Not a Thorn in a Wedding

Inner Bond

The shadow of the first night he had ever spent with the man he loved so much made his tears fall so hard. Calvina can't do anything more right now than cry. His body that felt foreign to the movement due to years of coma was difficult to rebel the captivity. She could not accept the fact that her husband had remarried at this time. Even the words of his sister and grandmother could no longer be heard.

"Oh my God, why is it all like this? I don't want to see my granddaughter suffer like this. Please let us all go. I promise to make my two grandchildren happy, Lord." murmured in Fara's heart that was just lying limp in bed with tears watching Calvina repeatedly hurt herself.

The years of pain he fought back were not worth the pain in his heart this time. Zayn has had another woman today. It was hard to admit her status that was not a single wife.

Crying until night made his eyes tired and sleep. Day or night feels the same for those who can't do anything, even just see the sun.

On the other hand the figure of the woman who had just fallen asleep suddenly rose from the bed. His head shook continuously as he closed his eyes.

"Mom, help me. Please help me, Mom. They're bad guys. I'm scared, Mom." Sad screams are heard.

"Cal, where are you? Calvina, where are you, baby? It's Mother. Calvina tell me where you are?" answer Gauri.

His body stiffened full of sweat along with the wet sweat on his forehead. "Galvina!!!" screams screech.

Gauri wakes up from her sad dream. His eyes give off a liquid of longing to the child who has gone without him knowing the clarity. All corners of the room he kept looking as if looking for the figure of the child he missed so much.

"Mom, what's wrong? You're having nightmares, right?" matthew hugged his wife. Next to his hand rubbed his wife's arm and gave her water to drink.

Gauri cried hugging her husband's body. Losing two children is painful. And it wasn't easy for him to take it for granted. This second was still a great hope to see his two beautiful children alive and smiling in front of him.

"Calvina called Mom for help, Dad. He must be alive but where? I'm pretty sure our son is alive, Dad." Matthew just silently heard the wife's words.

They often talk about things like this. And ended up agreeing to take everything. Calvina and Shopia had calmed down there.

"We're like this, how do our kids settle down there, ma'am? They will cry to see us sad like this." Matthew said softly. Slowly he persuaded his wife to go back to sleep tonight.

Despite initially resisting, Gauri slowly closed her eyes as she was lulled with a swab in her head. Again for the umpteenth time the middle-aged woman slept in a puddle of tears.

If the bond of a mother and child is very strong, of course it is also not less strong with the inner bond of a husband to his wife.

"Mr Zayn, wake up. Please heal soon, sir." Here Rista who should have enjoyed a beautiful night with her husband actually felt tired of taking care of the husband who was suddenly sick.

"Oh...Oh," said Restu to Zayn, who has a high fever.

His hand kept busy compressing Zayn's forehead. The man who had just become her husband was sick and mentioned the name of another woman in front of him. Rista was not angry, he just smiled hearing a very clear mutter.

"Calvinas. Cal, don't go. Calvina, please come back." Those words were repeated ever since he first examined the husband's forehead.

Rista is proud of the love of her husband for his first wife. Zayn loved Calvina to this very moment when she was pronounced dead.

"I promise to take good care of you, Mr. Zayn. You're such a nice and meritorious person to me. Without you I would never have felt the beauty of being a mother and wife like this. I'm sorry I haven't been able to be the wife you wanted. I can't be like Calvina. But, I promise I will try to be a good wife and make you happy. I promise that." murmured Rista.

His hand, which had just reattached the compress object to Zayn's forehead, now switched to grasping the hand that felt so hot. Slowly, the one-headed woman put Zayn's hand in her arms. He even closed his eyes permeated beautifully hugging the hands of the man he had never dared to reach all this time.

Zayn's too high for Rista's degree. He felt that Zayn was too perfect for a woman who was lacking like him.

"Rista, how's Zayn?" Suddenly the question surprised him.

Rista. "Mother? I-iya Mr. Zayn has a high fever, ma'am. But it's been a little down after I compress." replied Rista nervously. Shame to be found touching her own husband.

Looking at Rista's clumsy, Irene just smiled inwardly. Poor to see the frightened Rista reaching for her own husband.

"Cal. Calvina!" Irene looked at Rista without a word.

His hand reached the shoulder of the second son-in-law. "You have to be strong, huh? Zayn will definitely accept you. Trust me." Irene told Rista.

Obviously she knew that a woman would not be able to see her own husband still love his past. Calvina has been gone a long time but Zayn still hopes to meet his wife.

"Zay! I'm going back. You see, I'm going to get my husband back. Zayn is my husband." cried Calvina screaming hysterically. His hands were all rebellious but only managed to make Shopia cry beside him.

"Sister, relax. Brother Zayn is still waiting for you, brother. Brother Zayn faithfully waited for Brother to recover for four years. Brother will definitely be waited for at any time by Brother Zayn." said Shopia.

Calvina. She cried even though she slept occasionally. When he wakes up, he will be hysterical.

"Shopia, you don't know why this happened? Is it wrong, Brother Shopia? Is it wrong, brother?"