My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 85

Asya looked at Zidan's departure before turning to enter Fany's house. As her feet stepped and her hands closed the door, Asya found Fany sitting on the sofa with a tense face that confused her.

"What's wrong with you, Fan?" tanya Asya approached Fany.

Fany was blindsided, either out of fear or else, Fany approached the window and draped the closed curtains to see the outside of her house.

"Zidan's gone, huh?"

"Udah... He said he had business."

Unknowingly Fany exhaled. He rubbed his chest slowly before approaching Asya who was already sitting on the sofa.

Two glasses of juice he had prepared on the table considering Asya was coming, making Fany thrust it out and say, "Yes, drink first."

Asya manut, the pregnant woman drank the juice a few sips before returning to look at her best friend full of investigation. "What's wrong with you, Fan?"

"Gue there's something you want to talk about, huh."

"What?"

"Gini-" Fany sighed softly, and made her expression as calm as possible. "Lo lately felt Zidan changed, didn't he?"

It made Asya speechless to hear the question. The fact that the question that Fany said led to the reality that is now experienced.

Zidan changed, more silent as if keeping his hardness in heart and reluctant to share.

And thinking about it made Asya's prejudices flutter. Expression becomes worried and anxious. What don't Zidan have-

"No, Yes. That's not what I meant. Zidan is safe in the office, he's not a macem," said Fany quickly as if knowing the way Asya's mind.

If only he had not thought about this now, he would have laughed out loud as a result of seeing Asya's strange facial features according to him.

"What do you mean? Zidan has changed a lot now, he likes to daydream, like a lot of thoughts."

Fany nodded in admiration, feeling that something would never be finished if only talked about, making Fany grab her phone on the nightstand and show her something she had prepared.

"This what?"

"Try to see clearly."

Asya. The photo looked blurry, looking like it was taken with a cane. Slowly, Asya expressed it clearly.

Two people were in focus in the photo. A man and a woman who Asya believes is old. Long watching, making Asya frown in the aftermath.

"It's Zidan?"

"According to you?" Fany asked back, letting Asya finish her own thinking.

"Yes, this is I'm sure Zidan. She wore this shirt yesterday, but who are these mothers, Fan?"

Fany approached, sliding the phone screen to show Asya a clearer portrait. Zidan's face was imprinted there, with a middle-aged woman appearing to be speaking to her best friend's husband.

"This is who, Fan. I'm sure you know, right?"

Fany nodded.

The silence of Fany and the change in his face that looks clear as if giving an answer without having to be said.

Asya smiled wryly, she refocused her gaze on the phone and said, "You won't tell me, will you?"

"Sorry, Yes. You have to ask Zidan yourself."

...

Asya chose to go home sooner than she expected. He agrees to Fany's invitation to drive her home, and calls Zidan to tell her afterwards.

Asya sighed. He entered the mansion to find that the state of the building was quite desolate. There are only a few domestic assistants who do their respective jobs.

The father-in-law is certainly currently in the room. His condition is not so healthy, making Rendi should often rest.

Spreading his gaze, Asya then entered the room before cleaning up first. After her body was fresh and clean, Asya sat on the edge of the bed and returned to the screen where the photo of Zidan and a middle-aged woman - which Fany had sent her - was clearly visible.

"What are you hiding, Zidan?"

Asya rubbed her stomach slowly. It is undeniable that Asya wants Zidan to open up to her. Their relationship is not just a couple now. Except for two men who have made promises before God for there is always something going on.

Long pensive with thoughts, making Asya not even aware that Zidan entered their room.

Until when the creaking of the closed door rang, then Asya groaned and looked up to find that Zidan was currently staring at him deeply.

"Zidan, when did you get there?"

Zidan smiled, he walked over to Asya before looking down and peeping his head full of affection. "New aja. Oh yeah, what were you doing, until I didn't realize I was coming home?"

Realizing that it was possible that Zidan could see the screen of his phone where the man's photo was shown, Asya turned it off quickly and led Zidan to sit next to him.

"You tired?"

"A little bit..." Zidan nodded.Enjoying the gentle massage that Asya goosebumps on his arm. "But, if you're flossing, I'm sure the fatigue is gone."

Asya was met with red, her cheeks and heart warmed up just that short word. After massaging and chatting lightly for a while, Asya allowed the husband to go to the bathroom and clean up.

He headed for the walk in closet, preparing the casual and interior clothes he had placed on the bed before choosing to check the phone back.

Again, Asya's view was stuck. The long gazing made a faint swish vibrate Asya's chest. Conscious or not, Asya can feel the awkwardness of the expressions of Zidan and the middle-aged woman in the photo.

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Sorry the story is getting more gaje😅😅

Actually the goddess is again in a state of stuck and began to lose the feeling for this work. Problems in the real world are more and more, and to write stories, we as authors are required to fall in love with our own work.

And the goddess started to lose it...

I hope you are still waiting for this story, yes...

Because even how, the goddess will try to namatinnya.

And may the goddess be excited again..😊😊