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

"Hey...!" call Dita pat Nila on the shoulder.

"Huh..yes!" nila replied in shock.

"Liatin what the hell?" ask Dita wonder

"Ehm..," dehem Nila wavered and smiled, "Look at nothing!" replied Nila grinning.

Hearing Nila's answer, Dita did not believe and shared the surrounding view, but in front of the mosque foyer, only then passing fellow students and some workers. Nothing special according to Dita. Dita turned back to Nila.

"Every time you come here, your face looks restless and dreamy? What the hell are you?" ask Dita at last.

Although often plain, but in fact Dita people are smart and titen (javanese which means to remember every thing or detail).

Yes, they have been in college for almost a month every afternoon lecture and pray ashar prayers in the mosque, Nila is often a Rendi.

"Not what!" nila replied still wanting to hide her problem.

"Yes, come on. You said before Maghrib you should go home. So right?" tanya Dita invites Nila to come home immediately do not want to dig deeper.

"Corn!" answer Nila.

"Lets go!"

They both rushed, got up wearing shoes tightened the handle of his backpack, set foot to the bus stop in front of the campus.

As time went by, Baba really entrusted Nila to be an independent student and was willing to give up all the privileges as a rich man's son.

Not just once, but several times already, if there was a group task, Nila left without a driver or bodyguard. Because Dita kos, none of their friends would prefer to do it in Dita kos. Even so, often the driver or Baba himself who picked up when it was finished, that's why Baba already believed Dita.

Nila increasingly enjoy the journey that only uses the city bus after that ride a rickshaw, or bajai or walk through a small road, because the boarding Dita rather entered from the city center.

If you are not tired, you prefer to walk. But if the weather is hot and tired they choose a motorcycle rickshaw or clothes. That day they decided to go up in clothes. And when passing a road on the edge of the river, Nila's focus was diverted, by someone.

“That's Farel? Is he the son of a rich man? What's in a place like this?” muttered Nila saw Farel.

“What's Nile?” tanya Dita because Nila kept looking out.

“That's Farel not anyway?” said Nila pointed to him when she saw Farel, Dita also tried to see, but unfortunately the car has turned, so Dita did not see it.

“Not ah... You thought of Farel times,” replied Dita.

“For what I think of it, it's really Farel,” replied Nila did not accept,

“Yes maybe, uh but yeah maybe? The area said localization area!” answer Dita later.

“What? What did you say?” ask Nila in shock.

“Sssstt... do not need to be hard, the house on the edge of the river that we passed earlier, it is said that there are many places that women are so willing!” dita whisky.

“Astaghfirulloh,” replied Nila stroking chest.

Nila turned back to the street she was on.

“Times anyway?” inner Nila, for some reason, according to Nila, although Farel was naughty, but there was no look Farel doyan there in such a place, “Aih, astaghfirulloh, why do I think of him, he said, he is that or not that it is none of my business, Nila's inner” then forget about Farel.

Not long after they get to the fork in the road as intended, Dita. They went down, then walked for a while into the alley.

Kosan Dita turned out to be quite beautiful even though small. Dita also lives alone. Nila also immediately likes and immediately executes their work and plans.

****

The Bamboo Shade.

“Umiii.., Umiii.” call Rendi looking for Uminyya.

“Ya, what's up?” ''' Ummi replied with gentleness.

One month Rendi lived in a cottage and one house with her mother, Rendi returned to being a child, although old and used to be independent, but in front of Mother and Father, Rendi remained a child.

“Mi... This is why the perfume of his clothes is different? Rendi prefers the previous fragrance,” said Rendi complained to her mother, like a child.

“Hmmm...,” Ummi who was sad in the reading room just cleared his throat and fixed his glasses.

Rendi became upset seeing her mother's response.

“Please tell her, to her mom Mi... tell her to buy the perfume yesterday! Joints suma perfume laundry yesterday do not replace!” said Rendi again.

Rendi now stay longer, so changing clothes is not like the usual that only change one shirt, leave his dirty clothes and arbitrarily return to the Capital.

Now every day change, until the pile of clothes Rendi he had used all and changed. And Rendi protested when her perfume was different.

Ummi then marked up where he read and closed his mushaf, also taking off his glasses and looking at Rendi. The joints that are stared at are so wrong.

“You like the fragrance of your previous clothes perfume?” tanya Ummi was firm and slow.

“Iya. This is now different, Rendi fits the same fragrance as before, fresh and fragrant, tell Mbak nyuci, do not replace Mi!” answer Rendi again.

“Mbak nyuci no one knows the same fragrance of your clothes where to buy,” replied Ummi later.

Rendi also glared at hearing the word Umminya.

“Lha really so, yes just do not change, which is usually aja!” answer Rendi again.

“They're changing because they didn't have the fragrance of yesterday's clothes?"

"Because of the fragrance of clothes that usually only Nila knows where to buy? What's name? Only Nila knows!” answer Ummi.

"Gleg..," Rendi momentarily fell silent. “Nila?” tanya Rendi made sure..

“Yes who do you think would dare to enter your room, other than Ummi and your wife? Also cleaning the clothes in you?” ask Ummi plainly.

At once, hearing Ummi's words, Rendi immediately misbehaved, even her face red.

“Not Rumi's symbol, or shoot Umii?” asked Rendi grinning.

“Hmmm.. mbok Rumi is old, since there is Nila, Mbok only helped cook the same mbak-mbak picket ndalem. Nila will go home every Friday’at. Yes, anyone dared to go into your room after knowing you have a wife!” answer Ummi again.

“Ehm...,” Rendi instantly embarrassed to hear the word Ummi. Rendi could not say any more words and returned to the room. Nila was washing and cleaning her underwear all this time.

Arriving in the room, Rendi immediately sat down, closed her eyes, her hand grabbed the pillow and bolsters that were nearby, although not with the mattress and pillow bolsters she had shared with Nila.

Nila's diary is not just a series of words. More than that, the writing is only a few stories that represent how unrequited waiting and devotion Nila.

The rendition also woken up. Nila has played her duty as a wife as best as she can, as she can do, devoted to Rendi's parents, leaving all the luxuries of her parents.

Nila is also the representative of the name of Rendi at every family event. Nila also at the end of the month always waiting for his return, preparing food on a normal day Rendi should go home, Nila hopes to meet even if only greeted.

Unfortunately, every time Nila went home to Ummi, Rendi did not come. Rendi came home every time Nila was at school, when Nila ran home after being told, she only met with dirty clothes and envelopes that she said were living, there were no riindu greetings or warm greetings, she said, especially the affection.

That's all Nila was happy, because her heart always believed, Rendi did that because she fulfilled her Babanya promise, not touching Nila before Nila graduated.

But unfortunately the belief was destroyed when Grandma told me that Rendi did not admit it.

“I'm sorry,” muttered Rendi now feel how Baba and Nila hate her so much.

Rendi then turned to the photo on the nightstand.

“Our Iddah time is still 1 month away, Nila. I still have a chance, right before we're really legally divorced?” gumam Rendi. “I have to come back soon,” muttered Rendi then Rendi grabbed a makeshift sheath even though the fragrance of clothes she did not like. Rendi rushed out of the room.

“Where are you Ren?” tanya Ummi saw Rendi the road hastily.

“Ke cottage Ummi,”

“Eat first!” say Ummi again.

“Emang Abah at home?” rendi answered, asking.

“Yes, if it's this hour Abah again in the mosque!” answer Ummi.

“Eat later, Ummi!” answered Rendi then rushed to the cottage.

Ummi just noticed and raised his eyes while sighing. Ummi never saw Rendi, leaving for the cottage as hastily as so.

“Did he start and want to teach? Or even he wants to go back to the Capital?” mummy Ummi. “May You give my son your resolve, O God, give him a hint. If I may ask, I want him to stay, I am very happy if he wants to come back here, stay here,” Ummi murmured in his heart.

Ummi again put on his glasses, reopened his mushaf and returned to murajaah.

****

Arriving at the cottage, Rendi immediately ran to the mosque. Already 3 days, after routinely taking drugs and morning walking sports, also Rendi forbid his aabinya smoking, now Abah Rendi returned to the cottage, meeting with the students and his oustad. Rendi was breathing quietly.

Unfortunately when 3 days ago permission to return to the Capital, Abi Yusuf still gave one task to Rendi. Actually the task is very light, only asked to plant grapes in the back of the house. But Rendi should not leave until the tree grows marked by new leaves, I don't know what it means.

In front of the pulpit, the gloved and sacrificial old man was seen sitting cross-legged with a book open in front of him. Apparently now the time Abah filled the study of the book, to be able to talk to Abinya, Rendi had to wait another 2 hours. Rendi also glanced at the clock, today there is Nila's lecture hour is finished, but Santi's doctor has not reported. He also remembered tomorrow there was also a schedule of his courses in Nila class.

Rendi also took the initiative to take over the duties of Santi's doctor.

“Come on Bah, let me go back to the city…. How can I bring Nila back if I never approach her?” muttered Rendi hurriedly and glanced at Abinya.

Rendi then decided, turning to the house making sure of her vine. Earlier this morning when he flush his chin was not withered, and at that moment his smile was broken, although still curved, the buds of new leaves had appeared. He was also excited.

Rendi then immediately pack first and after ready will leave to Abah.

****

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