Not a Thorn in a Wedding

Traumatizing

Too cool to talk, until Rista and Bu Ida stopped when they heard the voice of Restu who shouted.

"Mother, there's Uncle." she ran into the house.

The person the boy was referring to was Reza. His face had not changed since Rista's departure from their home that time until now still remained cold. Without him greeting Rista, Reza only talks to her mother.

"Mom, it's been too long. Let's go home. Dad must be looking for us." he asked. Madam Ida nodded with a smile. He felt it was enough for them to talk. It was time for Rista to rest with her son.

"Rista, we go home first. If there's anything, don't hesitate to talk. Reza would pass every day in front of this house to go to work. You can ask her for help."

"I'm busy, Mom." cut Reza off quickly.

Realizing that he was not wanted by Reza, Rista only remained silent after nodding her head at Ida. They also separated in front of the house. There was something troubling Rista's mind at the moment. The face of the child.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" tanyakanya. Because Restu lowered his head to bend his sad face with the lips he raised.

"Why was Zayn's father so long ago, Mom? Restu kangen bobo together again." Rista speechless. Somehow he explained to his son in front of him. Even their current distance with Zayn was getting further and further. There's no way it would feel if Zayn came to this village to visit his son.

Rista carried the child's body and kissed his head. In his embrace so tightly the body that is growing more and more it. Only Restu he has, as much as possible Rista does not hurt the child.

"All dads must be like that, son. They will be the busiest people to make money. There's Mom and you that I have to feed good food, a good home, and a good school. Restu see some friends at school even they just a few days with his father then a year even more brands do not meet his father?" said Rista who made Restu nod.

"Well they're super great fathers." added Rista again.

"That means that Restu's friend's father who is always with his son is not great, Mom?" ask Restu smartly.

Rista even chuckled at the words of the child. It seems he has to learn more to be able to convey his thoughts to the child better.

"If you're great, why would you sell a car? Why should we go to this village? If you're great, you'll buy us a new home like Zoya's father. Are you hiding something from me about Dad?" muttered Restu wondered while looking at the mother with a curious look.

His relationship with Zayn was very close. This incident made him feel full of question marks. While without both knowing, if the person they are talking about right now is agitated.

Some days Zayn has spent in Germany, now is the time he has to return to his country. Leaving the wife who was pregnant young certainly felt heavy for Zayn who had lost his two children.

"Why is time so fast? I still have a hard time leaving you, Cal." Zayn said as his wife appeared to pack her things into a suitcase.

Ayu's face that is getting more and more shining in Zayn's eyes. She smiled and approached her husband. "Go home and finish it all. Remember, there's Restu waiting for you there. Poor him." Zayn lowered his head in a rough sigh.

The little boy he missed should meet soon and give him time to be with him too. "I'll be fine here looking after our son, Zayn. I promise that."

"Promise not to be close to any man?" sahut Zayn made Calvina shake her head.

"Where there are pregnant women can be close to any man. You're all there." Calvina replied confusedly.

Zayn. He did not want to tell his nightmares on his way to Germany. Right now he just wants to remember the happy story before they finally separated. Zayn's close embrace gave to the wife's body.

"I'm gonna take care of our son, Cal. Take good care of yourself. Don't get out of the house. Wait for me to come back if there's anything you need." Calvina nodded her head quickly.

He will not want to endanger himself again with his prospective children. Past events have really given Calvina and Zayn a great sense of trauma to date.

"Yes. I'll wait for you back, Zayn."