My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 64

Zidan again checked the appearance, tired and bruised traces are even still printed. He's letting. Not not not not want to treat, but more to the level of motivation.

Sighing, Zidan stepped out of the passenger seat. Approaching Anita who was waiting for him first with a tablet in hand.

"How come, they've come?" zidan asked, making Anita look.

The woman wearing the shirt was gaping because she saw Zidan's appearance. They did not leave with one flight, Anita left first, while Zidan followed.

"Anita?"

"Eh-eums... They have come sir. They're waiting for you there."

"All right, let's go meet them."

They walked in, past the towering high guardrail. Zidan received a security cap from one of the officers and put it on, before moving closer to the people who were waiting for his presence there.

"Sir Arka..," said Zidan.

The middle-aged man shook his hand. As with Anita, the look of a surprised face that he could not hide.

"Are you okay, Mr Zidan?"

"I'm fine sir."

"Your face?"

Zidan smiled wryly, groping the bruises that were at the temple. "Little problem, sir."

Arka smiled understandably. "I've experienced it too." He patted Zidan on the shoulder slowly. "At an age like you sometimes I do that too."

Then for a moment they laughed. After that Zidan stretched out one hand, leading the visit of one of his colleagues to discuss the progress of hotel construction.

Zidan explains it in detail, with Anita and Dani helping him.

Until they finally finished. Arka seemed to smile with satisfaction about what Zidan explained, let alone the construction of a hotel that felt beyond expectations inevitably amazed the ability of this young man before him.

"Sir Zidan I am quite satisfied with your work progress."

"Thank you, Sir. You're overreacting."

Arka shakes. "It's not excessive, Mr. Zidan. I'm very interested in your explanation, especially with all the supporting facilities."

"Once again I thank you, sir."

"Together, I hope that in the future the construction of this hotel is not constrained by anything, and it is going well."

"I hope so too, sir."

...

Zidan returned to his car when the gate opened. The car was parked in front of the mansion.

Sighing, Zidan stuck his forehead on the steering wheel. He chose to return early. After the meeting, lunch and a short break, Zidan decided to return to Jakarta without wanting to spend any further time in the city.

The business of office work that was on his shoulders, as well as the problem of the gap in his relationship with Asya became the biggest scourge for Zidan at this time.

With a shunt step he got out of the car. Once again, his current choice was only fixed on his family mansion. Still reluctant to go home to the apartment because there his memories and Asya many printed.

Suana darkened the living room welcomed Zidan that night. He stepped up, unknowingly someone watching him as he peddled his feet in the room.

"Zidan's..."

The call stopped his steps. Zidan turned his head, trying to adjust the vision in the dark of the atmosphere.

"Isn't he? Papah hasn't slept?"

"The father can't sleep. Here Zidan, papah wants to talk something."

With Zidan closing in, he sat down at the side of the father who was holding his hand.

"You got a problem?"

"No, pah," Zidan lied.

Rendi sighed. "Don't lie, son. I know you have a problem. You've been weird lately."

"No, Pah." Shaken, Zidan refuted. "Zidan has no problem. Did Ana say anything?"

"Ana said nothing. Papah's just seen your giggat lately is weird."

Zidan paused for a moment, examining whether he should tell Rendi, or bury his own troubles.

Finally, after that brief thought Zidan turned his head. Staring at the father in the dim space.

"Bah, I want to talk to you about something."

"The father will listen."

Zidan sighed, his empty gaze staring at the ceiling as soon as he spoke.

"I hurt someone, Pah. Accuse him, don't believe what he's saying, until he's gone."

Choosing to listen, Rendi clasped Zidan's hand.

"You're surrendering?"

Zidan. "No, Pah. I'm not blissful. I'll try, I'll get him again."

Listening to that made Randy smile. He just didn't expect. Zidan, who had never told him anything before, was now so open.

"Father may not be able to value how your relationship is. Yes, you were wrong Zidan. In every relationship, both friendship and romance, trust is a cornerstone. And Papah hopes you can get him again."

"Thank you, Pah."

After that, they were both silent. Until Rendi opened her voice, "Woman, do you know Papah?"

"Know," Zidan's crater was brief.

"Who?"

"The father will know later. Someday Papah will meet him."

...

Asya sat pensively, still along with the flash of conversation she heard yesterday.

Is Zidan really sorry? Yeah, without even asking Asya already knew that. But, for some reason in the corner of his deepest heart, he was eager to be selfish.

See how much the man struggles to get it back, and how sincerely he apologizes.

But that fact was a boomerang for him. Because in fact, the departure of Zidan enough to make Asya confused until this heavy.

He can't sleep all night. If you do not think about the child in the womb, maybe you have swallowed sleeping pills to close your eyes.

He misses Zidan, and that's undeniable. Zidan's attention to her, and the apology she spoke of in fact made her heart tremble.

Sighing, he spread a glance. Only passers-by can Asya see. They looked happy, let alone seeing a pair of lovers who joined hands to make Asya envious instead of playing.

"Yes.."

Asya turned her head and immediately found Fany and Ana behind him.

"What's wrong?"

"Would you like to take a walk?"

"Where?"

"There's a garden around here." Fany answered.

Asya hesitated. Welcoming the hand of Ana who was about to hold it.

They also walk. It is undeniable, Asya is happy here. The atmosphere is not too crowded, the cool air that refreshes the lungs, all feels right.

Once they arrive. Asya and Fany choose to sit on the park bench, while Ana buys snacks that they will enjoy while here.

"Fa.."

"Eumm?"

"You think I was wrong?"

Fany turned with her eyebrows linked. "Wrongly? Wrong why?"

Sighing, Asya said, "You saw Zidan's condition yesterday? I feel guilty about that?"

"I think he's doing it because he's run out of apologizing to you."

Fany's words made Asya bite her lips in a huff. "So you think I was wrong?"

Fany nodded, trying to cupping Asya's hand-gave him some understanding. "Lo shouldn't do that, Shay. Okay I know he's wrong. But, didn't he miss a chance?"

"He's pantes."

"Trus?"

Asya did not reply, she chose to lower her head.

"Yes.."

Asya remained silent.

"There are times when someone will give up when the struggle is meaningless."

That sentence, Asya understood it. Honestly, he was scared. Afraid Zidan would give up and leave. Even though he had asked Zidan to give up on their relationship, could he say it was a lie?

"What is it, Fan?"

"Well, how else? You have to forgive him."

"I.. I'm sorry about her.."

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