Not a Thorn in a Wedding

Mood Pregnant Mom

The limping step of a middle-aged woman approached the child who had just opened the door of the house from the outside. His face looks flat.

“Reza, how? Restu has improved?” Reza looked softly at the mother.

“Rista how?” ask Ida again not satisfied with the answer of the child.

He wanted more news about the state of Rista in the city. Reza wondered why her mother was always nice to her. Though Mr. Danang the father always got bad treatment from Candra before.

“They're fine, Mom. Don't worry too much about others. How's Dad? Is today no relapse anymore?” Reza chose to approach the father who was in his room.

Seeing the figure of the old man who could only lay weak made Reza remember Rista again. If their family doesn't know the Rista family, maybe everything will be fine.

In the direction of the door, Ida noticed her son who rubbed Mr. Danang's head.

“Your father will be happy if we stay good to Rista, Za. He's a good kid just being in the wrong neighborhood. That's why your father always protected her.” Ida's advice. Reza was silent.

Going to the city was not Reza's choice to see them. However, the mother's insistence continued to make him anxious.

“Don't look at his father, but look at Rista. Just like you who didn't see Rista, but saw Restu. That's what Mom and Dad did to Rista, Za. He's just a victim. She's a good girl and her life is very poor.” added Ida again.

The last words of the mother left Reza's mind open. As much as he hated Rista, everything that happened was not the woman's fault.

The night was getting late, Reza went to his room to clean up. His body was tired from the long journey.

Several times the mother's words flashed in her head. The figure of the woman who became Reza's mind tonight turned out to be waiting for others. Although time is getting late, Rista did not give up waiting for Zayn's presence.

While Restu was asleep while hugging one of the toys given by his father. Seeing that Rista's heart was getting sliced. Unlike the case with Calvina who here smilingly imagined her husband coming. It felt really impatient to see Zayn come up with so many orders for Calvina.

“What the hell? Don't be lebay dong. A woman's self-esteem must be maintained, Shopia. I'm embarrassed to ask Zayn to come here just because he's missing. Lagian Kakan also want to eat everything Zayn brought.” to Calvina. Shopia.

“So I have never been in a coma but that does not mean memory loss? Since when do you like simple food? We have lived since childhood together, brother. My sister never ate any of that. Did Zayn forget? Hence obediently aja.” said Shopia.

The originally cheerful Calvina suddenly changed. His face bent when he heard the words of his sister. His expression turned sad.

“What Yes Zayn forgot about that, Shopia?” ask her in a quiet voice.

“Yah obviously forgot dong, Sister. The evidence does not remember. Don't remember well means forget.” explained Shopia telak.

Young pregnant Mood who makes Calvina difficult to control herself, suddenly made her leave the room. Shopia was astonished to see the behavior of her brother.

“This again. It's not my brother that a luncher is like this. Do not-don't his behavior become as contagious as honey well? Eh.” Shopia closed her mouth with her hands because she realized her words were inappropriate.

In Calvina's television room. Contacted her husband several times but still could not. Already knew that Zayn was on his way, but his chaotic thoughts made him force the will to be able to talk to the husband immediately.

“Zayn, why is it so hard to contact? Did he really forget all about me?” Her tears are already on her eyelids. Calvina feels claustrophobic considering the relationship of the husband she had seen happy with Rista.

However everything is now separated, still he can not forget the pain of seeing his own husband living with another woman.

“What Zayn is making you sad again, Cal? Tell Grandma.” Suddenly, a creepy voice appeared. Calvina who looked down sadly the blink of an eye turned her expression into cheerful.

“Grandmother!” he shouted while standing reaching for the grandmother's hand to take her to sit.

“Zayn do what else? Don't drop your tears one drop, Cal.” Calvina shook her head with a smiley face. He did not want to give his grandmother a gap to judge the husband.