Not a Thorn in a Wedding

Rista's persistence

A narrowed-eyed look with smiling lips saw the movement of a woman in the distance riding a luxurious car. He reported his current work to the boss.

"Miss Rista was out in the car at the Yonathan family's residence, sir" she told Candra.

"Follow and keep an eye on Rista. Make sure he'll be part of the Yonathan family." Candra said.

What he never thought would be with a respectable family like Jonathan. Sure it feels like getting durian collapsed at an unexpected time.

Rista who focused on his mind was not aware if his movements turned out to be followed from a distance. The driver who was driving the car was not aware because they were so far away just to know where Rista went. The boss' warning scares them to come closer because Jonathan's family will definitely not let go of Rista without knowing his activities.

"Thank you, sir." said Rista, smiling at the driver.

Now the car has arrived at the hospital where last night something unexpected happened. He stepped into the room where he felt afraid to enter. The cold hand lifted and turned the door handle. Simultaneously he got a sharp glare from the woman who had only met him for a moment.

"Ristas?" Irene was shocked to see Rista coming.

"Mom, I'm sorry I came here. At home I don't know what to do. At least here I can contribute energy to help keep Mrs Calvina" said Rista sounded so polite.

There was only Irene in the room because the others had left to continue their activities. Seeing Rista's distended stomach it feels like Irene can't bear to ask him to come back home let alone have to speak in a keto tone.

"Just sit there. Don't make things that could harm your stomach. My family has enough problems don't add to it anymore." Irene said.

Obediently Rista sat on the sofa accompanying Irene guarding Calvina. A state of silence as long as the two of them were in the infirmary. Until Irene was shocked by the news from her phone.

"Yes, what's up Zayn?" Irene asked while putting a flat object in her ear.

"Huh? What Zayn? Your father fell unconscious? Where are you guys now? I'll be there soon." Irene was panicking. Rista who heard it was also surprised.

"Mom, stay there. Calvina was not there to look after him. I'm taking Dad to the hospital." Zayn's voice made Irene stare at Rista. It is heavy hearted that she left the son-in-law but her husband is currently in a very scary state for her.

"No, Zayn. Mom's going there. Where are you taking your father? Calvina's been there to take care of her." Irene said.

Rista seemed to gulp a coarse salivary hearing Irene's words. He was even afraid that he would have to stay alone to guard Calvina. However, Jonathan's family still leaves bad accusations against him. If anything happens to Calvina, of course Rista will be accused.

After the phone call ended, Irene approached Rista. "You take care of my daughter-in-law. Remember take care and don't mess around. If anything happens with Calvina you will take responsibility for everything." ordered Irene who only got a submissive nod from Rista.

"I promise to look after Mrs Calvina, Mom. I'll take good care of it." No longer listening to Rista's words, Irene immediately ran out to the nearest hospital in the husband's office.

Along the way Irene kept crying in fear of imagining bad things happening to her husband.

"Loh Irene?" sahut Gauri appoints besan.

"Gauri? You guys here too?" Irene asked as they arrived together in the parking lot.

Stare at each other as if Gauri was asking who was keeping Calvina in the hospital if they were all here.

"Mom, who's keeping Cavina there?" zayn asked as he met them all while waiting for the doctor to examine his father inside.

"Rista, he's guarding Calvina. You don't have to worry about me putting a hidden cctv in that room. Did you forget?" sahut Irene reminded Zayn.

The man nodded calmly hearing the mother's words. However, all of them turned their heads together when they heard the voice of a beautiful girl walking towards them.

"Cctv can only monitor, ma'am. Not to interrupt. If anything happens to sister Calvina who can prevent it while we're all here. Now let me go there and drive the woman away." Shopia said angrily.

For him the life of his brother is very dangerous at this time. Women who fall in love and plan evil can certainly do anything beyond the common sense of a sane person.

"Shopia, don't make trouble." Gauri again rebuked the child.

Amidst the family debate was heard the doctor who came out after examining the state of Prayan.

"Doctor, how's my husband? She's okay, isn't she, Doctor?" suhut Irene asked worriedly.

"Mr Prayan is currently suffering from a stroke on the right. But don't worry, Madam. The stroke you suffered is still a mild stroke. We can do therapy for his healing. The patient's blood pressure is now back down from before. It's very dangerous if his blood pressure goes up like that." All were speechless to hear what was hit on Prayan.

The condition of the body that looks healthy immediately makes them not expect if the father will get such a frightening disease. Irene sat down crying to hear her husband suffering a stroke. Although it can still be cured but still for him it is a frightening disease. There are many people out there who do not recover and die.

"Please Doctor, heal my husband. Do whatever it takes to make my husband heal again. I beg..." Irene was crying holding the doctor's coat in front of her.

Zayn who saw the fragility of the mother immediately took the middle-aged woman's body and hugged her. Gauri approached and rubbed the besan's back. The same fear he felt at this time. What about her husband later.

Shopia, who was angry, was slowly silent and could not bear to see the fragility of her sister-in-law's family. Zayn almost lost his brother. And now God is giving them another trial by making their father sick.

"I'd better keep an eye on Brother from the cctv alone. It's a lot better." Shopia muttered taking her phone.

His forehead shriveled deeply when he saw a man he had seen now enter the nursery of the older brother. There Rista greeted the man with a flat face without saying anything.

"This guy?" shopia.