Not a Thorn in a Wedding

The arrival of Zayn

Zayn's grief was certainly a grief for both his parents as well. They were sitting in the living room watching Zayn go into his room. Obviously this isn't all Zayn wants. The marriage with Rista happened all at their request.

"Mom was wrong, Dad. I think as time goes on everything can change. Even now Zayn was again agitated at the thought of Calvina. Right or not it shouldn't be like this. Zayn has become Rista's husband." Irene told her husband. Where even Prayan nodded in understanding.

"Everything that happens is beyond our control, ma'am. We want Zayn to recover from his sadness. But, the heart that he has is all over God's control." said Prayan.

A night of sadness passed quickly. It feels like they have not removed the sad overnight, now it has been greeted by morning. The still-visible dew dripping on the leaves bore witness when Zayn woke up early in the morning. His puffy eyes and tired body he was forced to go looking for his wife.

"Zayn, where are you going?" Irene asked to see her son coming out of the room with the keys to the car.

No response from Zayn. He went to the car and drove the four-wheeled vehicle. Irene ran to the room looking for her husband. Afraid that anything will happen to the child. It was enough that he lost his granddaughter and son-in-law in an accident.

Even here the anxiety of a wife is no longer ignored Zayn. Rista who was standing in the kitchen asked the waiter. Where he did not see the whereabouts of the husband. Zayn went nowhere.

"So Zayn hasn't come home yet? Did he say where he went, Bi?" sahut Rista's. The waiter in front of him shook his head.

"Mother, come on." exclaimed Restu running towards Rista with his school equipment. The little boy had been searching for his father.

"Restu, are we leaving now?" said Rista holding the cheek of the child. His face tried to smile even though his mind was dizzy. The fear of what he had soon disappeared.

In front of him, Restu's face looked glumly lowered his head. Her eyes were teary after feeling tired of looking for a man she had missed since yesterday. Even last night when he came home, Zayn did not come to the room to hug him for a while.

"Bad fuck!" restu said. Rista who heard the anger of the child sighed.

"Darling, don't be spoiled. Dad's been so good with us all along. Can't you just visit me?" Restu nodded.

They left that morning without Zayn. The warm atmosphere that used to be seen in the morning in the car now disappeared alternated with silence. Rista all the way kept thinking about where her husband was. Scared if all exposed by Zayn.

"No. Zayn can't leave me. How is my son's fate? No, Zayn. Everything should be fine." rista murmured in his heart.

The existence of the father at this time he did not even know. All because the Calvina family asked the police to shut up. They execute Calvina's request to let Zayn stay happy with his wife.

The morning that Zayn hoped to meet Calvina at the school of the child, in fact, did not produce results. From a distance the man just stared blankly at the existence of Restu and the wife who entered the school. There was no intention of Zayn approaching them just greeting him.

"I'm sorry Dad, Restu. Dad's having problems. May you understand today." said Zayn Lirh. Sad he saw Restu's lackluster face. The boy kept his head down without waving to his mother when picked up by his teacher.

Several cars passing through the school area became the center of Zayn's attention. Hopefully there is one car that becomes the first wife's vehicle. In fact, until the school yard was deserted, there was no sign of Zayn seeing Calvina. Without him knowing if the woman he was looking for is now struggling with his sadness in the room.

Then Calvina's eyes moved to look at her sister. "How's Grandma doing, Shopia? Is there any progress?" calvina asked trying to divert her mind.

Shopia simply replied by shaking her head. "Not yet, Brother. Grandma was still unconscious until now. Even I want to go home after hearing Big Brother like this." said Shopia. Calvina shook her head quickly.

"No, I'm fine. Tell Mom I'm okay, Shopia."

"But, Brother..." Not yet finished Shopia said, the sound of a car horn in front of it had sounded so loud.

Shopia ran as fast as she could out and saw who had come to their house. While Calvina just sat quietly waiting for the news of her sister.

How shocked Shopia saw the figure of a handsome man standing out from his luxurious car.

"Sir Zayn! Lusty!" peekik Shopia panic.

The next instant he witnessed how the rebellious Zayn wanted to enter the house of the in-laws. Several servants and guards appeared to be restraining Zayn's sturdy body.

"Let go! Hey what are you guys doing? I'm still your employer's daughter-in-law!" zayn shouted furiously.

For the first time there was a foreigner daring to touch his body bravely like this.

"Sir, please don't be like this. We were just assigned to vacate this house from anyone" the security guard said.

Shopia was sad to see her brother-in-law treated like that. "Pity you Brother Zayn. You are a good person but why should you get this kind of trial? And how did you know there was a sister in this house, Calvina? Is that how strong is your heart bond?" shopia said in his heart.

Shopia flicked the curtains and reentered Calvina's room. He sent a message to his brother if the one who came was Zayn. Calvina was in shock, her eyes dripping with clear liquid hearing her husband coming in revolt.

"What should you do, Shopia? Brother doesn't want to meet her." Shopia was silent for a while until Zayn's voice was heard screaming into the house.

"Calvinas! Sweetheart! I'm right here. Cal's! Calvina!" zayn's screams echoed in the house.

The stewards of all who obstructed Zayn were removed. His face flushed looking at the house that looked deserted. He was constantly screaming for his wife. One by one the room he entered no matter the waiter tried to ask him to stop.

"Calvinas!" Zayn stopped at the room where his wife was. The door is wide open.

Calvina and Shopia looked at each other. Sweat on both sides.