My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 82

Along with Zidan who came out of the bathroom, Asya had finished preparing work clothes for his husband. It consists of a white shirt, material trousers and also a navi-colored suit that matches his pants.

"Thank you, dear.." said Zidan as he peeked at Asya's head.

Asya smiled, she helped Zidan dress up and put a tie on her husband. A routine that was new to him, but felt very effective.

"I prepared breakfast first, yes..," said Asya finishing the tie knot.

The pregnant woman left Zidan alone in the room to prepare further.

Zidan sighed, the man stared at the reflection in the mirror that looked neat. Moving closer to the nightstand, Zidan opened his phone and found several missed calls from unknown numbers.

"Who is this?" Zidan's forehead frowned. Without a doubt the man called back to find out who contacted him several times.

There was no response, only the voice of the operator told that the number could not be reached.

Deciding not to think about it further, Zidan left the room and walked to enter the dining room where Asya, Rendi and Ana were waiting for him there.

"You work today, Zidan?" ask Rendi.

Zidan sat on the right seat of Rendi and replied, "Work, Pah. There's some business Zidan has to settle."

Rendi responded by nodding. They eat with interspersed small talk that sometimes invites small oddities.

Until when it was finished, Ana who did look rushed to say goodbye to Rendi.

"Pah.., Ana left first," said Ana took the bag and kissed the father on the cheek.

After that, the woman who works as a doctor left in a hurry.

"Your brother looks different, huh?" The joints look sparkling. The old man sat on the terrace seat of the mansion and looked at Ana's car that had already driven.

"Sir Ana does seem to change." Zidan.

He approached Rendi and Asya after.

"Zidan leaves, Pah," Zidan told Rendi, before turning to his wife.

"I'm leaving, honey." Zidan looked down at the top of Asya's head and switched to a distended stomach where the child was coiled comfortably.

...

Zidan sighed tiredly as he loosened the tie that felt suffocating the neck. It was already dusk when he turned his head to look at the large window in his room.

With a leaning position on the swivel chair, the man turned on his phone and planned to call Asya to just ask the news.

Because honestly, the age of the Asya content that has entered the third trimester makes Zidan must be more vigilant. In addition to demanding a standby attitude, Zidan must always be close to his wife.

"Who else called you?" said Zidan a little careless.

Again a few missed calls were on his phone screen. Now Zidan regretted leaving the thing in the room, instead of taking it with him while struggling with some of the business.

Deciding to call back, Zidan hoped someone would answer.

"Hello..," said Zidan.

There was no answer, only the roar of breath that Zidan could hear.

Make the man say, "Sorry, who is this with?"

'Zi-Zidan...?'

And his name is called, making Zidan sure the person across might know him.

"Yes, right, it's me Zidan."

That voice felt so familiar. Zidan was stunned, suddenly his chest was beating strongly. And when the memory of the pain jolted his mind, Zidan growled and cut the connection in haste.

Why did the woman contact her?

...

Asya knew something was wrong with Zidan. Not usually her husband was stunned and did not speak and even refused dinner as it is today.

Looking up, Asya looked at the door of her room which was indeed visible from the dining room. The feeling is not good. Is your husband sick or is there a problem?

"Zidan why, anyway?" Ana gulps down a glass of water and looks at Asya-asked for an answer.

Asya sighed, she finished her meal then looked at Rendi and Ana who were also done. "Zidan didn't say."

"When has he been?" ask Rendi.

"Since I got home this afternoon, Pah."

"Maybe he's just tired. If there's a problem, ask Zidan, that's what she's got...." Rendi calmed down while giving advice to her daughter-in-law.

Made Asya nod, and passed towards the room. Inside the room Asya found Zidan pensive. Her husband seemed to have a burden, but before leaving this morning, Zidan looked fine.

"Zidan's...."

The call made Zidan turn his head, he reviewed a smile, welcoming Asya to sit on the sofa-corner rooms-along with him.

"Have you finished eating?"

Asya nodded.

"I'm sorry, I refused to eat because I didn't eat anymore."

"Why?"

Zidan did not answer. The man fell silent again when he remembered the voice he had heard from the phone call earlier this afternoon. A voice that makes his past back. Painful, making his heart completely reluctant to remember.

"There's nothing" Zidan lied.

However, it is not Asya's name if you do not know it.

And so he took Zidan's hand to rub his stomach. At the same time - as if to know the unrest of Zidan, the child kicked Asya's stomach from inside.

"Yes.... He kicked."

"Yes, honey."

The kick was felt again. Zidan's face was filled with twinkle of happiness. It was as if the previously whack load was lifted easily.

"Now do you want a story?"

"Can I do it later?"

"Zidan's...."

Making Zidan look up to hear that whimper. He reviewed the smile, eroded the distance and then kissed Asya's lips gently.

"When tomorrow or when, I'll tell you."

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