My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 86

Asya closed the door of the room, and passed towards Zidan's work room which was in the hallway of the right part of the mansion.

The black door of the room looks tenuous, making Asya slightly leaned to find that Zidan is currently struggling with an open laptop screen, and some of the maps that Asya believes are important documents about the husband's work.

Deciding unobtrusive, Asya then again passed and chose to head to the second floor where Ana's room was located.

After tired of urging Fany on the phone earlier, the decision to ask Ana-according to Asya was the right thing. It was possible that her brother-in-law knew the middle-aged woman in the photo.

Ah, considering the photo that until now is still stored on his phone, Asya absolutely cannot forget the expression of the woman.

Although it looked faint due to its poor lighting effect, Asya could see a cheering gaze when the middle-aged woman looked at Zidan.

Asya sighed, she stepped back and knocked on Ana's bedroom door slowly, hoping that the occupants had not slept tonight.

"Who?"

"Asya, Sis...."

"Isnya?!" There was a screeching sound from inside, before the white door opened quickly. "Yes God.. Who are you going up to the second floor with?"

Asya smiled faintly, she braided her fingers nervously. "Alone, Brother. I have something to ask."

"Oh my goodness, Asya. Zidan could be upset if he finds out you're in Brother's room."

Again Asya could only faintly smile. True what Ana said, maybe if she found out, her husband would be sure to lecture Asya overnight.

But, ah.., Asya did not want to make this problem worse. After all, he was able to ascend to the second floor safely. And the goal of going up to the second floor and meeting Ana might be realized.

"Don't tell Zidan yes, sister..," Asya said.

She made Ana smile before holding her hand and leading the pregnant woman into her room.

"What are you doing here, huh?" tanya Ana sat down on the side of the bed. Right next to him Asya did the same.

"I want to ask you something, sister."

"It's important, huh?"

Asya nodded. Coinciding with the right hand reaching into the small pocket of her nightgown, Asya's eyes were rubbed with a small frame on the nightstand.

Asya gasped, the movement of his hand reaching into the bag stopped. He's sculpting. That photo.... Asya did not even have to think twice to make sure that the portrait on the nightstand was a family photo.

All his faces looked familiar. Zidan, Sister Ana, and her father-in-law. Then, the woman, Asya was convinced that it was the mother of her husband.

To Asya's surprise, why would the face of the woman in the photo - which is currently on her phone - with the one in the frame looking the same even be said to be exactly flawless in the slightest?

Is....?

"Sister, is that a family photo?" Asya asked slowly.

Making Ana who heard it, follow the direction of Asya's gaze before smiling wryly.

"Yes, Yes..." His hand took out a frame, rubbing its surface slowly. "This is Brother and Zidan's family time is still complete."

"But-but?"

"There's definitely no picture in Zidan's room, huh?"

Asya nodded faintly. As he remembered there were only their wedding photos, photos of Zidan and Ana, and there was also a photo of the four of them with the father-in-law who accompanied.

"Well, that kid's still pissed till now."

"I mean Brother?" ask Asya, "Zidan is angry with Mamah?"

"Obviously not angry, yes. But, maybe more to the disappointment." Ana sighed, staring at the frame on her lap. "Sister used to be that way too.., disappointed, angry, sad, and Brother even considered Mamah no longer loved the same family. But, Big Brother realized that Mamah must have a reason."

Asya justifies all. Still fresh in his memories, his past and Zidan's. The time where Asya was very bad because the man in every breath.

And Asya realized, at that time it was not Zidan's fault entirely. The treatment is formed due to circumstances.

Zidan felt bad, hated by destiny. And all those feelings, Zidan channeled by hurting him in the past.

"Zidan told me he never saw Mamah again."

"Mom went away and disappeared. The news that Kak Ana heard, Mamah has married again."

Unknowingly Asya exhaled. Trying to feel the distress that Zidan had once felt.

And, if it is true that the middle-aged woman in the photo on her phone is the mother of her husband.

Is there any reason to get them back together? Back to the relationship of mother and child in general?

"Sister.." call Asya.

Makes Ana flinch and turn to look at the pregnant woman.

"Well, you never want to see Mama again, do you?"

And Asya.

...

When Asya entered Zidan's study, the man was looking down while lightly kneading his forehead.

Asya sighed. "Zidan." he said, closing the door.

Making the man look up and comment on the thin smile on his tired-looking face.

"Udah malem, let's go to sleep."

"It's just going to sleep, too."

Asya shook her head slowly as she approached. Letting Zidan carry him on his lap, Asya could not help but wrap his arms around the man's sturdy neck despite his slightly uncomfortable position.

"A lot of work, huh?"

Only deheman did Zidan give in response. The man called for his head in the curve of Asya's neck, sniffing out the intoxicating scent that made him opiate.

"Zidan's...."

"Hn?"

"She wants to sleep?"

Asya bit her lips, closing her eyes tightly. This was not what he wanted to do, although it could not be denied that the touch and kiss that Zidan gave him wanted more.

"Zidan.., I'll talk to you for a second..," Asya said.

And this time Asya succeeded, Zidan pulled his head, looking at Asya with a passionate look.

"Yes.., i..."

"Later, okay?"

"OK, okay... I'm horrified..."

Asya wanted to laugh now, let alone see Zidan's sparkling face. Oh my... How could her husband be like this?

"Now what do you want to say?"

"I'm..." Asya thought for a moment, sorting out the right word for her to describe to her husband. "I can go to my parents' grave, right?"

"May," said Zidan, "Why are you? When do you want me to, let me anter?"

"Aren't you busy?"

"As for your anterin or your nemenin, there's no busy word, dear..."

Asya's face flushed. "Thus, you can, right?"

Zidan nodded, with his hands rubbing Asya's stomach, the man held a gentle kiss on his wife's forehead. "You miss them, huh?"

"Yes, Zidan... I haven't been to their tomb in a long time. Last time was maybe five months pregnant, that was your time at the Hospital, so I just went with Ana."

"Yaudah, I'll get you."

"Zidan's...."

"Hn?"

"Didn't you miss someone?"

"Someone's parents?" Zidan. "Make what? Everything is here, after all. Papah, sister Ana and you."

Asya grimaced.so much as Zidan's disappointment in the figure of the mother?

"You... Don't miss your Mom, Zidan?"

A second, two seconds, until the umpteenth of the next second Zidan was still silent. Asya swallowed his saliva heavily. He looked up, and cheered as he stared at the pain that was clearly imprinted in Zidan's eyes.

"Zidan's..."

"He's not here, Shay." Zidan's voice is heavy. "So, why would I miss him."

"But Zidan-" Asya fell silent.

When Zidan's face approached, Asya could only close her eyes until a wet sweep was felt on her lips.

Zidan. And Asya knows, this is just a diversion. The man did not want to hear or answer questions that were painful to him.

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