Not a Thorn in a Wedding

Zayn's Wise Attitude

Getting an unpleasant look from the many people around made Zayn inevitably pull Rista's hand strong. The woman whose face was flooded with tears held firmly her stomach which felt heavy for her to carry moving. They're headed for the car where Rista was originally a target.

"Take me off!" rista shouted, staring at Zayn who was walking around turning the car and sitting next to him.

For a while Zayn stared at the protruding stomach beside him. He was very emotional looking at Rista's behavior but his heart weakened looking at the distended stomach. There's a life in there asking Zayn for help to stay safe. If not, then Rista could have committed suicide in another way.

"Stop your intention to kill yourself" Zayn said slowly.

Rista shook her head with tears that kept falling. "No. You don't have to interfere with my life." said Rista did not want to lose.

"Who would want to interfere with your life? Huh! I just feel sorry for the fetus." Zayn jolted making both of Rista's shoulders jerk in shock.

Shame was the thing that dominated Rista's mind the most right now. He really has no face every time he talks about his big belly to people. The unfortunate incident that he experienced made Rista lose the direction of life.

"I don't want to live. I just want to die. I don't care about this fetus. He's not my son!" the cry of Rista.

A mother's instincts are not really in her. Too frustrated with his life, Rista forgot to think about the life of the child who would grow so fond of him later. He just wanted to disappear from the face of the earth.

In silence Zayn thought of taking Rista to the safest place. Home, well according to him Rista must be returned to his parents in order to get better direction.

"Where's your house? I'll drive you and talk to your parents." said Zayn and Rista immediately shook their heads. His originally sad face was suddenly very frightened. He was afraid to go back home. He had to work hard to leave the house and how Zayn might bring him back to the house he did not want to go back to.

Feeling threatened, Rista revolts and wants to get out of Zayn's car. Unfortunately the vehicle has been locked by Zayn.

"Please let me go. Please let me go." please Rista cried until she clasped Zayn's hand.

A heartbreaking cry, Zayn slowly felt compassion for the woman in front of him.

"What happened to you? Suicide is not the only way to solve problems. Do you think that by suicide everything will be over? What if suicide only makes one of you die? And the other one suffered or even a lifetime disability?" Both of Zayn's eyes glazed over as he said that.

His gaze was straight towards Rista, but the shadow on his head was actually pointing at the wife who was now lying in a coma in the hospital. Her son was at the funeral with his sister.

Zayn unconsciously said that to the point of dropping tears. Although four years had passed, the pain was still evident to this day. Even the wife who was still unconscious made Zayn gradually feel desperate.

Rista wiped the tears getting a question from Zayn.

**flashback on**

A magnificent hotel building that is quite famous in the city is now right plastered in front of the view of a beautiful girl. The only daughter of a businessman who has just started his career.

"Welcome, Miss. Is it true that you are Miss Rista Kamila daughter of Mr. Candra?" Rista smiled gently nodding her head.

As the son of a successful aspiring entrepreneur, Rista is certainly very enthusiastic. This was his first day of a meeting with his father. All this time Rista just learned to see the father work.

With enthusiasm Rista stepped following the waiter at the hotel towards the meeting room. The room which when he arrived still did not show a single person inside.

Until finally one glass of mineral water he gulped a little, Rista was still sitting tensely waiting for who would be present next. Sending a message to his father, but never getting a reply.

"I don't know what happened after that. I just saw that my body was messy and naked when I opened my eyes. Not one person I saw. I complained all this to Dad. However, I actually received punishment from him for being considered to have tarnished his good name. Even I was accused of selling myself as a cooperative offer." Rista looked down crying saying all that.

**flashback off**

Zayn who was originally fiery angry slowly now sighed. Whether or not to believe in Rista, but hearing the story it seems he does not want to curse Rista again.

"All right, for now you're coming with me" Zayn said, driving without hearing Rista's approval.

On the occasional trip the pregnant woman glanced at Zayn who kept quietly driving the car. The rest of the sadness was clearly visible on the handsome man's face. Rista did not dare to say a single word during the trip until they finally arrived at the hospital. Zayn led Rista into a room, though she refused to come with him.

"Are you or am I gonna take you home to your parents?" Zayn's threat was apparently able to paralyze Rista's movements. He became a very obedient figure from his wild attitude again.

The two also arrived inside the room where some people immediately threw astonished looks at them.

Irene, the first woman as the mother of Zayn who approached welcomed the arrival of the child with a questioning look.

"Zayn.." said Irene to the son.

"Mom, I brought in people who attempted suicide. I don't know him. Please don't look at me like that. Calvina was the only one" Zayn said quickly understanding the gazes of everyone in the room.

He didn't want to give the family room to think badly of him. Moreover, the arrival of Rista with his large stomach.

Irene shook her head in disbelief at the words of the child. "Who are you? What's your goal?" Irene asked immediately full of investigation.

As a fellow woman it was too strange for Rista to come and involve the child to commit suicide.

"Come here." Among the family's gazes, Zayn stepped in to draw Rista's hand closer to the wife lying in a coma in front of him.

For a moment Rista was stunned. In front of her was a thin woman but her face was so still beautiful despite being very pale. Zayn and the family take good care of Calvina. Her hair was still neatly filled despite only lying in a hospital bed for four years.

"She's my wife. The woman who had an accident just when she was nine months pregnant. And our first son had to go with his sister-to-be. You are a lucky woman to have a baby soon to be born. There are so many out there who are fighting for their hearts. Including me and my wife. Is your heart dead until you can't feel the love that will come from that fetus? He is a sinless child who will call you mamah. Would you take his life that he hasn't seen this world yet?" said Zayn speaking to Rista while continuing to look at Calvina.

Until now he has kept his eyes off any woman out there for the sake of his wife.

Rista and all the family in the room looked at Zayn Haru. But not with Shopia who has not been willing to take his eyes off the face of the alien Rista.

"Sir Zayn, stop talking to him. Let me take care of it. If you want to kill yourself, let's just do it to me. Not with my brother-in-law. You want to die, right? Come on!" Shopia roughly pulled Rista's hand.

All who had just returned to his consciousness were certainly very surprised to see Shopia's completely unfriendly attitude.