Not a Thorn in a Wedding

Treaty

With Zayn's face in shock kneeling in front of the child, his hands clung to the child's arms pointing to the wife's photo. In another direction Rista actually silenced her lips with her pale face.

"Darling, did you really see the woman in this photo? Restu didn't lie, did he? Where did Restu meet? Let's tell Dad." Zayn's orders were suddenly enthusiastic. Unknowingly the action actually hurt the heart of a woman who just felt satisfied with what she had.

"Mas Zayn, that's enough. Restu is a kid. He knew nothing but to distinguish a person. Honey, let's get changed and eat." Without hearing Zayn's words, Rista had already rushed to pull the child towards her room.

Not satisfied with his wife's words, Zayn prefers to leave the house. Curiosity made him no longer able to hold back. Zayn must make sure the child's speech is wrong. The car he was driving at a fast pace now leads to the house of the in-laws.

"If Rista's words are true, then who is that woman? I will never allow myself to make a mistake. Then, is this why you've been avoiding me all this time?" murmured Zayn wondered.

Already several times since his return from abroad with his small family, he was so difficult to meet with his mother-in-law and father-in-law. It was as if they had shunned Zayn subtly despite occasionally giving word through messages.

At the residence that Zayn had just left, Rista appeared to be pacing back and forth in Restu's room biting his fingertips. His forehead was full of sweat.

"I have to see Dad. I have to ask for an explanation with Dad. How could this all happen? There's no way he's free. Dad promised me he would take care of him." said Rista, who admitted that she eventually allied herself with the father to save the child.

At first Rista did not agree with the devious idea of the father. Unknowingly, the threat that Candra often makes Rista feel scared until finally agreeing to have Zayn and all his property.

**Falshback on**

Rista sat crying looking at the cruel man in front of her. The warm embrace of a father desperately wanted Rista to feel at this moment. Candra's well-built body is eager to hug and says she misses her parents' affection so much. Honey, it's all just a fantasy.

"Restu's Dad's grandson. How could you be so cruel? What's our fault, Dad?" asked Rista in tears.

Candra did not even hesitate to see the cry of the child.

"The choice is in your hands, Rista. Even I could have brought that woman up and made you a suspect in the captivity of Yonathan's daughter-in-law. And you know what the consequences would be if they knew that?" A sly smile flashed on the old man's face. Rista just cried shaking his head unexpectedly with the words of the father who was so heartless to involve his name in his own plans.

There was no choice, Rista could only obey the words of her father. She agrees to be Zayn's wife and has what Candra commands.

"alright. I agree but on terms. I let my son's life be safe without touching him one bit. Even I asked for time to be Zayn's wife by conceiving her child. Give me some time, and one more. I can't hurt Zayn's first wife. They're very nice people." Just a nod with a sly laugh that Zayn was showing at the moment. The old man seemed not interested at all on the terms that Rista expressed. His mind was only focused on the goal of getting a portion of Yonathan's family's property.

"Make sure your son is a boy, Rista."

At the funeral Rista's mother only cried to see the departure of the father casually without sympathy in the slightest.