My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 62

Once the car was parked safely, Zidan could not hold the ringing that immediately came out of the bruised lips.

Although the wound and bruise have been treated by Anton's son-in-law, the pain is still very pronounced even though only moving the lips to just talk.

Zidan's hands lifted, felt the bandages lining the wound at some point, and a smile rose without him being able to stand it any longer.

Oh, if only Asya took care of him, it is certain that the wound will heal at that time.

Sighing Zidan smiled wryly. Getting blessing alone has made him very happy, let alone get the opportunity to be opened the door sorry by the woman?

"Lo can't give up, Zidan." The sentence was spoken again.

His eyes were glued. It was very desirable for Zidan to come to Asya and say how happy he was now.

But again, let alone to approach the woman, she was too afraid to get out of the car and enter Andi's villa despite the distance between her car and the building was not far away.

10 mins...

30 mins...

Until, 1 hour passed - Zidan was still silent.

Look at the reddish sky where dusk has picked up the sun to shine on the other side of the earth.

Until the man was stunned by the constant knock on the car window. Zidan turned his head and found Andi who furrowed his eyebrows because his knock was not also responded.

"Zidan open! It's you, right?"

"Zidan?! Don't tell me you're dead?"

Grieving, and feeling the pulse in his wound increasing, Zidan opened the car door and was immediately greeted by a look of wonder and question by his best friend.

"Why are you in the face?"

"Struggle."

"What struggle? Lo fight?"

Zidan grunts. "Gue came to Asya's house, I told him everything and this is what I got."

Andi's views grew more violent, the man was more surprised after what Zidan said. "Lo, you tell me everything? How's trus?"

Zidan pulled the corners of the lips, and once again - a ringing was present without being held back, "Aww.."

"Be careful!" cletuk Andi, then again asked, "Where is Trus, Dan? Do you have the restaurant?"

"Gue dapet, but there's a condition."

"What?"

"Here I must forgive."

"It's hard."

"Take it too."

Then they went back to silence. Andi stood leaning against the body of the car, while Zidan was still in his original position, sitting on a chair and looking at the villa from an insignificant distance.

Until a brilliant idea emerges. Ah, even this can not be said to be a brilliant idea, but an idea that contains risks in it.

Armed with a rearview mirror, Zidan's hand moved - removing some bandages, where the wound was almost covered.

"Lo what the fuck?!" sergeant Andi, once found Zidan who had pressed his own wound.

From dry, bloody back. From almost closed, now back open.

"It's for my love."

"Lo nge-bucin, huh?! Lo crazy?!" Back Andi's hand reached Zidan's hand where the man's fingers were now pressing the wound on the corner of the lip.

"Th.. I just want to know Asya is still in love with me whether not."

"Lo's crazy!!" Andi cursed, but his gaze was also full of worry.

Zidan's face that had been treated returned to bleed. Worse still, cuts and bruises on the temples look swollen and blue.

"Anter I'm in."

Zidan got out of the car with a limp leg. Andi reached him, wrapped Zidan's arm over his shoulder and carried the man on his way.

"Lo should treat me to this, Dan."

"okay."

And then they chuckle.

...

Zidan's bead closed, feeling Asya's soft touch around her bruise. And once the manic opens, I don't know what Zidan has to say.

Grateful, or guilty?

He wants to hug. No loss he went back to self-harm. If Asya returns to pay attention to him, this wound is not a problem.

Andi sighed Zidan's body on the sofa. It was not only Asya who looked worriedly at him. There was Ana, Fany, and Yuda who had just approached from the kitchen.

Ana approached, sitting on Asya's side. "Why you?"

Although the question may already be in the mind, Ana still made sure. Oh my.. Is this the love of her sister to Asya?

"I'm not pa pa pa, sis," the answer was uttered with a view that could not be separated from Asya.

A peaceful feeling of swallowing, Zidan's hand moved subconsciously reaching out to Asya's face and rubbing it. "I'm not pa pa pa, Shay. Don't be sad."

Asya was eager to wean this tenderness, but she was unable to. As soon as Zidan touched it, thousands of volts spread out, sending a strange gallon that felt comfortable.

"Lo's face is no longer good, Dan." The cletukan came from Judah. Although worried, but his sense of humor is not lost even in a precarious atmosphere though.

"Lo what the fuck?!" Hearing that made Fany elbow. Come on, is there no time to joke.

Everyone is still watching Zidan. Even Asya who previously inflames the word surrender never moved to stay away.

The other with Andi. Feeling that something was lacking, he who had just circulated a glance asked, "Where are you?"

"He's back" replied Yuda.

"He said there was work," continued Fany, making Andi who noticed grunting.

The man got up from the sofa, walking towards Fany who had already put up a look of anticipation towards him. "Lo can't talk to him!" whispered.

"Why indeed?" asked Fany, in a slightly whispering furious tone as well.

"Lo wants me to kiss again, huh?"

Hearing that, Fany shook her head quickly. Made Andi sigh and turned her eyes to Asya and Ana who were still looking worriedly towards Zidan.

Zidan's plan worked.

"Now it's time to get back to our jobs. As for Zidan, let Asya be the medicine."

Everyone agrees because of that. Because, unconsciously they also expect Asya and Zidan to return to normal.

The silence is back. Asya and Zidan. Asya took out the P3K box that was inside the drawer next to the sofa nightstand.

Clean the wound with alcohol, and put an antiseptic around it before covering it with bandages and plaster.

Everything went awkward. Asya was silent as well as Zidan. Even a sliver of ringing could not be heard from her aunt who was also injured.

"Udah is done." Asya got up, put the box back in the nightstand before leaving. However, not yet two steps he stepped on, Zidan was already holding his wrist.

"Yes, are you still angry?"

"You fighting?"

"It's all for you, Shay."

"For me?" Asya chuckled and turned around. "What do you mean?"

"I came to your Om house, and confessed all."

Asya's body stiffened. "For what? What do you admit, Zidan?!"

"Everything." Zidan got up, approached Asya and held his shoulder. "All, the mistreatment of me and of us, Shay."

"You-you"

"I want us to go back, Shay. Please.." Zidan lowered his head, glued his forehead even for a moment, because Asya then moved away, looking at him with pain.

"I'm disappointed in you Zidan! You better go home! What I hope is not a struggle like this, this is wrong!!"

And that was Asya's last selfish word before the woman turned herself around, leaving Zidan riveted and holding her chest tight.

Struggle futile...

Asya hated herself...

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Sorry, the story is increasingly ambiguous, because the fact is that the head of the author again hurts..😄😄