My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 54

About an hour later, Zidan was silent in his car. The man gripped the steering wheel until his knuckle turned white. His head was bowed in lethargy, with a strong alcohol scent oozing out.

He can't do this. Parting with Asya was very stifling for him. Even as the man closed his eyes, the shadow of Asya smiling at him had gone too far.

Before it ended like this, Zidan had tried to find Asya as he could. He doesn't want to try more. But imagining Asya running away from him, slightly hindered the man from seeking love.

Zidan reluctantly got out of his car. He walked away, his eyes twitched and his head throbbed in pain. After as much as possible to set the footing, Zidan finally can enter his minimalist apartment.

Yeah, just like Zidan thought. Almost the entire corner of this room holds his memories with Asya. Pain, happiness, egoism and even laughter, immediately flushed and pierced the idolatry.

Back again one clear point is present in the corner of the eye. Zidan smiled wryly, the man muttered, "Yes, where are you?"

"I miss you, Shay." The two sentences seemed to have become mandatory for Zidan to say.

The man stepped up, entered the room and sighed at the black t-shirt he was wearing. Behind his strong body, Zidan's heart remained fragile.

Repeatedly in the pain, making it numb will feel itself. Until he meets Asya, loses her, meets Asya again and loses her again - - the result of the same stupidity.

Zidan's hand moved, hitting his head repeatedly as the man's body was fully rested on the edge of the bed.

"Stupid!! You idiot!! You stupidest guy Zidan!!"

The scream turned into a joke. The man was crying, crying for the lover he repeatedly hurt. He doubted repeatedly. And.. Repeatedly crying for it.

Until his reddened eyes saw a box that Asya gave a few days ago. The box is peach colored. Located on the nightstand, next to the bookshelf on the right side of the bed.

The muscular body woke up, then moved. Her heavy eyes tried to open her. A flash of memory appeared when Asya gave the box away. He told Zidan to open it.

After taking a few days, Zidan finally opened the box. His eyes that I had in an instant were round. His chest was beating uncharacteristically. Even her lips were about to utter a word, and it was also trembling and mute.

Zidan is not stupid to understand that, especially when a small yellow paper that says 'Our child candidate' seems to justify Zidan's assumption.

"I'm gonna be a dad?" It was a question besides the reality that had just been faced with him.

The burly hand grabbed the USG sheet and the testpect result. Dark eyes looked at him with an unreadable look, but full of twinkle.

"I'm gonna be a dad?" The question is repeated.

"I'm gonna be a dad?" Repeat again.

"Yes God.. Asya, we'll be parents.."

Sense - which can be called happiness - afflicts him. He did not expect, the treatment of his depraved before raping Asya can present a life that is now breathing in the womb of his lover.

Ah, what now can their relationship be said by lovers? Clearly, the one that Zidan knows. When Asya became a lover, and stole all attention and filled all corners of his heart, at that time Zidan claimed the woman as his own, his love and part of his breath.

"Yes.." One clear point - happiness-it's back present. "I'll find you, I'll find you, wherever it is. That's my promise, yes.."

...

The breeze, as well as the cool aroma penetrated into the lungs when Asya opened the balcony divider with his room this afternoon.

Villa said Andi has good facilities according to Asya. Spacious and green courtyard, back garden, swimming pool, and do not forget the size of the villa is arguably large with six rooms available.

Asya sighed. Now, and from this moment on Asya will live his new life. Together with the baby and the people who support him for like this.

"You're supporting mama, right?" Asya touched her stomach while smiling wryly.

His day was squeezed by a tormenting sense of tightness and longing. He admitted he couldn't hate Zidan for what he did. Either way, they're both victims. Victims of the rottenness of Zidan's ex-lover.

"So, don't be angry because mama separated you from papah. You have to support your mother, baby.."

After saying that sentence, Asya turned around and re-entered the room. He opened the suitcase, picked up strands by strands of clothes and arranged them in a closet - - - before the sound of knocking and creaking of the open door entered his ears.

Asya looked over and smiled sweetly. "Fani, it's you."

Fany smiled back, the woman with the hair in the high pigtail sat on the edge of the bed with eyes wide. "Gue didn't expect Andi to have a villa this big huh, Sya."

Asya nodded in confirming. He also did not expect to live in a large villa owned by a person who in fact is Zidan's best friend.

"Sama, Fan," said Asya while closing the closet door when his clothes were all arranged.

"Ask what?"

"Eumm," Fany muttered. "Why do you refuse to enter Om lo's house?"

Asya's head lowered. He recalled the incident earlier this afternoon, as soon as the car contained him, Fany and Andi stopped right in front of the high fence of his Om house.

Asya's determination to meet her remaining family back then, shrieked instantly. His mind flashed at that moment. If he came in, what would he say?

Asya is not someone who is good at closing secrets. What was a burden in his mind, he could easily say without even a second thought.

And therefore, when thinking briefly at that time. Asya finally decides not to meet with Om and his family first.

"I'm daggers ready, Fan." After a long silence, Asya finally answered.

"Why not ready?"

"..."

"Lo's afraid Om you know?"

Asya nodded.

"Oh my God, Yes." Fany hugged Asya quickly. "Lo don't have to tell them, Shay."

"They deserve to know, Fan."

"Yes, but yes, lo it-"

Fany's words stopped the moment she felt her best friend's body tremble. Her friend cried, I don't know how many times.

"Yes?"

There was no answer, except a brief mutter.

"We're out yuk."

Asya nodded. Removing her tears as if their embrace was stifled. I don't know why his emotions are a little unstable at the moment. Asya so much easier to cry, angry and even happy just because of something simple.

Maybe it's the mother's birth, Asya's mind.

After that Fany brought Asya out of the room located on the second floor. They walked down the stairs and then again continued to move towards the back of the villa where the back garden is located.

There they found Andi was feeding the fish in a small pond-park. The man turned his head when he heard the approaching footsteps.

"Yes, Fan." Andi smiles. "The two of you got the stuff?"

Asya nodded as well as Fany, only that the woman did not look at her interlocutor and instead looked at the garden that seemed more beautiful.

"Ck," Andi clucked. I don't know, he rarely sees a woman like Fany who's never even been fascinated by him.

The woman was instead busy fighting with him and looking for trouble, making him involuntarily shake his head briefly.

Until vibrate the phone intruding. Andi reached into the pocket of her pants and looked at the screen where the message was printed.

He swiped the screen and read the message. Afterwards he looked at Asya and Fany with a meaningful smile.

"Yes, Fan, we better get ready. Ana's sister Yuda already wants to nyampe."

"Sir Ana? Yuda?"

Andi nodded. "Yes, they'll be here any minute."

Manik Fany. "Wait, who told them?"

"Grand."

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