My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 93

Asya reviewed a satisfied smile when looking at her look in the mirror. Earlier this morning, Zidan asked him to meet one of his business partners at a restaurant while discussing cooperation while eating lunch. Asya did not refuse, the pregnant woman actually felt happy because she was involved in the business of Zidan's work.

After making sure the makeup was neat and not too effective, Asya got up from his seat and looked at the mirror again for a moment. A soft, knee-length blue dress lightly covers her distended body and stomach. Asya once again commented on her satisfied smile as she remembered that this dress was what Zidan had chosen for her before leaving for work this morning.

Five minutes later, the door was knocked, followed by Zidan entering the room. The man still looks handsome. Although his face was slightly haggard from exhaustion, the aura that emanated was completely undeniable.

"Are you ready, honey?" tanya Zidan approached.

"Udah, Zidan ...." Asya nodded enthusiastically as she grabbed the small bag on the nightstand. Zidan looked at Asya's look from head to toe and could not hide his satisfied feeling of seeing Asya's look.

They're moving out. After saying goodbye to Rendi, Zidan leads Asya out of the mansion and enters the car before running it towards the destination.

There was silence in the car. Asya occasionally glanced at Zidan and his hand which was wrapped around by the man's grasp. Actually Asya felt a little guilty. Eternity still grieves him knowing that he is the one who made Zidan like this.

Instead of bringing the mother and child together, Asya hid Rani from Zidan for several days.

The journey only took twenty minutes. One of the servants greeted them and led them to one of the reserved tables.

"Sir Zami" said Zidan.

"Sir Zidan." The man smiled and welcomed Zidan's helping hand before turning his eyes to Asya. "This is your wife?"

Zidan nodded. After Zami shakes Asya's hand they sit down and discuss the work that was the reason for the meeting.

"I am very interested in the cooperation proposal that you offer, Mr. Zidan," said Zami with a smile that could not be separated.

Getting the response made Zidan feel his efforts, and his employees who had been involved were not in vain. The pancara of happiness was imprinted on the man's face. Asya who was right next to him clasped Zidan's hand as a form of congratulations.

The conversation of the two business people momentarily paused once the waiter delivered some food menu. After that there was only the clinking of the plate and small talk that filled the lunch.

"How was your hotel in Surabaya built, Mr Zidan?"

"Walk smoothly," Zidan responded, "Indeed there was a constraint due to delays in construction materials a few months ago. But we managed to handle it well."

Their conversation continued until finally the closing menu was presented. Asya who had noticed only responded to a few questions that were addressed to him by Zami's figure occasionally.

"It's no wonder you can become a successful businessman at such a young age. You have a wife who can support and encourage you" Zami said, folding his hands on the table.

Zidan confirmed the words. It was not even awkward to hold Asya's hand and give a light swipe there. Asya's cheeks are red.

"You mean wife?"

Asya nodded, even Zidan by his side also made the same move. But instead of justifying the allegations, the young figure actually chuckled slowly while looking at the two faces that were in front of him.

"Well, well .. indeed at this age I should have been married. But, no. I was still single at the age of thirty" he said, before pausing for a while and continuing, "But on the other hand I can't deny that ... I do have a woman behind me, and that's my mother."

Zami was completely unaware of the grim countenance of his interlocutor. Unlike Zidan who looks uncomfortable, Asya actually feels enthusiastic and sees the conversation that leads to this is an opportunity.

The woman took a quick glance at her husband, before again nailing her gaze at Zami's figure. "You mean, your mother?"

"Yes, my mother. He has supported me all this time. If there was no one, I'm not sure I could trace success as it is now."

"It seems you love him very much."

"Very, Miss Asya. I can't even tell you how big it feels. I obviously love him very much." The happy hue was clearly drawn when Zami talked about her mother figure, and it made Asya's feelings soar with longing. "And you, Miss Asya?"

"Ah, about my mother?" ask Asya. The nodding Zami made Asya continue, "There's not much I can describe, Mr. Zami. I've been an orphan since I was in high school. But I can say that I feel lucky to have been born and raised in a family that loves me so much."

"I'm sorry, I .. I don't mean-"

"It's okay, Mr. Zami."

Hue and guilt were clearly drawn on Zami's face. Asya smiled softly, the woman gritted her nose and rubbed her eyes which began to heat up. At his side, Zidan caught all the gripping pancara even if it was just a glance. However, instead of speaking, Zidan could only grasp the hand and channel warmth.

"Again, now I have a family, Mr. Zami. Marrying Zidan made me feel the warmth of family again" Asya continued.

"Ah, yes ..it's like that, right? Our parents are our parents too. Both mother and father. Although the figure of the biological parents will not be replaced, because how 'even, because they are the ones who bring us to this world, let alone a mother."

"You're right, Mr. Zami."

After saying this, Asya looked at her husband. His lips twitched faintly restraining the arch of a smile. Asya is sure, this conversation disturbs Zidan's ego. Asya did not not not know that Zidan was uncomfortable with the conversation that connects parents, let alone the figure of a mother.

But even how, Asya had promised himself to unite and try to realize Zidan to accept the figure of Rina again in his life. Allowing the figure to participate in their every happiness.

Because whoever it is, deserves a second chance. Including Rina-mother of her husband though.