My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 68

Sheet by sheet Zidan has repeatedly looked at. The feeling of haru, happy as well as proud, burst out from his recess. Instead of being bored, the man seemed addicted to staring at the portrait of life from the belly of his love.

USG Photos of the Child.

The fetus that Asya now contains grows healthy. That's what Zidan deduced from the information Ana often conveyed.

Sheet by sheet he now looks back. There were a few, and they were all summed up in an album that he always took with him wherever he was.

There is no day without thinking of Asya. There is no day without regrets. His heart that had glued the name of Asya there.

Sighing, Zidan closed the album and got out of bed where he leaned back.

Today he will meet Asya again. Whispering love words and kissing Asya, then again ended up lonely.

There is no courage to do more than that. When he wanted to, a beam of reality came back. Asya would be happy without him. I will not cry anymore because of it.

Sighing, Zidan grabbed the car keys on the nightstand beside the bed. Her appearance looks casual. Red hoodie with black jeans and sneakers that complement.

It only takes a few minutes to reach the basement where the car is parked.

A fine gnarly seemed to be imprinted along the forehead line as his feet stepped closer to the car. Jaw tightens. And.. Hells!! Why is j*lang standing next to his car?!

"What's going on here?!" Zidan pulled Esfi's hand and jerked it - in order to stay away.

The woman staggered. His chaotic appearance grew increasingly chaotic. Her hair is tangled. Make-up fade. The mini wear instead of adding sexiness, it makes Zidan hiss disgusted. And don't forget the smell of alcohol that comes out, making Zidan rush to grit his nose - - can't stand the smell.

"What's going on here?!"

Instead of answering the question, Esfi chuckled. His body, trying to get up. His misty eyes, he was forced to prank and looked at this 'former' of his lover.

"I miss you, Zidan...."

Zidan was silent, choosing to take a step back.

"Why did you choose Asya? I'm.." Esfi patted his chest and chuckled back. "I'm better than him.. I'm beautiful... Have a good body... But.., why did you choose him?!"

This time Zidan who giggled amusedly. O God... Is this woman not speaking wrongly?

"Lo said what? You better than him? You're prettier than her?" Momentary pause. The dark bead invaded sharply. Glancing reluctantly, from the tip of the hair to the toe of the woman before him. "And you say your body is good? Dream of heights, Esfi.."

Getting that insult, made Esfi groan angrily. He approached, gripping the collar of Zidan's hoodie with eyes that sparkled viciously.

"You're hianatin I made a girl who doesn't pantes Zidan!! He is nothing more than trash!! He's nothing more than a mura-j*lang"

Plaque...

That hand swing silenced Esfi's mouth. The woman again fell. Grimacing along with the blood that soaked the corners of his lips. Again, Zidan slapped him again.

The pain was intense, moreover it grew even more painful when looking with the tip of his own eyes, how Zidan saw it.

Disgusts..

Disgusts..

And disgusted..

"Gue persematin same lo, Esfi. Our relationship is no more important than anything I think. I'll tell you this time. But, if once again I'm horrified lo hina Asya, I don't hesitate to finish you at that time."

And then the roar of the car sounded. Still with his position sitting on the basement floor, Esfi grinned. Ignoring the corner of his bloody lips.

"If I can't get you, Zidan. So that cheap chick can't get you!!"

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The water pooled, and the foam that encircled - wrapped Asya's plain body so comfortably. The woman sighed, closing her eyes. Let his body drain, and get ready to repopulate.

A smile without being ruled is now engraved. The closed eyes are now open. The foam-clad hand was raised. Touching the forehead, two eyelids, the tip of the nose, then anchored on the lips.

The humidity is still felt. How the man kissed her, whispered the word love and the last one touched her stomach which now seemed to be a little bulging.

Yes, Asya just realized it.

For a long time he was drowning in the stifling euphoria of Zidan dumping him.

For a long time he was overwhelmed with longing, and Zidan did not see it.

It's all wrong.

Zidan still loves her. He still cares about her. In a fraction of a day, precisely in the middle of the night, the man would come to him. Give a kiss, mutter the word love and last interact with the child they contain.

And stupid for Asya who only realized it a month ago.

He thought all that tenderness was just a dream. He thought the kiss on his forehead was just a hallucination of missing the man so much.

Actuallyno. That wasn't a dream. It´s real.

And since then, at every weekend he'll be waiting for Zidan. Trying not to fall asleep even though the eyes closed. Trying not to cry when he heard the man whisper the word love, pray for their child he contained.

Yeah, that's what Asya wants.

Therefore, tonight he will not pretend to fall asleep again. If Zidan came before, now let him come. Yeah, and that's what Asya's gonna do tonight. The weekend, where Zidan always comes to him.

"Zidan's..." The name was spoken, so fitting in the heart made a wet speck present on Asya's moist face.

He closed, until a few constant knocks followed by a roaring alarm call, piercing through the glass door of the bathroom where he was soaking at the moment.

"Yes... Asya, you're all right? How long?"

Asya smiled mischievously, then sighed before exiting the bathup towards the shower to rinse herself off.

Some time passed. Asya turned off the shower before grabbing the bathrobe, deducing the rope before stepping closer to the door and opening it.

Fany's worried face was the first one she saw. With pursed lips, his best friend pulled his arm before leading himself to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Lo why so long? You don't know if I'm scared to death, huh? You're pregnant again, yes. Can't soak for long. You know what, right?" the question flocked into Asya's hearing. Instead of grumbling in annoyance, the pregnant woman had a faint smile that night and cupped the palm of her best friend.

"You worried?"

"That's it.."

Asya laughs. "Thank you, yeah."

Snorting, Fany reluctantly responded to the thank you. He's too worried. It was not a few minutes that his best friend was in the bathroom.

"Fa..."

There's no response.

"Fa..."

Still quiet.

"Sorry, huh?"

Sighing, Fany nodded. He looked at Asya, and the frown of his brows could not be held back once he saw Asya's sparkling aura. This woman looks happy. As if, something happy will happen later.

"Lo why smile, huh?"

"No reason."

"Trus?"

Instead of answering, Asya night got up from the edge of the bed and walked towards the closet.

The long-sleeved floral sleeping dress she chose this time. It will look beautiful when worn on his two-bodied body.

"Fan..?"

"Eumm?"

"I want to put on a shirt."

Fany nodded and boasted 'oh' ria, before saying, "Cepet down yeah, Sya. Dinner is ready."

"Yes." Yeah."

Before long, the previously innocent body was now covered in clothes. Asya walked towards the makeup mirror, looking at the reflection of her reflection there.

His body began to contain, in contrast to his slightly bulging stomach. Smiling, Asya's hands crept through her stomach.

"Tonight you'll hear Papah's voice again, son."

The soft words were followed by a very sweet knot smile. Swiping his stomach one round, Asya moved out of his room which was now on the ground floor.

He stepped slowly, holding his stomach. Entering the dining room where everything had gathered.

He thought laughter would welcome him. But not. This view just feels weird. Ana is seen crying a mouthful on Raihan's shoulder. Yuda squeezes her hair in frustration. Andi, too, is no different. The man looked closed - his head bowed, with Fany rubbing her shoulders gently.

"Why the hell?" Asya's voice that sounded trembling and squeaking made everything in the dining room look at her.

The look of sadness, and all kinds of things that Asya could not interpret.

"What's wrong?!"

Okay, now his brain can't be compromised. His mind flashed, especially as Ana approached and directly hugged him tightly.

"Zi-Zidan's chat... Yes...."

"Zi-Zidan why?"

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