My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 63

The sun turned, leaving the sky accompanied by the dim light of the moon. Asya still faithfully stood on the balcony of his room, looking at the empty view of Zidan's car which was not far parked.

The man was reluctant to stay, he preferred to sleep in an uncomfortable position, compared to accepting the offer to sleep while in this villa.

What exactly was that man thinking? Isn't it in this position that he should be angry? Shouldn't he be the one who should be disappointed with what the man did?

In fact, after learning that Zidan had told her about her pregnancy to her Omnya family, Asya was very afraid to open the phone, answering all the calls she believed from her exit.

It is tragic his fate. What exactly is God planning? Why does everything feel so hard?

"Give up Zidan..."

Asya said that while holding her chest that was very sick. It is not this kind of struggle that Asya wants. This was not what Asya expected of the man.

He wants an apology. It was not an apology that he had heard all this time, but an apology with real regret, and he had not seen it from Zidan.

Until the creaking of the door was heard, the sound of the tread stepping closer made Asya turn her head.

"Sir Ana?"

"Yes..." Ana smiled. "Can you talk to me for a second?"

Asya nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed right beside Ana's sister.

"What are you talking about, brother?"

"Zidan-"

Asya was silent, not wanting to refute or pay attention.

"He's sincere in your love, Shay."

"I know."

"But why-"

"I refuse him?"

Ana nodded making Asya sigh.

"I haven't seen the regret I should have. Yeah, even though I feel like he's really sorry. But this is not what I expected, brother. Not with him coming to my family and then giving an explanation, not that.."

"Trus, Yes?" Ana clasped Asya's hand. "Sister not want to be selfish, but as a brother, sister can not see Zidan gini, Sya."

Asya looked at Ana, trying to understand the position of the woman. But, once again. His heart wanted to be selfish this time. He wanted Zidan to feel what he was feeling. Trying to explain, apologizing sincerely, Asya wanted the man to experience it too.

And if she is said to be selfish, said to be hypocritical and whatever she calls it other than that, then Asya will answer; yes, she is indeed such a woman.

"Sir Ana want to hear me tell you something?"

Ana nodded despite still being in a confused position.

"I met Zidan when I moved to his school. A relationship that can be said to start from something ridiculous. I'm comfortable, and when I start feeling bad, she says I'm the destroyer of her parents' household.."

"Yes..." Ana tightened her grip.

And so Asya smiled. "I was expelled from school because the slander was unclear. Seven years I met Zidan again, he treated me like I wasn't human. Harassment, humiliation, and yes.. It was like this, sister, I was pregnant. I still have a relationship with Raihan."

"Yes... Sorry Zidan? I didn't know she was that first. Suppose-"

Asya shook her head, clutching Ana's trembling body. "Sister, I don't want to apologize Zidan. But, maybe it's not time yet."

"Sya..," muttered Ana around the tightness.

Perhaps, if he became Asya he would do the same. Leaving Zidan and torturing him until the man was sorry, very sorry.

...

Scraping the steering wheel and looking at Asya from behind the frosted glass, that was all Zidan could do.

Still imagined in the spirit of how Asya again rejected his presence. His umpteenth attempt, this time failed.

His battered face, it was also unable to shake Asya's heart of the slightest item.

Zidan grimacing. Tightness and pain at the same time. Is this really the end?

Is it with this refusal that Zidan should really leave?

And the ringing sound of a cell phone, will probably answer the questions raging in his mind straightforwardly.

"Hello Anita, what's wrong?"

'Sir, sorry to interrupt the night.'

"It's okay, An. You want to say something?" asked Zidan with a view that could not be separated from the object he had noticed.

'The investor contacted the company, sir. They want to know the progress of development from the Father directly. And if you like, they want to meet you in the field.'

"Would they like to meet in the field?"

Zidan thought for a moment. Maybe this is the best decision ahead of him. For Asya and him of course.

"All right, I'll leave tomorrow. Prepare travel tickets and other accommodations."

'Good, Sir.'

Zidan sighed as soon as the connection was cut off. He stared at the phone screen, where his picture and Asya were displayed as wallpaper.

He returned to dialing a number.

"Yud..," he said as soon as the connection was connected.

'Eh, Dan? You still outside?"

"Hmmm.."

'Very stubborn lo, bargained to enter, not enter. Why, you changed your mind?'

Zidan snorted, but returned to answer, "No, I just want to talk."

'What the fuck?'

"Gue looks like he'll be back in Jakarta tomorrow. So, I'm picking Asya, yeah.."

'Uh, how come back? Lo's sure?' asked across with a surprised tone.

"Yes. I have a job, tomorrow I have to fly to Surabaya, there's something I have to take care of."

'Lo give it up?'

"No, Yud. I give you some distance. While not meeting, it would be a good decision. And because of that I nitip Asya, said the same sister Ana, tell Asya to take a check with the obstetrician. The result was sent to my e mail."

'OK..' I heard a breath coming from sebrang. 'Gue will tell sister Ana your message. Take care of yourself, okay?'

"okay, bro. Thanks.god.."

The call back ended. Zidan took a deep breath. Perhaps his absence on Asya's side would take a long time.

"Hopefully, when we meet again, we'll be better.."

...

Morning as usual, with regular activities. Asya, Ana, Fany, Andi and Yuda ate their breakfast quietly, none of them opening up a conversation between them.

"Yes, is it over?" ask Ana, while wiping the corners of the lips with a tissue.

"Udah brother."

"Now, yes." said Fany, her best friend was thrusting a glass of pregnancy milk to Asya and immediately greeted him.

He drank it slowly to the toilet. Then move on to clean up the dinnerware together with Fany. Leaving Ana, Andi and Yuda in the dining room.

"An, is Zidan still in front?" The woman asked with agile hands, putting together some breakfast menu in a plate she was about to deliver to her sister.

"He's home, brother." Not Andi, but Judah answered.

"Well, Zidan's coming home?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What did you say?" keep Ana.

"He has business. There's a job he said in Surabaya."

"Oh." Andi nodded, also feeling disappointment when his best friend left.

"He's a nitip."

"Nitip what?" ask Ana. The food he had prepared had even been snarled.

Yuda sighed, trying to remember everything Zidan said last night. "He said he was nitip Asya. He also told Ana to take Asya to the obstetrician, and if possible, the results were sent to her e-mail."

"He long?"

"It looks like a long time."

"Gue kasian the same Zidan," cletuk Andi who indirectly berbengguki both.

They spoke again after that, unaware of Asya's presence who had heard their conversation earlier.

Asya's gaze was stunned, even the woman had to concentrate her body on the nightstand that was on the side of the kitchen door.

Zidannya go?

Did he give up?