany him, made this place the only place Zidan vent emotions. In this place he could even cry, roar and curry, until it was over when he met Asya and came back sick for the umpteenth time.

"Zidan," said Asya quietly, his hand rubbing Zidan's arm gently as the atmosphere cooled down.

"Emm."

"Sorry."

Zidan's brows were linked, the man lowered his head - resting his head on Asya's tiny boat. "Sorry for what?"

"Because I can't, get rid of your misunderstandings with me."

This time Zidan understood the direction of Asya's trial. Instead of rejecting and denying it like yesterday, Zidan actually increasingly cling to the tiny body of his lover is strong, but full of love.

Zidan's lips went down the curve of Asya's neck, making the woman crumble. The kisses ended right in the lover's ear. "Did I ever tell you that I love you so much?"

Asya chose silence, not answering. His eyes closed, feeling the turmoil of his heart beating fast, as well as the warmth that the man gave his body from this loving embrace.

Until when Zidan allowed and then brought together the faces of the two of them, Asya could not hide the hue and turmoil. The man lowered his head, put his forehead on them, then whispered, "I love you, Shay. Very." Very."

The corner of Asya's lips lifted, her eyes closed. Seconds by seconds they fell silent, until when the two lips were met - Asya could not help but reply.

They dissolve in different atmospheres, but are the same paddles. Tonight, let the feeling guide what is next.

Once again Asya asked, is he now able to breathe a sigh of relief?

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