My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 96

In the nursery, Asya sits on a baby blue sofa with a picture frame in her hand. Medium-sized frame with typical baby ornaments that beautify the edge, Asya fill with photos USG the baby jabang. Yes, from the first sheet of black and white photo was handed over by the doctor, Asya kept it and intended to display it.

Asya smiled warmly. Her lentic fingers moved and then rubbed her distended stomach. Given the day of labor soon, Asya now more often experience back pain. Sometimes when tired or lifting weights that are said to be heavy for pregnant women, the distended stomach tightens and makes Asya grimace.

But nevertheless his happy euphoria and awe overcame all. Even when the doctor asked what type of delivery option she would choose, Asya unhesitatingly replied that she wanted to give birth normally.

She wants to feel the struggle of a mother, just as her mother gave birth to her first.

Asya reviews happy smile. Putting the frame that already contains the photo on the fur carpet, Asya took out a device to then photograph the short.

"I sent this to Mamah, ah," murmured Asya while sending a picture.

Me: Mamah ... good, right?

(Picture)

The reply notification came a few seconds later.

Mom: Good, Honey .... Oh yeah, Zidannya has come home?

Getting the message made Asya sigh nelangsa. If only Zidan did not cover up and was honored to forgive, maybe Rina should not hesitate and hesitate to come to this mansion to just chat together. Their family must feel complete.

Thinking for a while, Asya decided to tap on her phone and open the gallery icon just before sending some photos of Zidan.

Mamah must be very confused with Zidan, the inner Asya.

The assumption was not wrong, a few seconds later, a message notification with the contents of the receipt was sent by Rina. Asya gritted her nose, her eyes were sore and the corner of her heart inside there was a sad cry. She has not been able to unite Rina and Zidan like the promise she once made.

On the other hand, from the doorway Ana watched Asya's countenance in silence. The woman was already wearing casual clothes and decided to meet Asya to just chat and tell a little story. However, what he got right now only dampened Ana's desire. The woman actually thinks, here Asya is the one who needs friends to share the case.

"Asians ...."

The call made Asya's attention split, he looked up to find Ana looking at him worried.

"Yes, Brother. What's up?"

"So it should be Brother who asks you, Asya. You why?" tanya Ana approached Asya.

They sit on a fur carpet with their backs against the legs of the sofa in the room. Asya did not even hesitate to borrow Ana's shoulder to lean her head.

"Sir Ana, I think my sister failed, didn't she?"

Ana's forehead wrinkled, but did not stop to ask, "What's wrong, Asya?"

"I have promised Mamah to make Zidan able to nerima Mamah, but until now can not."

Hearing him made Ana sigh slowly, one hand rubbed Asya's mane that was scattered about her shoulder. "You never fail, Asya. My brother is sure you will succeed. But, doesn't it all take time. And I'm sure Zidan needs all of that."

"He doesn't even want to tell me, brother."

"Zidan was, he was independent from his teenage years. Maybe that's what Zidan's kayaking right now."

Asya sighed and looked at the ceiling at a glance, along with a gentle swipe at her stomach. Asya's wish, when she gives birth later, her family is complete. No anger or ego will only create distant cracks.

...

The sun has sunk replaced with the moon that now hangs on the ceiling. Zidan massaged his stiff neck. Again and again, work seems to be a barrier that makes it not always able to be with the wife.

Zidan again stepped on the gas pedal when the red light had turned green. The clock was already showing at nine o'clock in the evening as the tail of his eyes glanced towards the watch.

Ten minutes later, the car he was driving stopped in front of the mansion fence. Zidan honks twice, until the gatekeeper opens and makes him return to drive the car and then he parks it in the garage.

Lonely atmosphere. There were only a few maids that passed by to clear up what was needed. Zidan did not even waste time walking into the room and found Asya's whereabouts inside.

The woman smiled with a device that was stuck right in the sense of hearing. Whether Zidan's feelings alone or not, Asya's attitude some time is enough to arouse suspicion.

After a few seconds, when Zidan believed that Asya was completely unaware of his whereabouts, the man took the initiative to beat quite fast.

"Zidan?!"

And Zidan's guess didn't miss at all. When Zidan called and their eyes cluttered for a few seconds, Asya moved as easily as hiding the device behind his back.

"Zidan, when have you been there?"

Why are you so nervous? inner Asya grimaced.

Zidan did not let out his stern look when he looked at Asya. Deciding to sit side by side, Zidan grabbed Asya's shoulder to embrace her with one hand.

"I was there, Shay."

Asya's face paled. "You hear something?"

Zidan. Nailing a glance, Zidan dyed a glimpse of Asya's temple with great affection. "Where can I hear what you're talking about, if you look at me you're so scared, honey."

Asya looked at Zidan. Made the man sigh slowly before saying, "Actually who are you talking to, Sya?"

"Just a temen ...."

"Who is your friend, as far as I know you just deket with Fany, the rest is not," said Zidan seriously. "Or don't you call Raihan, will you?"

"Huh, what the hell!" Asya mumbled, he hit Zidan on the shoulder and then said, "Raihan the past, after all we're just now. And yes, Raihan is again the same brother Ana."

Zidan could not help his widened smile. He just wanted to tease Asya. Without Asya telling him Zidan already knew that fact. Because in fact, when looking at Raihan who was watching Ana, Zidan could not deny that he saw flashes of admiration and love in Raihan's black eyes.

"August ...."

The call made Zidan look over. Their position was now leaning on the head of the bed, with Asya now in his arms. The work clothes that Zidan was wearing were still attached.

"What's up, honey?"

"If there's a problem, don't hesitate to tell a story."

"Yes, honey." Zidan.

"If that's the story."

"Huh?"

Zidan's forehead was wrinkled, making Asya rub the part gently. "I know you have a problem, from yesterday you hid it, right? Honest Zidan. We're married couples, sharing stories is not wrong."

Zidan was silent for a moment, looking at Asya's face that exuded sincerity made Zidan unable to resist. He cleared his throat softly and said, "I met Mamah."

Asya smiled hearing that.

"But I can't, Shay. It's painful to meet Mom at a time like this. Me, my heart doesn't take it."

"Why not try to forgive? Sometimes forgiving is the way to calm down, Zidan .." asked Asya gently.

Zidan. "I can't. The pain that Mom loves me is not easy to lose. The more I remember the more sick I got, yeah. I sometimes ask her where she's been all the time I need her. He's gone, and all I have right now is you, Papah and Sister Ana. Not Mamah."

...

Rina sobbed softly, her frail body shaking. Squeezing his chest that feels tight, one hand even still sipping the device whose screen is dim.

At first he was still talking to Asya. Until the conversation paused for a moment and replaced another conversation there. Just now that Rina wanted to turn off the connection, Zidan's voice that she desperately longed for was heard.

Chest vibrates. Finally, Lina secretly steals the hearing to complete the longing. He could feel the radiance of Asya's love for the boy even from the sound.

Until that conversation continues to the most intrigue. As soon as Zidan tells Asya that the boy met him, Rina hopes that Zidan still opens the door to apologize for him even if a little.

But, all of those things are impossible. Due to the fact that Zidan's disappointment with what he did in the past, it is not easily forgiven.

Rina crying. The old body was shaking. "Excuse Mama, Zidan ...."

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