Not a Thorn in a Wedding

Observation of Zayn

"Forget over me and accept all this, ma'am. She's Mom's only daughter-in-law. Don't treat me well again, ma'am. It's all just gonna hurt me deeper. I can, I can definitely get through this. There's no kid I should think of to hang on with Zayn. As for the woman, she had to support one child with Zayn. I'm fine, ma'am." said Calvina.

Irene shakes. How great the heart of the son-in-law gave up the husband he loved so much with other women. A daughter-in-law as good as Calvina wouldn't want her to let go. Until this moment Irene had never felt a disagreement with Calvina. The figure of a woman who is so soft-hearted and cares deeply for others.

"It has. You calm down, don't talk about anything yet? Now let's eat. I brought you some food, Cal. Please don't refuse this time. Mother was eager to cook for you," Without resisting, Calvina obediently rushed to sit down and enjoyed the mouthfuls of the in-laws.

The affection between the two is so great. It was not easy for Rista to enter and replace Calvina in the Zayn family. All this time Irene was good and with Rista still looks there is a limit. Unlike her treatment of Calvina who very much looks like a mother and child.

Here the two women seemed to be silent to each other as Irene fed Calvina. Maybe in Irene's mind she had calmed down to be close to the daughter-in-law. Without knowing if one thing happened in the house of the child.

"Did Mom drive him?" Zayn who chose to go home with his restless mind found Rista was tidying the dining table.

"Dad!" serang Restu percia's. Zayn turned and smiled and rubbed the child's head.

"Restu ate, right?" The boy replied with a nod of his head.

"Then go to the rest room? I want to talk to Mom first." Restu obediently ran into his room.

Rista who saw the husband coming just kissed the back of the hand without intending to answer Zayn's question. His body was about to move past Zayn busily in an empty hand.

"The answer to my question, Rista. Did you bring that rant to here?" ask Zayn again.

"Yes, Mas." replied Rista briefly. Zayn watched the bushel in Rista's hands without preventing the woman from leaving him.

Different Rantang Zayn thought. His forehead is pucker deep. The memory clearly sees the shape and color of the bushel prepared by the mother when at home was very different from what Rista holds today.

"Even you didn't ask me if I've eaten or not, Mom? What do you think is your ex-wife? Calvina's not your only wife right now, Mas. There's me with you when you're down." Rista's inner voice screamed hysterically. Although in Zayn's eyes he looked fine at the moment.

Sitting pensively on the dining table chair made Zayn not notice if the wife went into the room. The two have never spoken warmly in a long time.

The increasingly prolonged time without an answer continues to make the relationship between Rista and Zayn increasingly cold. One week they went through with their minds. Rista continued to look for her father and Zayn who kept looking for the bushels Irene had prepared. The two no longer have time to play with Restu. Just completing their respective duties as father and mother.

Today is exactly the seventh day Irene came back like every day. Same race and for the same person.

"Calvina has to eat a lot to be fresh and her mind can improve" said Irene excited in the kitchen. His hands were so agile to prepare all without being helped by the waiter.

"Mother is again preparing the same bushel." Zayn said in his heart.

The plan that he had neatly arranged did not make Irene able to know if her movements these few days had been monitored by Zayn at home.

"Mom, will you bring Rista again?" sahut Zayn asked approaching Irene.

The sound made Irene round her eyes in surprise. His body quickly turned around and looked at Zayn who was already standing nearby. The middle-aged woman's lips felt like they were locked when she wanted to answer Zayn's question.

In silence Zayn digested the movements of the mother. "Huh? I-yes, Zayn. Make Rista again. Who's it for?" irene reasoned.

Unfortunately, the woman had no idea that for a few days Zayn was monitoring what Irene had prepared and checking in at her home after work. There was no cooking Irene prepared in her house.

"Why are you, Zayn? How do you see Mom like that? Wrong, Mom, the same attention as your daughter-in-law? Are you the same as Rista? Poor him, Zayn. Rista's been so good with all of us..."

"Had kindness been rewarded with kindness without marriage maybe everything would have been fine, Mom." Zayn cut off at Irene's unfinished speech.

"Does that mean you regret the marriage?" The question suddenly sounded in the ears of the child and the mother at that time. Irene was shocked as well as Zayn who also turned around to see who had come without the sound of footsteps.