Husband's Regret: I'm Not a Little Child
Locked up.

Rendi could not resist Abi Yusuf, his Abah, said this time. In fact, Abi Yusuf used to say so often, expressing how he wanted his Son to stay at home and take care of his boarding school, but Rendi always refused.

Rendi felt inappropriate to be like Abinya, Rendi did not like being a moral speaker and was not competent to teach in the cottage.

Moreover, being a priest and a santri nanny for whom the responsibility is great. Rendi always reasoned, there is still Syamsul husband Fatma who is better in terms of temperament and morals, as well as Abi Yusuf's more senior disciples are also more tawadzu according to Rendi. Their religious knowledge is also much better according to Rendi.

Rendi prefers to live freely without the shadow of her parents and is required to be an example for many people.

Rendi prefers to see the outside world, traveling to one Country and another even if it is just a seminar or training, not a preacher who must give an example.

Rendi still wanted to raise a lot of money, in order to buy what she liked. Worship according to their heart and ability.

In the Abi Pesantren, the concept was to live a simple life. Abi does not like to live luxuriously, should be simple, should be an example, be friendly as well.

But today, for the sake of getting Abinya to want her to give her a bribe and an oral medicine that the doctor gave her, Rendi nodded.

“Insya Alloh, Bah. Only until Abah is healed, right? Not for the next huh, Abah will definitely be healthy soon? Rendi still has a contract with the Government because,” replied Rendi.

“But want?”

“Yes, but Abah eat yes!” answer Rendi again.

Abah smiled willingly, and Rendi again took breakfast for her brother. Although impressed stiff, between the father and his son, Rendi helped Abah eat. Not until it runs out but Rendi is relieved enough, half the rice has succeeded Abah eat.

“Already,” said Abah felt it was enough with his hand to give the code Rendi to stop.

"One more spoon, Bah!" answer Rendi.

Unfortunately Abi Yusuf still shook his head. "That's enough?"

Rendi nodded, the important thing is that Abi had eaten. Rendi then took the medicine that was delivered by the nurse, helped take water and gave it to Abi Yusuf to drink.

Not long after, the door was opened, Ummi ushered his santri Abi Yusuf came to say hello.

Rendi and Abi Yusuf answered him calmly.

"Greetings waalaikum,"

“Have eaten Bi?” tanya Ummi approached her husband and looked at his place of eating.

“Alhamdulillah already, Mi”

“Oxygenya already released? Not crowded yet?” tanya Ummi was very attentive to her husband. At dawn, Abi Yusuf was still using oxygen.

“Alhamdulillah, meningan Mi..,” replied Abi.

Then Abi glanced at Rendi, looking at the clock.

Umi smiles with relief and then takes care of a change of clothes for Abi who she just brought from home.

“Bar..,” call Abi to Rendi. Well, Abi Yusuf and the hut people will call Rendi Gus Akbar.

“Ya Bah!” answer Rendi.

“It's Thursday right?”

“Ya Bah!”

“Tau Abah's schedule, Kasian Ahmad, he has taught in class. He also led the morning deliberation. Go home!” said Abi to collect Rendi's promise.

In addition to routine madrasah schools and routine studies, which are taught by ustad teachers, in the cottage there are many other activities.

There are skills activities for supplies, the students are also some religious activities outside the graduation target. As after the dawn prayer there are mujahadah, deliberation, speech latian, lessons outside the classroom there are many according to interest, then in a week there are 4 big lectures that all students gather at the mosque and there are still others.

And in this 4 times big gathering, Abi Yusuf was the one who filled directly. Abi asks Rendi to fill in at this moment.

The contents of the study can continue the book that Abi read, can talk about the latest cases that need to be conveyed how santri deal with it, or sholawat and prayer together.

“Ehm... Yes Bah!” replied Rendi obediently.

Ummi glanced a little and turned to her husband and son.

“Let Akbar help Abi temporarily, time at home to be unemployed in the hospital, wong Abi want to sleep, kok awaitedin, kan Mubadzir time his name!” abi Yusuf told Ummi.

Ummi smiled happily to hear it.

“Ya.. Abi, let Ummi who is waiting and caring, go home, help your sister yes. We can replace it later, you have not come home from yesterday, the holiday is still long right?” ermi replied in support of Rendi.

Rendi was increasingly unable to wiggle, and she was forced to only be able to nod.

"Yes Mi...Pshaw!" answer Rendi.

Rendi rushed back to her mother's father. Together with the santri who had taken Ummi, Rendi went home to Abinya's house.

The house is quite nice and large for the size in the area, but not as big as the house of Baba and Rendi in the Capital. The house where in the interval a few meters, there is a dormitory building and a large boarding school. That's where thousands of Santri at the level of MTS and MA live.

Arriving at home, Rendi went straight into his room, not a room as luxurious and large as the room in his private house. But this room, the room where she grew up, from little Rendi to teenage Rendi.

This room is also, the room that used to be occupied by Nila every Friday’at or madrasah holiday. And in this room, the only room still on display photos when they agreed.

“Huuft...” once in his room Rendi laid his body just straighten the spine.

3 Today, especially when Abi was still in the ICU room, Rendi really did not want to leave Abinya, faithfully waiting for Abinya stable until yesterday afternoon moved to an ordinary nursing room. Only now that Abi Yusuf had been expelled did he return to his parents' house.

When in fact, Rendi's plan, after her Abisnya was declared stable or improved, she will immediately return to work.

In Rendi's brain has lined up various agendas, papers that he must examine are also teaching materials that he will convey. But for the sake of his rightful Abinya at the number twoakan, Rendi was forced to give all that to her theme.

And of course, there was one face that kept haunting him, the little girl he had made crying. The young girl who had turned out to dare to answer his words, looked at him cynically with a face of anger and disappointment, the little girl he wanted to see smiled like when he was with his master.

Rendi then glanced at the photo displayed above her little bedroom nightstand. Photos that he said used to be laughable, Nila's face is still very innocent, innocent and very visible smell kencur.

“Ck...why does Ummi like to post this photo? I saved the last time I went home!” rummam Rendi's.

“Ah but let it be here. He's so different. Everything will be fine, right?” rummam Rendi's.

Then Rendi woke up and took her phone, instead of taking a quick shower and wearing cocoa came to the boarding school to fulfill her Abinya wishes, Rendi still had time to check the job report of her theme.

He is Santi's doctor, the same lecturer and graduate with Rendi, and he wants to help replace him.

Santi's doctor has sent many reports of Rendi's duties, which are ready to wait.

“Let my assistant correct it, it seems I am still a week here,” replied Rendi to Santi's doctor.

“More deeply? Sure you don't miss that little girl?” doctor Santi replied, teasing Rendi.

Apparently, Santi's doctor is one of the colleagues who is familiar with Rendi and the only one who Rendi gave a leak if he ever married Nila who is now a student. Even Rendi also asked Santi to watch over her.

Doctor Santi is a capable doctor and lecturer, sholehah, he is 4 years older than Rendi. She is a mother of 3 children. The first of his children was a teenager.

He is also the only colleague of Rendi who dared to vul gar lotus Rendi old bachelor and asked to get married immediately. That's why Rendi finally told me.

“He secure?” ask Rendi later.

“Does he still like close to Hanan?” ask Randy again.

“No, it's a different class!” doctor Santi replied.

Rendi smiled with relief. Apparently, the division of the Nila class has the intervention of Rendi.

“OK, alright!” answer Rendi.

Doctor Santi also replied to Rendi whastap with a smile emot and sent a photo of Nila when Nila joked with Dita, looking very sweet and natural. Nila is not like the Orange that many inherit Baba Ardi, her face is stucco.

Nila inherited a lot of Buna, a sweet, typical country boy, when smiling there are dimples. Yes, although his nose is more to Baba.

“Thanks Buuu...” replied Rendi to Santi's doctor who was like her brother.

Rendi again lay down her body while looking at the photo of Nila.

"Beautiful" muttered Rendi not tired of seeing, even she zoomed, then Rendi compared to the photo in her room, very different.

“The iddah time is still 2 months more right? I still have a fight?” muttered Rendi felt she still had plenty of time.

“Hah..bismillah ya Alloh. This time forgive me and help me!” inner Rendi.

Rendi got up and opened her closet, picked up her towel and prepared for the cottage.

After a while, now he has taken off his expensive shirt and changed into a simple cocoa and sarong.

Rendi walked across the street, into her father's boarding school that she had long left behind. It seems much more beautiful now. The magnificent Pesantren cottage, in a mountainous environment. Behind the fence of the cottage lay rolling hills, a comfortable place to study.

The spirit of the santri-santri began to sound, there was a class that was compact reciting the nadzoman memorization of the book and making Rendi who heard to be creepy. There was also a quiet class and a sound of ustad explained. There were classes where his teacher trained skills outside of religious materials. What is certain is that the atmosphere of the pesantren is different from that of the university.

Rendi smiled looking at him, actually not much fun from the adult campus. He also walked to the office of the teachers' ustad.

“Gus Akbar,” the senior santri who became managers and some ustad ustadzah also gossiped to see the arrival of Rendi.

****

On campus.

Nila and Dita were very excited to follow all the lecturers' explanations about their learning plans in the first semester.

Because only the first day they have not entered the material, just what material exposure they will achieve, as well as the schedule in the future per day, new material exposure, then prepare any books they should have as teaching materials and bibliography that accompanies students to study ahead.

And not miss the formation of a class organization. For the class organization, Celine became its class leader and Farel its representative. Told as secretary and treasurer Nila, for sexy in the contents of other friends. Nila herself also did not understand why she was chosen treasurer by her friends.

In addition to the formation of class organizations, class groups were also formed, so that automatically, Farel now has contact number Nila and vice versa.

At about 12:00, the lecture was over.

“We look for a book yuk!” invite Dita after the lecturer leaves and the student wants to go home.

Nila silently did not immediately reply, but glanced at the list of books she recorded.

“It looks like my brother has it! I asked my brother first, how?” answer Nila.

Although Nila is the son of a rich person, Nila still adheres to the principle of usefulness, as long as there is still something that can be used why not.

“Your sister's doctor?” ask Dita nyeletuk.

Nila then smiled, Mother, Brother, Budhe, Mr. Dhe and his grandfather was also a doctor, even had a large hospital and minister in the country.

“Daddy,” Reply Nila briefly.

“But that's for you, I don't have it yet, yes I bought it myself!” answer Dita.

“Yes I've done it, but I permission Babaku first yes!” said Nila.

“Ready!” answer Dita.

Nila immediately picked up her phone and sent Babanya a message.

Nila is not like an orange who is not good at asking for permission. Once Nila asked for permission, Baba Acc, because it explained where the direction went, along with whom for what reason mentioned the contract Nila would be the consequences of going home. Baba is so, it must be clear.

After getting permission, Nila and Dita went straight to the Bookstore she was headed to. This time they took public transport, they headed to the front stop of the campus. Nila and Dita do not know that there are pairs of eyes that pay attention to them.

“It looks like now, the time for start the game. I wonder what kind of girl you are?” muttered Farel still continued to be annoyed to Nila.

****

Elsewhere.

“This is really Rendi's address? How empty is it anyway? Did I come to college? But should he be home at this hour? Did I ask the complex security guard first?” vallen muttered in the car.

Apparently Vallen desperate to find the house Rendi, unfortunately 5 times Vallen came, the gate of the house Rendi always locked.

Vallen wanted to prove it while approaching Rendi. Who is Rendi's wife, is there any hope for her or not.

Vallen then visited the security guard of the Rendi housing complex.

“Excuse me Sir,” ask Vallen friendly.

“Yan, Non!”

“Home number 5 is actually the House of Mr Rendi Akbar Maulana? Who is a lecturer at the medical campus?” ask Vallen.

“Iya really, Non!”

“House is empty? If you can tell he's coming home from work what time it usually is?” ask Vallen.

“Oh yes, Mr. Rendi is not looking for a few days, usually he worshipers at dawn in the mosque complex here. But there are usually clean houses, ask them Non,” replied Satpam complex.

“Oh yes? Who Them?”

“She's Bu Siti the same Mr. Kardi, the other person, he holds the key to his house Mr. Rendi if not wrong,”

“Where can I find them?” ask Vallen again.

“Every morning their hour comes make clean-house!”

“Okay thanks Sir!” vallen smiled happily.

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Actually I want to write the name of the area, or campus, but I am afraid that if you say the name, there is my writing that is not suitable to offend or be massh. No matter what I call initial.it's up to you guys to imagine where.

About the Pesantren's life is also just a fantasy and a little knowledge of me. If misinterpreted. It's hayal.

Thanks though.

Anyway if you want me spirit, like comment and vote yes. If you don't like it you can go but don't hurt the writer or you're still a little star. I live enough. If there is a complaint or correction until it is polite and clear yes.