Not a Thorn in a Wedding

Zayn's anger

Candra told Rista everything while complaining of pain several times. His hand rubbed the swollen lip. Seeing his father's battered state made Rista could not help but be sad. He cried to his father's hand.

"Dad, who did this? Who're they?" rista asked with tears. Unfortunately, that attention actually makes Candra even more angry. The old man brushed the child's hand violently.

"Hah go you! What are you doing here? Go awayl. Don't ever see me again, Rista! Enough of your husband beating me up like this. Go!" his screech stared intently at Rista.

Candra was so indifferent to the attention of the child. He became even more angry because the one who tortured him was the husband of the child. The man who protected Rista from his pursuit all along. Rista continued to shake her head to reject the father's proposal. He could not have left his father in such a situation.

"Dad, please don't be like this. I'm here to bring this food." point Rista at the bushel next to her. Although in his heart he was completely shocked to hear that Zayn could do this to his father. Obviously Rista is aware that all husbands will be angry if they know their wives want to be harassed by others.

Remembering that, his heart felt sore. If Zayn had such a big attitude of concern for him as well, but it all felt impossible for Rista. Zayn couldn't have noticed it that big as he had seen Calvina. Because they are not together because of love.

The woman kept trying to get close to her father. Although Rista no longer moved her hand to grab Candra's hand. He was busy opening the table and lifting the spoon. Hope Candra will eat with her feed.

The next second Rista was taken aback.

"Dad, why was it thrown?" tanyanya shock. The food that he prepared from home actually just splashed in the big room. Candra stood up immediately.

"Go from here, Rista. You're not my son. I'm not your father. Never call me Dad again. Go!" Rista's trembling body could only stand pecking at his seat. Her eyes were filled with tears hearing Candra's painful words.

Rista stepped up to pick up the scattered rantang. He could not pursue his father again who chose to enter his place of detention. Police locked the man in a holding cell.

"I ask if there's anything to my father, please tell me, sir." said Rista before he actually left the place.

Along the way his mind was filled with the figure of Zayn who could beat the father and also Rista thought about why so heartless the father did not recognize himself as a child.

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From the other direction the handsome pair of eyes glared sharply looking at the two hands in front there clasping each other. Obviously the first hand to move was the hand of a woman he loved very much. The smooth white hand was seen writhing spoiled in the hands of a foreign man. Even their faces were smiling at each other. Seeing that, Zayn peaked his anger and clenched his hands as tightly as possible.

A few minutes passed, Zayn was astonished. The wife's goal right now is the hospital. If his mind could not be controlled, Zayn might have beaten the man who was with his wife. However, he actually restrained himself and followed their movements.

"No. What do they want? Calvina is unlikely to have checked the womb with another man. I'm her husband." Zayn said in flames. The room in front of it seemed closed. Zayn could only wait anxiously outside the examination room.

"Thank you for accompanying me to check my pregnancy." The soft voice that was clearly heard made Zayn even more furious. I don't know what happened to him until now Zayn couldn't move to hit them.

The man smiled. "Don't thank me. I thought that child was my real son too. We'll live happily with him soon." How happy the two of them were while hugging in front of the badly injured Zayn.

"Calvina, what are you doing?" zayn finally shouted. Instead of being afraid, Calvina was attracted to the stranger. He hid behind the man's body.

Zayn quickly pulled Calvina away from the body that was standing in his way. "Don't interfere! This is my wife. And you'd better stay away from my wife." hardik Zayn was so angry.

It was not the man who answered. But Calvina who actually shook her head was reluctant to come with Zayn. He prefers to be with the man he has been with since.

"Cal, come. Don't be like this. Don't force me to kill this man." Zayn tried to gently persuade his wife. Because he knows Calvina can at least be in Kasari. He was afraid to make Calvina get away from him.

"Go, Zayn. Come back with Rista. You already have another wife. Let me be happy with my choice here. This kid I'm gonna raise with him." No. gabe. Zayn couldn't possibly accept any of that.

The child Calvina was carrying was the result of her short hard work. It was impossible for Zayn to waste the opportunity he had hoped for all this time.

"No, Honey. How could I let you be with that guy. We'll stay together. No one can separate us. And Rista is no longer my wife. We will live happily with our children. Come, Honey. We go home." persuade Zayn again.

Again and again Calvina shook her head. "Zayn, go. This kid is not your son. This is our son. I was pregnant by her. He's the man I love. We'll be together soon." Zayn's chest was rumbling. His patience is over. He pulled the man in front of him no matter what else Calvina would get away from him.

"Really, Calvina? You want me to kill this guy, don't you?" One punch floated right on the nose of the man.

Calvina was screaming hysterically. "You want me to kill him?" Again Zayn hit the man's face right in the left eye.