Husband's Regret: I'm Not a Little Child
Hump

In a not-so-large room, all around him lay the big, thick books of a mature man with a firm jaw, sitting staring at a computer screen and biting his finger. 

There was a seething pain seeping into his chest as he looked at the numbers he had in front of him. Like there's a sense of trepidation coming. 

“It turns out he is smart too, even smarter than his brother, even though I have made difficult problems, when did he learn? So she wasn't sad at all for parting from me?” muttered Rendi in her workroom. 

Rendi gulped her saliva feeling defeated by the little boy.

Yes rendi including young lecturers who excel, because at the age of less than 30 years at that time he had become a lecturer and pocketed the title of S3. Rendi has always been idealistic and disciplined, so he has also been on the problem-making team in the country. Not only for the campus Rendi teaches, but all campuses in his country. 

For the selection of the first track students who followed Nila is indeed only high school students who have a history of academic values from SMA/SMP/MAN. So well, Hanan, Farel, Nila and other participants are indeed selected students from all over the country. Each school, only has a rank of one and two that can enter this path selection, considering the campus where Rendi teaches, is the oldest university and has a favorite title in the country. 

Participants who come to take the morning exam there are about 500 participants, and who have the opportunity to enter through this free path only 10 children, the rest will be selected and tested again with different requirements. 

Rendi did not appear at the exam site, or become a committee, but more than that, he made a problem with his team. For 5 years Rendi joined the problem-making team, only once there were students who broke 500 and 499 points. 

“Tak!” Rendi was so astonished herself, inexplicable it felt obvious, she became increasingly unwilling to let go of Nila. 

“What kind of girl is she really?” rummam Rendi's. 

For the first time, Rendi's hand was moved to pick up her phone. Without anyone to see and know, Rendi who has been anti-open social media, even on her phone there are no social media applications such as instagram, secretly Rendi install it. 

“What's my name, Fatma huh? at that time he once told me to make and permission to me to upload a photo of Nila?” rummam Rendi's. 

Unfortunately, Rendi who had considered all that a lot of negative impacts, did not know the address of his own adek ig. He also remembered that his father's foundation had a social media account. For the sake of getting a photo of Nila, Rendi then looked for her father's boarding school social media account. 

Yes, Rendi had not considered important for her marriage, so that her own wedding photos were not saved. Rendi did not keep a photo of Nila. And now he did not have the courage to see it or to meet it in the crowd even though Nila was now in the same place even in the same building. 

“Ish.... where the hell is it?” muttered Rendi riled, Rendi glared at every photo uploaded on her father's social media. Nila who when graduated got a ranking there, unfortunately, it did not exist. 

“Haish...,” hiss Rendi was upset, at this time Rendi was eager to see Nila. 

“Did I just go? but that many students? Are you home or not?” muttered Rendi again glanced at her clock. 

The exam was completed 5 minutes ago. Rendi became agitated herself, Rendi then randomized her hair riled up, until finally, the brain of Rendi who always held the prestige was defeated by curiosity and wanted to see the appearance of an ex-wife who was quite dumbfounded. 

Rendi peered from the glass of the tall rectorate building into the courtyard of the hall. The students seemed to be fluttering out all dressed in black and white uniforms and it was impossible to see one-on-one except Rendi down and wait in front of the exit guard post. 

Rendi also saw some students still clustered in front of the notice board. That means Nila may not have left. No matter being asked by fellow lecturers, Rendi ran out of the room quickly, then infiltrated a brisk walk in a daze and for the first time in years working on the campus, Rendi went into the gatekeeper's post. 

Yes, the test site is heavily guarded by police, the introduction cannot enter, and participants can only enter and exit through that door. So that post is the only place Nila will pass. 

“Ehm...,” dehem Rendi looked awkward about to greet the security guard. Even Rendi's forehead looked sweaty and her breathing was dull. 

The campus guard did memorize Rendi's face as a worker at the place, unfortunately the quiet Rendi was not close and familiar, so both the security guard and Rendi were equally awkward. 

“Sorry,” says Rendi briefly. 

Rendi then scratched her nape confused as to what reason. 

“I... I, want to hang out here for a while, can?” ask Rendi. 

The security guard looked at each other confused, there were only two stools, the space was also narrow. 

“Nungkong?” ask security. 

“No, I mean, I there's a need, I want me to want to see someone from here. Can ya?” asked Rendi nervously finally lowering her prestige if she was waiting for someone. 

“Oh. Please Sir,” replied Satpam relented, then one of them stood giving a chair to Rendi. 

Rendi received it with pleasure, sitting in front of the exit counter and her eyes stood by watching everyone who passed through the door. 

“Aih....,” grumbled Rendi instantly covered her face and retreated from her seat. 

“What's up Sir?” ask security. 

“I sit below only, this is no cctv anyway?” 

“There it is, Sir!” the security guard pointed to the computer in the corner of the small room. 

It turned out from the glass counter, Rendi saw, the man who used to be very fond of her and now changed to hate her seemed to be standing chatting with someone in front of the gate, waiting for his beloved daughter. 

Ya Baba, faithfully, accompanied the parents and families of other participants who were waiting for their children. Rendi also chose not to look down from the glass or from the outside. 

Fortunately, Rendi's eyes were immediately observant, if on the entrance and exit bars there was a cctv. Rendi retreated and chose to wait for Nila to pass through the computer screen. 

The security guard only looked at each other and was confused, Rendi who was notoriously fierce and reserved was acting very strange. They also participated in the broadcast, who would Rendi wait for. Now why should we sing that. Rendi is a respectable, smart and educated person, also brave, why not immediately find the person or call his mobile number. 

But they did not dare to comment and let Rendi frown with her own world of robins. The security guard returned to guard, and Rendi calmed down in front of the computer hiding herself. 

One by one of hundreds of participants in the same uniform were milling. His eyes kept staring at the computer. 

“Where is it, how long is it really not nongol?” grumbling Rendi was very upset, his eyes were already sore and his forehead was sore, Nila was never seen, but Rendi glanced through the glass, the luxury car of her former in-laws was still there, and she was still there, although the friend who had accompanied Baba chat was no longer there, if Baba and her car were still there it meant that Nila had not come out. 

Rendi looked back at the computer screen. After being quiet and only one two left, from the end of the road two students walked together even though they were a few jengkal. 

Rendi further rounded her teary eyes. His chest rumbled, the two students he saw were of different sexes. One little girl whose head covering cloth seemed to be waving gracefully wrapped in the sweet face of his ex-wife, next to her young man who looked tall and burly, his gaze looked coldly calm and dignified. 

“Who is he?” muttered rendi annoyed. 

“She's aware, still iddah time? That fast he forgot me? Didn't he say in his diary that he loved me? ***!” rendi muttered annoyed and his hands clenched. 

Rendi memng managed to find Nila diary book during the pesantren where every day, Nila misses him, admiring Rendi from all the childhood stories of Rendi from Ummi, who is a child, also how does Nila feel every Rendi comes to her house.