My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 75

Swabs in his distended stomach make the bead lentik it prickling. Asya opened her eyes, palpating the arm that was now rubbing her stomach while smiling lightly.

"Zidan?"

"Hmm?"

"What time is it?" ask Asya. His body wriggled trying to drive out the tired after his activities last night with Zidan.

The man refused to answer. With a gentle movement Zidan actually re-submerged his head in Asya's fine mane. There was nothing he wanted to do today except to be curled up under a blanket, with the innocent body of the Wife held in captivity.

Feeling Zidan's embrace tightened, Asya moved back and said, "Zidan, I don't want to be in the villa mulu. I'm going for a walk."

"Later, Yes.."

Zidan's muffled voice made Asya giggle amusedly. Once again, the woman squirmed before finally managing to break free.

Asya got up from the bed and immediately put on a sleeping robe to cover her innocent body. Seeing Zidan who was still closed made Asya cluck.

So the woman chose to go into the bathroom to refresh herself.

A comfortable sigh immediately slid from Aunt Asya as soon as the body of her peasant was submerged in warm water. The surrounding foam adds to the impression of it all.

Asya's eyes were still closed, reluctant to open even when sliding door friction sounded followed by the sound of someone's wet tread.

Without having to guess, Asya already knows who the person is. Especially when the palm began to rub his arm with up-and-down movements.

"So don't want to wake up" ledek Asya with eyes still closed.

"Yes, that was it" Zidan replied.

The man took a bath in the bathup. Asya's body that contained a little he rested on the chest of his field. His hand moved forward, rubbing while then Asya's stomach was protruding.

New habits are indeed and miraculously always make it pounding.

"Three months, Shay. Ziano will be born."

"Ziano?" Asya asked in wonder. Reversing the body and now leaning on the other side of the bath - facing Zidan.

"Yes, Ziano."

"That's our baby's name?"

Zidan nodded.

"But that's a boy's name, are you sure our son is that gender?"

Zidan nodded again, the man's hand grabbed Asya's hand and rubbed it in passing.

"I feel sure."

"But why Ziano?"

Zidan furrowed his brows. "Aren't it good?"

Asya paused for a moment, letting Zidan turn his body and lean him on the chest of the man's field. "Why should Ziano? The name is almost the same as your name. Zidan's.. Zianos.. It's the same!"

Asya snatched Zidan giggled amusedly before explaining, "Yes, Ziano's name stands for tau. Zianos. Zi, for Zidan. A, for Asya. No, for Vano."

"Oh.." Asya ber'oh' ria's. "So you want to give me Vano's name?"

Zidan nodded. "But it's not so, somehow I thought of that name."

Asya smiled afterwards, the woman said nothing more, and closed her eyes again while enjoying Zidan's rub on her stomach.

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The sound of water ripples was increasingly heard, Asya increasingly accelerated his footsteps and made Zidan who followed sighed resignedly.

After they had breakfast, Asya invited Zidan to see the river that was not in fact located near their villa.

Zidan had refused, under the pretext of the road to the river was steep with large rocks that susai passed.

But it's not Asya's name if you can't persuade Zidan. With big adorable eyeballs, Asya looked at Zidan and finally let the Husband wither.

And here he is now, following Asya who continues to walk while humming indistinctly.

The sunflower patterned pregnant dress was blown away by the wind. Adding effect. Especially when Asya was already standing on the side of the clear river flow.

Asya. He looked in amazement at the flowing river ripples. The water looked clear, and as far as the eye could see there were some villagers who were doing their daily activities.

"Zidan, I want to sit there."

Zidan followed the direction of Asya's index finger before breaking it down to sit on one of the medium-sized stones.

Asya laughed happily. His feet he selonjukkan to enjoy the flow of the river tickling.

On the other hand Zidan was stunned, not because of the river view but because the woman who had now become his wife smiled happily.

Yes, you could say Zidan has not seen the happy laughter for a long time. It still remembered in his mind how Asya's sad face welcomed his slowly opened eyes.

Fourteen days. Yes, fourteen days of his coma and Zidan realized during that time Asya was tormented for waiting for him.

And therefore he is determined to make Asya happy. Whatever, even if Asya asked him to leave the woman, Zidan would gladly do.

But God wants something else. Asya forgave her, even accepted her proposal to get married and spend her old age together.

"Zidan..?"

Zidan was stunned, the man turned his head and sat down beside Asya - on the stone.

"What's up, Shay?"

Not answering, Asya chose to bow. His intertwined fingers made Zidan again ask, "What's up, honey?"

"Zidan I want fish."

"Don't you?" Zidan. "What fish?"

"I want a grilled fish."

"Later to buy, from what I heard here there is a restaurant that sells grilled fish. If you want, we can go there for lunch."

"I don't want to be bought."

Zidan is confused. "What kind of grilled fish, huh?"

"I want you to be the badass. I think that guy."

Again Zidan followed the direction of Asya. If the Asya fingers were pointing at the stone he was sitting on, then this time the fingers pointed at the middle-aged man who was catching fish with a simple tool.

It looked like a spear, but Zidan was sure his name was not that.

"But, Shayt-" Zidan's words about to resist came to a halt. Again the big eyes looked at her adorablely.

As a result, Zidan sighed before moving closer to the middle-aged man.

Asya who saw him only smiled faintly. Especially when he saw Zidan using a tool to catch fish with a very rigid movement.

Until an hour had passed, Zidan had not yet caught a fish and approached it empty-handed.

Asya was about to frown. But all seemed lost when her husband's eyes shone tired.

"Yes, I can't figure it out."

"No pa pa, Zidan."

"Ziano, Papah apologise, yes," said Zidan as he rubbed the place with the child.

"He's not angry, Zidan.."

"Trus, how? You mean you don't eat grilled fish?"

"We ate where you said we were."

"Yes, yuk."

Grabbing Asya's hand, Zidan helps the Wife to go down the stone. The attitude is simple indeed, but reflects how much Zidan loves the idol.

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