Not a Thorn in a Wedding

Status Change

The groan with the sick body trembling begged not to continue the rude action was just heard unheard of. The old lady who felt full of guilt could only shake her head at the fate of the granddaughter in the merciless persecution. No matter how Calvina who begged for mercy when she felt her body was very sick. Jubilant and punch just keep he got at this time.

"Please, don't do that. Please stop. Please it's my granddaughter." cried Fara.

The three women in the room who were soundproofed and unkempt could only wait for the time when their breath was stopped. To this day, Calvina will not give up. He will stay out of this tormented prison to defend his household. Zayn is his and he will not give it to anyone, even with the permission of his parents.

"I'm not giving up. I will go back to my husband and live happily. You all should not treat me like this. Zayn's mine. Zayn my husband till then." Calvina murmured inwardly. The tears that continued to fall seemed to bear witness to how his body tried to be strong again and again withstanding countless pains.

Several years he tried to fight the pain in his body in a coma. And this woman who was once a mother had to feel tremendous pain back with torture that was out of date.

Here the wife struggled hard to withstand the pain in her body, unlike the situation Zayn who seemed to start improving.

"Mr Zayn, are you awake?" rista asked in surprise and was about to get rid of the plate in his hand.

The woman who was the second wife of Zayn Jonathan was enjoying a meal in the middle of her very hungry stomach. His status as a wife who has not been recognized by the feelings of the husband makes him must be aware of the position.

"Continue eating, Rista. I'm fine." said Zayn who was touched to see the attitude of Rista so sincerely take care of him when sick like this.

Rista shook her head with a small smile on her face. "No, Mister. I'm already full. Sir want a drink? This." said Rista thrust a glass on the lips of the husband.

Zayn received well. His eyes that glanced at the plate beside him were clearly visible if the contents had not diminished much. A sign that Rista has not eaten enough.

"She took care of me even to the point of not eating out. Poor Rista. I should have accepted it with all my heart. It's not how I'm treated." murmured Zayn.

"You take care of me all the time?" zayn and Rista nodded their heads.

Understanding the meaning of Zayn's words, Rista hurriedly explained who the husband was worried about at the moment.

"Master, don't worry about my son. Restu will be fine. Mom and Dad were playing with her. I saw him once in a while too. Most importantly, healthy sir. Because my son is very sad not to be able to play with you" said Rista so clearly limiting his closeness with Zayn.

The word 'my son' that Rista spoke certainly made Zayn's mind disturbed. For him Restu is his son too. It is not appropriate for Rista to say so. The atmosphere in the room was silent as Zayn said so.

"I'm sorry." continued Zayn again.

Originally Rista who was staring at the plate in front of him now turned into staring at Zayn back.

"I've been wrong with you. The reason you admit Restu is only your son is of course because there is a reason. All of course because of my attitude to keep my distance." said Zayn understand the mind of the wife.

There were no words that Rista had voiced at this moment. All of Zayn's words seemed to tear apart his heart. Just silence was the most appropriate attitude for him to do at this moment. The next second the silence was stopped when Zayn's hand pushed the plate slowly in Rista's hand. He refused to eat and patted the bed next to him.

"Master?" sahut Rista was confused as if asking what the cue Zayn was doing. Not only did he say again, Zayn had already pulled Rista's hand lying beside him.

The heartbeat in the chest was both completely ready to blow up the entire earth. There were no words heard at this moment other than the thoughts of Zayn and Rista who were both scattered somewhere.

Since then the relationship has seemed to warm with Zayn who has improved and is busy in the office. No matter how tired his body was, Zayn's medicine manufacturer was currently just the figure of his wife and child who welcomed his return every afternoon.

"How's Restu today, Ris?" ask Zayn to say hello to his wife after work. His hand moved to take over the child's body. And kissed her many times.

"As usual, Mom. Always pointing at the door thinking the papa has gone home" Rista smiled.

The two enter the house with Rista who is held by Zayn. Their family looks very nice and happy. Rista never stopped looking at her husband full of days. Didn't expect Zayn to treat himself so well all this time.

The happiness of Zayn and Rista is inversely proportional to the struggle of Calvina who is still trying to get out of the confinement.

Dinner at the dinner table with all the menus cooked by Rista's own hands looks tempting. Zayn was momentarily silent, one week he tried to accept Rista by treating her so well. It's hard of course Zayn feels. Where the shadow of Calvina still often fills his mind.

"It all felt better after I learned to make peace with my circumstances and destiny. This time, the path I chose was not wrong. Rista is my current wife and Restu is my son." murmured Zayn continued to solidify his mind.

It was as if he was trying to indoctrinate himself to be able to accept Rista in his life. While Rista who felt very happy with Zayn's treatment. He is no longer a stranger. She has been Lady Zayn Yonathan in this house.