Not a Thorn in a Wedding

Seeking Father

An hour ago, the handsome father-to-be arrived at the home of his parents. Irene knew what made the child daydream. Splitting back with the woman he loved must have been a burden so heavy he felt.

“You have made the right decision, Zayn. Calvina's pregnancy is important to think about. Don't give priority to the taste of each of you first.” softly said the woman while rubbing the child's head.

Zayn sighed. If only he could do it, bring all his offices and work abroad, of course Zayn did. His power was still limited as a rich man. Work is work that he cannot underestimate.

“Hopefully my son will grow up quickly, Mom. I want to spend time with Calvina. Let my children continue in that office.” Irene chuckled without a sound.

For him Zayn's hopes were still too far away. The child he called at this time had not even taken shape in the womb of his wife. But, his father had already demanded him to take care of the work.

“You've rested later I'm calling to eat. Don't forget to call Calvina yah?” peech Irene and Zayn nodded.

Unfortunately, Zayn's mood deteriorated to see his phone call never picked up by his wife.

“Where's Calvina?” mumbling Zayn. His hand contacted him again but to his father-in-law. His call did not get an answer.

Until the next second, the phone rang the call sign. Not from Germany. The call was seen from the name Rista. Zayn's forehead shriveled deeply.

“Rista? What's he calling me for?” mumbling Zayn. His hand did not pick up the call until the message finally came in.

“Mas, sorry I interrupted. Restu is ill and is now taken to the hospital. He always called Mas.” That's the message Zayn read.

Given the name Restu, Zayn again worried. He also came home to visit the child.

Rista's message was sent to Calvina. While cleaning up, Zayn waited for a reply from Calvina. Several times Rista tried to contact Zayn, no answer.

“Where's Dad, Mom? Restu kangen.” asked the little boy weakly. The corner of his eyes looked watery due to his so high body temperature.

Rista silenced not able to answer the question of the child. Only the hand that kept moving rubbed his son's forehead.

“Honey, close your eyes and rest. Zayn's father wasn't holding a cell phone. It's very busy. Restu must be a smart child to understand the situation of Dad. Later Restu will feel like a father who has a big responsibility. Dad has to work hard for us to live comfortably.” The length of Rista's width gave an understanding.

Though he's hard to interrupt Zayn's time. What he knows is that Zayn is still with his first wife.

Can't bear to see his son waiting for a father's attention. Only Zayn could hope for.

“Dad Zayn is coming right, Bu?” ask Restu back.

Rista forced a smile and nodded.

“I'm sorry, Cal. I'm in a difficult position. My son needs Mas Zayn. Forgive me.” muttered Rista in heart.

Now he calms Restu down to sleep. Several times he checked his phone and saw that Zayn had read a message from him. Especially at this time Zayn is even still seen online in the chat application.

“Are you going to be indifferent with Restu, Mas? I know this is not your duty. Restu is not your flesh and blood that you should pay attention to, Mas.” muttered Rista sadly.