My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 65

Zidan again wiped his rough tears, trying to see from the fog his eyes and myopic bush which he currently used as a hiding place.

It might be silly, but here's Zidan.

Hold as well as his feet that want to step. Resisting the rate of the ticking hammer that seemed to want to explode. Asya's laughter roused everything, including Zidan's pessimism towards himself.

She laughed, but not because of him. There were only cries as his presence was on the woman's side. Making Zidan affirm to himself that his presence will only score a wound.

"You're happy, Shay.. But, not because of me."

That's a fact and Zidan can't deny it.

Intentions want to win back the heart of the idol, it makes him stop at the center of misery.

Asya is a happy shaft. The center of Zidan's beat of love is in the woman. And Zidan didn't want to ruin it, take away the laughter and re-publish the pain.

That's why he chose to stop here. Looking away like a stalker, especially when looking at his clothes. Black hoodie, black hat, even sunglasses. Exactly like the stalker in the drama.

The shame he felt. Not struggling even when whispers of wonder about his behavior are heard. For him, just looking at Asya has eroded his intense longing for his love.

Yeah, crazy and weird. But, that was how Zidan was when it came to Asya.

Closing his eyes and choosing to lean against the trunk of the tree behind him, Zidan once again wiped the corner of his wet eyes.

Reluctant to deny the longing that is now creeping into tears. Asya is too precious to be hurt the second time. The heart of the woman is now very fragile.

And if the reason Asya laughed because of his absence, then Zidan willingly. Relax away and just look in the shadows.

"Hopefully be happy..," said Zidan, waving before turning away. Go as far as possible.

...

Asya. His body was bristled by something he did not know. Not something terrible, something that was more indicative of the heavy point of longing.

He wishes Zidan was there. Nil. There was, when he turned his head, only a grove of shrubs swaying in the wind that greeted him.

"Yes..," the call severed Asya's attention on the object she was looking at. He turned his head, smiling back at Raihan who was by his side.

"Yes?"

"What did you see?"

"Do you feel like someone isn't there?" Point him pointed to the bush, his eyes that watering question make Raihan also pay attention.

"No, Yes. It's the most because of the wind."

Asya confirmed that. Who watches it from far away. Everything is here, except.--

"Diehan?"

"Yes?"

Asya swallowed his saliva roughly. The index finger knocks in front of the chest, a habit that has just emerged when nervous and doubtful struck. "When you were there, did you meet Zidan?"

The roar was gone, Raihan looked at Asya inside. The longing was printed making Raihan reluctant to admit even if it was true. "No, Yes. Didn't he tell you where he was going?"

"He didn't tell me.. He just told Yuda, he said he was going to Surabaya."

"Job order?"

Asya nodded.

They then fell silent. If Asya lowered her head, Raihan was just the opposite. The man looked at Asya meaningfully. Honestly, Raihan had tried to approach Asya, understand from the woman's point of view, and now Raihan understood.

Asya's anger towards Zidan, Asya still loves the man. Remain in a state of mind when not meeting.

"Yes.," Raihan called back to make Asya turn her head and look with a blink towards him.

"What's wrong?"

"Aren't you sorry Zidan?"

"If he came" Paused for a moment, before he went back on, "I'll excuse him. He's missing his second chance."

"Yes, you really are, yes.. He sincerely loves you.."

"I know.."

...

He patted Zidan on the shoulder and looked at him with a grin, before asking, "Lo nguntit people?"

"Gtfhh... Hahaha..," Andi's laughter exploded, even the man held onto his cramped stomach. "Loe.. Lo nguntit?"

Zidan grunts. "As far as you are! I don't care!"

"Trus lo why are you here?" Andi asked after calming his laughter, the man's dark bead glanced at the watch which showed the time almost midnight. "Lo want to go for a nginep?"

"No."

"Trus?" Judah embraced Zidan, sitting him in the chair. "Would you meet Asya?"

"He hasn't slept?"

"It's like it."

"Where is Ana?"

Andi moved, peering from the open door, the atmosphere seemed quiet but the voices of people chatting though smooth still sounded. "It's like talking to Raihan."

"Oh, isn't he coming home?" Zidan's countenance was sour when he asked the man's whereabouts.

Still fresh Zidan's memory of Asya's laughter this afternoon. How familiar they are and Raihan's adoring gaze on Asya. He doesn't like it, he hates it.

"And?" Andi patted Zidan on the shoulder when he saw the friend was silent, then he glanced at Yuda, but the man just relaxed his shoulders.

"Relax, he's just as mediocre as you are."

Zidan was still silent, he understood what Andi meant. "Gue doesn't matter."

"Ooh.." Pause for a moment. "Lo so I'll see Asya?"

Nodding, the man got up from his seat followed by his best friend. They enter the villa, coinciding with Raihan and Ana emerging from the kitchen.

Zidan's steps stopped. There was a hue of dislike when looking at Raihan. Ana, who felt this tense atmosphere, approached her sister and embraced her.

"When's the camera?"

"So afternoon."

"Would you meet Asya?"

Think of it as an answer.

"Yes, yuk.. He's sleeping."

...

Looking at Asya's face, Zidan could not help but shake the happiness in his chest. Although he could only meet the idol when he slept, Zidan had no problem with it.

"Yes.." That hand he held, and he kissed so gently. "I'm sorry, I haven't been able to do what's best for us.. You can't be happy yet.."

Again, only silence answers. Looking at the pretty face was shady, Zidan lowered his head. Smacking the forehead, the two eyelids and the last are anchored on the lips.

Zidan misses this. A closeness that feels warm and so fitting in the heart.

"How are you doing, Papah's son?" This time it was Asya's flat stomach that was Zidan's attention.

She uncovers Asya's sleeping dress. Swiping while then where the whereabouts of his son now. "Sorry dear Papah, Papah can't get your Mom's heart."

Then kiss him, hoping the child will grow healthy in the womb.

"Yes.." The name was again called. Zidan corrected the location of the dress and again enveloped Asya to the waist.

"I love you, very.."

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Hi. sorry if sometimes the writing of the goddess is less interesting. Currently the goddess is again in the stage of writing gap, again mumet and males for just typing. The goddess just wants to say, this novel Insha Allah will soon be finished.

But not sure how many more episodes.

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