My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 50

Asya put two breakfast dishes on the dining table. Breakfast was just an omelette - accompanied by a glass of milk for pregnant women, and a glass of juice for Fany.

Today, just after yesterday they went to the beach with the purpose of a short vacation, Fany prefers to stay in Asya's apartment and reasoned ill in order to get a work holiday.

It made Asya had grunted, because he really wanted to work and his best friend who had the opportunity was wasting it.

"Lo why is it pouting, Sya?" Fany asked on the sidelines of the feed, the woman now wearing pink pajama pursed her lips because it was full, even the question sounded a little unclear.

"You have a job opportunity, not a job. I just want to work, I can't."

Chuckling, Fany replied, "Oh that's why I think you're pouting."

After that, only the deting of the dishes and spoons were heard. Fany looked up, looking at her best friend's face that looked a little pale. This morning, Asya was nauseous and vomiting violently. Fany took the initiative to take the woman to the hospital. However, Asya's words saying that it was common, undo Fany's intention to take her.

The admiration is very visible from the woman's face. Yes, Fany has admired Asya so much since the time they went to college. Initially their closeness was just a form of sharing regular chats. But gradually everything changed, and eventually they became close friends.

There are no secrets they hide. Makes Fany who thinks about it smile in between the chews.

"Why are you smiling, Fan?" asya asked, the frown on her forehead seemed so clear.

"No pa pa pa. I was just thinking about us. I didn't think we could do this soon."

Asya nodded quickly, fed a mouthful of omelets, chewed and then replied, "Yes, I didn't expect it either."

"Oh yes, yes. Zidan can't be connected yet?"

The question made the look of Asya's face that had been bright, now looked grim. From yesterday even until the day changed, Zidan could not be contacted. Even though the man had called him yesterday, and unfortunately Asya did not answer, did he not need to be angry until he had to reply Asya so much?

"He's not picking up." Just that short answer that Asya spelled out after a split second of silence. Therefore Fany's hand moved, cupping Asya's hand and patting him slowly.

"Maybe he's busy, yes."

"Well, that's fine, Fan. At the time, he was angry."

"Why don't you answer me, try it?"

Asya let out a short sigh, before replying, "I don't know, maybe I didn't answer because I was angry. He didn't pick up my phone yesterday. Yeah, but it doesn't have to be dibales, does it, Fan?"

Instead of the concerned response Asya got, he actually got a spray in the form of rascals that echoed and made him upset instead of playing.

"Are you laughing anyway?"

"Hahaha.is this really lo, Sya?" Fany's hand moved, sweeping the water point at the corner of the eye. "Gue did not expect, with you pregnant like this, you become childish."

Asya mendelik annoyed, the woman no longer cares about her friend who is still busy chuckling. Until the breakfast was over, the sound of Fany's laughter was still heard, even if only occasionally.

Surprised, Asya got up from the dining table chair and carried his empty plate without turning his head towards Fany. That made Fany grunt and then said, "Ck ck, congenital pregnant women, kok gini really yes?"

...

"Zidan..?"

The unexpected appearance of Zidan on the doorstep of his apartment this afternoon, could not make Asya hide his enthusiasm. This guy, Asya really misses him.

Asya looked up, looking at Zidan's face with a beautiful smile. Her bright bead invades the lover's face. There were tired strokes there, and wait, why did Zidan's face look like a growling man. Is Zidan angry with her?

Frowning, Asya's hand lifted - about to sweep away the tension between him and the man. However, just a few inches away Asya's palm would touch Zidan's skin, the man brushed off Asya's rough hand, and left Asya to enter without saying anything.

Asya's chest was tight, even her eyes instantly glazed over after a split second of getting such a response. Sighing, Asya chose to turn around, before closing the door to her apartment again.

"You why Zidan?" ask Asya, sitting next to the lover who actually does not think it exists.

"I was wrong what? You're in that?" Asya's voice looked like a squeak, making Zidan squash his hair in frustration before staring at the woman - sharp.

"You're disappointed in me, yes."

"How did you play? If I didn't pick up the phone yesterday, I'm sorry."

In fact, to see Asya's current facial expression had made him waver. However, when his memory was turned about yesterday's events, indirectly making the man growl again, the gaze that had previously softened was now - back-and-sharp.

"Yesterday?" Zidan nodded. "Oh yeah, where were you yesterday?"

"I went to-"

"You're going with Raihan?"

Zidan's question, which was conveyed with a soft tone and cut off his words, made Asya briefly pensive, before knowing what really happened.

"Yes, I went with Raihan, but it's not the same he did-"

Degs..

That sentence, Asya knew clearly what it meant. With trembling lips and gently raised hands, Asya grasped Zidan's hands, trying to shed all his misperceptions in understanding him.

"Zidan, you misunderstood. I've made it clear, I'll never betray you."

"Ck, in fact, everything you say will never be proven, Shay." Zidan's sturdy back crumbs on the back of the sofa with a view full of doubt.

Asya looked at Zidan with a look of disbelief. He knew, living and having a relationship with Zidan made him understand the attitude and nature of this man who was his lover. Zidan is stubborn, Zidan is easily provoked, and-

"What are you doing, Zidan?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

Asya could not help her disappointment this time. He had repeatedly wanted to explain it, straightening out everything Zidan still considered to be his fault. In the past, Asya was eager to forget that, and when Zidan returned to bring up even doubting his loyalty, Asya had a chance to think; was it when Zidan said he loved her that sincerity?

"You still don't believe me, Zidan?"

Closing his eyes, Zidan chose not to answer and reached into his pants pocket. He fiddled with the phone and handed it to Asya roughly.

After that they went back to silence. If Zidan was holding back his anger, it was different from Asya. His glazed eyes stared in surprise at what was on the screen.

The photo and Raihan, how did Zidan get it?

"It's not what you think it is. This. this-"

"You betrayed. You haven't changed, Shay. You're still-"

"Stop Zidan!" asya's memory, he was afraid.Fear the things that Zidan had said would be repeated again.

Zidan had no intention of stopping, especially when the corner of his eye accidentally glanced at what was draped around Asya's neck. A ring. Zidan still remembers what the ring was. His gaze darkened, making himself rise from his seat and pull the necklace where a ring was draped there.

"Zidan?! Why?" Asya stared at the necklace and ring that had been laid on the floor, making Zidan grieve.

"You intend to accept her proposal again?! You intend to leave me?!"

"I said no, Zidan! Why are you so guilty of me without wanting to know the truth?"

"You're the truth?" Zidan chuckles. "What truth should I know Asya. Do I have to tell the truth one by one?"

"Zidan's.." Asya's voice trembled as she mentioned the man's name. His hands automatically hugged the stomach, coiling as if to provide protection.

"Okay, you want to know, right? I'll tell you one by one."

"Please, stop.."

"You haven't changed, Shay. You used to be the mastermind behind the destruction of my family, and I can still foolishly love you. And now, your nature is back, yes. You betrayed me."

Zidan turned around afterwards, before the man's steps came to a standstill. His heart trembled, when he saw the grasp of Asya holding his arm, and the tears that flowed down the woman's cheeks.

"You're wrong Zidan.."

"I'm not wrong, Shay. You're still the same, and your nature hasn't changed."

That sense of shock was still there, even as Zidan's sentence stopped resonating. Along with the flowing tears, Asya advanced one step - approaching towards Zidan.

"When I try to be faithful, Zidan." Asya's fist hit Zidan's chest which he could reach. "I've desperately missed all my wounds, wounds when you say I'm a cheap girl. Injuries when no one believed in me. But I'm stupid, because everything's still the same." He hit his own head. His efforts were free, even the man he loved did not believe him.

I swear by anything, Asya has already established her heart for this man. The man who is the father of the child in his birth. The man who taught her pain, hurt, humiliation and love at the same time.

But it's all over. Then what should Asya expect again behind this trustless relationship? When Zidan doubted his loyalty, Asya doubted the man's love.

With a strong determination, Asya wiped away her rough tears. His head looked up at Zidan who was looking at him flatly, as if the cries and tears he shed were worthless.

"Relationships need to be run when there's mutual trust, Zidan. And in our relationship, you don't have it. You repeatedly doubted me, doubted my feelings, even when I tried to be faithful when you intimidated, when someone was still waiting for me with another love. I'm still holding out on you, Zidan. Because what? Because I love you, I have set my heart for you..,

..But, like I said, the relationship must be based on trust. And in our relationship, it doesn't exist. So what should be maintained, when our relationship is like this?"

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Sorry if feel'y gk dapet, even the part was disappointed. But this is what the author wanted to write from the beginning of making this novel.

The author hopes you can understand it..