Husband's Regret: I'm Not a Little Child
For real

Rendi was still silently pecking at the dining table in the house that she bought from her own hard work and sweat. Nila's words really ripped her heart, but Rendi still did not understand what made her feel tight and sick. 

Rendi did not move and just kept thinking where it was wrong. 

“Why is she crying? Should I be angry? Am I the one who was hurt? Is that true? What's my fault?” rummam Rendi's. 

In contrast to Rendi, Nila who three years fostered longing with hope and prejudice, but was greeted with painful reality in a row, immediately moved quickly to pack his goods. 

Although not yet heard the word divorce pronounced by Rendi but Rendi's answer and Rendi's attitude, Nila means as a justification of what he thinks that what he heard from Ummi's conversation about the intention of divorce is true. 

Nila had missed Bunanya so much, she sacrificed her time first following her in-laws and husband, but all she could was a painful justification. Rendi had also come out said, just go home. 

“Now?” jingga asked in shock Nila called her sister asking to be picked up. 

“Kak Amer and Kak Ikun are busy huh? can I pick you up?” ask Nila. 

“Wait for you well right?” tanya Orange is suspicious. In the Nila family, the only person who knows the intention of Rendi marrying Nila is not good only Orange. The only person who opposed Nila's marriage was also Orange. 

Moreover, Orange who always glorified her husband certainly felt very strange, the nights her sister at her husband's house asked to pick her up. 

“Good, Brother!” answer Nila. 

“Lying you, yes already Brother there, coincidentally Brother again same Bu Ida has not reached home!” answer Orange. 

“Yes Brother!” 

Nila put the phone down. 

“I am not disobedient and sinful right? I've been trying to finish well, but Mas Rendi didn't prevent me from leaving and said pretentious to just go home. Okay I'll just go home!” batin Nila prepare. 

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Hose bberapa seconds, the doorbell of the house Rendi sounded. 

“You!” pekik Rendi was surprised, a pregnant woman with a pasmina hijab was right in front of her. “Ehm...,” dehem Rendi misbehaved if faced with Orange, the meeting that once occupied the niches of his heart. 

While the Orange had its mouth locked tightly and the look in its eyes implied anger. 

“Where is my sister?” ask orange and dare.

“Can be a little polite right? Is this the manners of the eldest daughter of the Gunawijaya family?" replied Rendi did not want to lose being treated badly

Orange then smiled.

"Remember it sir. If my sister cries because of you. You will face me. If you hurt me through my brother, it can't!" said Jingga again considering the threat of Rendi first.

The smile back.

"How much have you changed?" answer Rendi briefly.

"Where's my sister? Your real face will soon be exposed, sir. You'll regret trying to play with my family!" jingga said again threatening.

Rendi was still just silent not responding to the Orange.

"Sister!" pekik Nila was already behind Rendi carrying a suitcase.

Orange and Rendi looked over.

Orange no longer responded to Rendi and immediately stepped in without caring for Rendi.

"Let's go home!" jinga attracts Nila.

While Rendi was stunned by no means had thought that the real Nila was willing to leave