My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 83

Zidan could not sleep at all even after a long time he closed his eyes. His mind flashed, and Zidan did not deny at all that everything was caused by the phone call he received yesterday.

That woman, I don't know what she's thinking, called Zidan. Because obviously, their relationship so far cannot be said to be good.

After years of disappearing, why did he call Zidan again?

Despite years of not exchanging news, Zidan could not forget even erasing the memories of all.

The voice, the face and everything is always ringing. And Zidan is sick of it. Still lingering in the man's mind were all the memories that made him cry, which made him hate the woman he was supposed to love - his wife, Asyanya.

"Zidan's...."

That voice jolted Zidan's daydream. Making him turn his head and change position-facing the wife he so loved.

"What, Honey?"

Asya rubbed her eyes before glancing at the digital clock above the nightstand. Four o'clock in the morning, and Zidan was even awake. Moreover, seeing it made Asya sure her husband had not fallen asleep at all, as evidenced by his blackened eye bags.

"How come you haven't slept?"

"Can't sleep."

"Why?"

Zidan.

Make Asya close her body to Zidan, although it can't be as close as she expected. His distended stomach still stretches rarely even though not much.

"How about that, huh?"

There was no point in lying to make Zidan nod. He lowered his head, instilling a kiss on Asya's forehead which somehow always brought calmness.

"Don't want a story?" ask Asya again.

Zidan was still firmly in his stance. He didn't want to make Asya think of something that could worry him. Only he knows it.

"You know the answer, yes."

"okay."

"Keep, why are you awake?"

"Don't know, all of a sudden."

"Yes, just sleep again."

"You also sleep" said Asya. His hands were raised slowly, sweeping from the jaw, nose and finally wiping the hair of the husband.

Whether because of tenderness or because of love channeled, the black eyes slowly closed until finally closed. Zidan fell asleep, making Asya review a thin smile and come to pick up his dream back.

...

As soon as Zidan handed the car keys to the valet officer and entered the lobby, his eyes caught the figure of a woman who felt so familiar.

His steps stopped, his hands clenched tightly and all that can not be separated from the handlers of all employees who are on one floor with the company leader.

Zidan was pale, his jaw was hardened, so when the familiar woman turned her head, Zidan could not resist the turmoil in his chest that was beating strongly.

"Zidan..," the middle-aged woman whispered softly.

His face looked chaotic, wrinkled lines were etched on his face as if to describe how hard life he had been living.

Slowly, so slowly, the woman sitting on the sofa waiting got up and approached. Until the distance between them makes the two can clearly see each other's faces.

"How are you, Zidan?"

Makes the woman smile wryly. He squeezed his chest which felt tight. Yes, this is what he should have gotten.

"Zidan.., Mamah kangen..."

The woman who turned out to be Rina-mother Zidan-it said softly, almost crying as she looked at her second child who had now grown so well.

"I'm sorry, but you-" Pause for a moment, before Zidan goes back with such a stifling pain, "I don't know you at all."

And then Zidan stepped back. Ignoring the fact that not only was Rina hurt here, but she felt the same way.

What did that woman think? Why come after so long gone?

Again, those questions are what are flashing.

Zidan pressed down on the elevator door, and entered the iron box until his gaze with the mother met.

Nothing would change, the pain would still feel the same, and Zidan, he wanted to bury it very deeply.

...

Rina moved uneasily. The middle-aged woman held onto her stomach which felt sore. It was evening and Zidan had not appeared after the last time they had met.

He misses his son. Hugely. Sorry for not being able to accompany every step during this time. Regret not giving the affection that her children should receive.

Obviously, this is all his fault.

"Zidan.., Ana..," said Rina Lirih.

How's his first child? The last time he heard the news, his son was already a doctor now.

Makes Lina say gratitude over and over again. Proud of her children who have been successful and can achieve what they want.

Minutes passed again, making Rina sigh. Did Zidan hate him so much that his son refused to meet.

However, all those thoughts seemed to be wiped out when he saw the existence of Zidan approaching towards him.

"Zidan's...."

"Why haven't you come home yet?"

"Wait for you, son."

Zidan was silent with his gaze extremely flat. Although his heart was turbulent and could not hide the intense worry on his mother's figure.

His face looked pale, until then without Lina terka-Zidan clutching his hand and took him out of the skyscraper.

"Where would Zidan take Mamah?" rina asked as soon as Zidan led her into the car.

Zidan did not answer, he actually moved his car forward and then stopped at a restaurant not far from the company.

They remained silent, until when Zidan finished ordering some dishes, the man took out a black card with a gold mixture from his pocket.

"Hum-" The voice sounded so heavy. "You can use this card if you need a place to stay. There's a hotel, not too far from here. You can take a taxi to get there."

Rina. Although flat, she could see the sincerity in her son's black eyes.

"And, oh yes," said Zidan again, the man took out several hundred bills. "Use this to pay for a taxi. Mamah can eat after this, and go straight to the hotel if you really need a place to stay."

After saying that, Zidan left. Leaving behind Rina who was staring softly at him back there.

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