My Devil Man's
MDM - Part 71
Asya stared awkwardly at the large mirror. The reflection of her wearing the dress was clearly reflected. Knee-length satin white dress with the back dangling wrapped around her slightly contained body. It was in stark contrast to his already swollen stomach.
Asya sighed, her hand moving touching a tiara on top of her head that was nicely attached. Various kinds of glittering rocks were arranged there. Again, adding a glamorous impression plus her wavy-draped hairdo.
The gaze was locked, until the creaking sound of the door of the room opened blurred Asya's daydream. The woman looked at the mirror. Seeing Ana who stepped on him with a sweet imprinted smile.
"Yes, why daydream?"
Shaking Asya turned around, letting Ana grab her hand to grasp it. "What's wrong, brother."
"You nervous?"
"Yes." Yeah." Asya nodded, her eyes suddenly heated up by something that was hard to interpret.
Make the looking Ana crunch in anxiety before taking the tissue located on the nightstand to remove the melt of the 'Sister' tears'.
"Don't cry on dong. If Zidan knew, he'd be sad."
There was no other choice for Asya but to agree. But what Ana said was true too. The incident has passed, although the events are still imprinted in Asya's mind - even now.
And right now, all Asya needed to do was look ahead. Leave the past and think of it as just a memory.
"So, are you ready now?" ask Ana again.
Making Asya nod after previously normalizing her heart rate that was too hard.
Then the creaking of the door for the second time was heard again. This time it was Anton-Omnya who entered the room and walked towards the two of them.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but feel his lust. That old man looked happy. Seeing the Nephew who has been considered as his own son, will build a household heresy and will change the status to 'Wife' someone.
Yep.. Surely there is nothing to be happy about besides that.
"Of..." Asya squeaked, receiving Anton's helping hand before turning to embrace his elbow and standing side by side.
Ana came out first, leaving Asya with the middle-aged man who was very meritorious to her.
"Om happy, Asya. Finally I can see you happy. And I'm sure Tony is too."
Asya nodded haru. Groped Anton's arm before they finally walked.
The steps felt heavy for Asya. His chest tightened, not out of anger - but outbursts of happiness.
Especially when their steps reached the middle room of the mansion. The room that had been conjured up in such a way became very beautiful. Various flowers complement, combined with chairs arranged in parallel - already filled by people who are not familiar to Asya.
Hand grip on Anton's elbow tightens. His eyes were bright and happy at the same time.
Seeing the man she loved so much was now standing in the middle of the Altar with a priest, making the tinge on Asya's cheek even more visible.
Still remembered in the mind how it remained some time ago. The long sound of an electrocardiograph is often present in Asya's dreams. Being a terrible backsound, and always ending up with a well-built Asya then crying a mouthful.
He thought happiness couldn't be gulped. He thought Zidan would have the heart to leave him in this world with a mistake that was still embedded.
But in fact, none of that happened. Zidan didn't leave him. Despite having to end up in a coma, Asya never gave up on expecting the man's consciousness.
Asya. Days passed by full of supplication. Hoping that Zidan would come to his senses and return to accompany his days.
Again, God granted his wishes and prayers. Zidan realized, on the 14th day the man opened his eyes after a long period of silence. And Asya became the first person she looked at back then.
And after that, their happy days began. Asya faithfully accompanied Zidan to carry out the treatment process. One month later, Zidan proposed to her. Asya could not refuse, let alone their status that would soon change into parents.
"Jaga Asya's.." The sentence jolted his daydream.
Asya pranks, seeing how Anton hands her hands to Zidan's. His eyes closed, feeling the affectionate kiss that Anton gave to the tip of his head.
Then his gaze turned to Zidan. They look at each other. Let the Pastor say one or two words, before it is their turn to say the holy promise of marriage.
The promise was very sweet from the lips of both. Until they exchange rings as a sign that they are now tied.
Zidan's gentle kiss was placed on Asya's lips, along with the applause of those present at their wedding.
"I love you, my God," said Zidan as soon as they missed.
"I love you too, Zidan..," Asya replied.
The man then lowered his head, peeping at Asya's distended stomach, where the Son was coiled comfortably inside.
...
Asya was unceasingly smiling. Although their marriage was only attended by relatives and close friends, it did not reduce their happiness especially on the most precious day today.
Until the hand catapult jerking Asya. Make her look over and get a soft kiss on the lips again.
"Sorry.."
Zidan did not reply, but he took one step back and stood behind Asya, before bringing his wife into his arms.
"It's definitely not a dream wedding.."
As he looked down, Asya smiled. No, he can't expect more than this. For him enough with Zidan everything feels perfect. Lebai. But, that's the truth.
"As long as you are, I'm happy, Zidan."
They were silent after. Still in the same position, with eyes leading to the same object.
There, not far from them all seemed happy. Enjoy a simple but thick event with a feel of family.
Until soft rhythmic music accompanies. Everything seemed to dissolve in that atmosphere. Some people choose to sit, others choose to dance.
Asya's smile returned. Seeing Raihan who now embraces Ana, invites her to dance. There was also Fany, although with a grunting face - the woman still accepted Andi's invitation to dance in the middle of the mansion room.
Yeah, everything looks perfect. Then can he expect more from this?
"Aren't you going to dance?" asked Zidan who Asya answered with a slab.
"Didn't you see my belly that's gone bloated?"
Zidan chuckled, but immediately the man clung to his hand - stroking Asya's protruding belly. Happy feeling is growing. The fact that soon he would become a father jolted in his heart.
"I'm happy, Shay."
"happy?"
"Yes, I'll be Papah soon."
"I'm happy too.."
"I'm sorry, yes."
"Zidan..," said Asya, turning around. He'll understand. Therefore he smiled - cupped Zidan's face where the scar was still clearly imprinted clearly on some side of the face. "I'm the one who's sorry. Suppose I hear all your talk, there's no way you'll get into an accident. And.. There's no way you almost left me at that time."
"Th.. Don't blame yourself. There is no love without struggle, yes."
And therefore, after hearing that speech. Asya slightly tiptoed, about to instill a kiss on Zidan's lips before a voice intruded.
"Asians.."
Asya turned around, her face met with red. "Sister Justin?"
"Congratulations."
Asya nodded, briefly hugging her older cousin before switching to hug Tina-Justin's wife.
"Where is Varo, brother?" Asya's eyes circulated, looking for the whereabouts of his nephew.
"He's the same Mama" Justin replied, his gaze turning to Zidan. "Congratulations, Dan. It worked.."
"Thanks, Brother," Zidan replied with the frills of 'Sister' as Asya used.
And then they chatted for a while. Asya is so enthusiastic, especially when talking about pregnancy problems.
"May your child be healthy, yes, yes" said Tina. Which Asya answered with a happy nod.
After chatting for a while with Justin and Tina, Zidan invites Asya to meet Rendi, who also happens to be chatting with Anton and Darma.
"Well," call Zidan. Not only did Rendi turn her head, Anton and Darma did the same.
Rendi's hands stretched out, asking Asya to sit beside her while Zidan beside Anton. His wrinkled face was clearly printing happiness.
"Father happy you finally get married with Zidan..," said Rendi who asserted by two other people.
"Thank you, Pah.."
"What are you thanking me for, Asya? It is precisely here that Papah should thank you. Because of you, Zidan changed."
Asya's face was red. Getting a good reception from the Zidan family was indeed something happy for Asya.
Yes, there was nothing Asya could have expected more than this.
Everything feels complete. Perfect. And according to what he expected. Maybe even more.
Seeing family and friends gather together to celebrate the happiest day, that is what Asya thinks is most valuable.
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