The Heart of Raisya

Secret admirer

A year passed so quickly. I am faithful in my solitude. It's not that I don't want to open my heart, but right now I haven't linked my heart to anyone. There were some men who approached me, but in fact I was not interested. Among them are doctors, PNS, Entrepreneurs, and even a Bank Manager. But it's not the profession I'm looking for, it's a heart match. I know from some people who approached, there must have been some interference from my family. Whether it's my parents, my sister, even Ms. Rindi. But I pretended not to know. Let them do what they think is good. I understand, they want to give their best for me. Although they do it secretly, but the eyes of my heart cannot be lied to. I am very sensitive to what is in front of me.

One week ago Sofi was graduated. She was a semester late because she had taken maternity leave. Even so, Sofi was not willing to work. Irfan did not forbid it. She prefers to be a housewife and helps her husband's efforts. She also wants to fully care for and see Baby Zie grow. Baby Zie is two years old and funny. Can walk and talk even though it is still slurred.

The life I'm living may be a bit difficult, and not as smooth as Sofi's. Our sustenance is arranged and divided in such a way. It is not good to compare our lives with others. And I'm pretty sure after it rains there'll be a rainbow. I don't know when the rainbow will come.

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I am currently at school. We're doing a 9th grader graduation and a class upgrade. The event was held Saturday morning at the school grounds. In addition to 9th grade graduation, there is an art stage and also the distribution of prizes for outstanding students and competitions held by the school during class meetings.

"For the division of the 8B class ranking, we ask Ms. Raisya Azkiya, Spd. to give a gift." Said Mr. Han as the host.

I also went on stage, accompanied by Mr. Gunawan who brought gifts. It did not escape the review of the teachers. They are still not afraid to match us.

"The stage is together, Mr. Gun! When to ride the leash?" Said Mr. Sapto as we got off the stage.

"If Ms. Raisya yes, now you can too, sir!" Answer Mr. Gunawan

"If you don't tell the guy, it won't be yes-yes, sir!" I just smiled at their jokes.

"Don't take heart, Mom. They're just kidding." Said Mr. Gunawan to me.

"Just calm down, sir. I am immune." I replied with a smile.

"But if my mother's heart is taken, how?" Canda Pak Gun's.

"No need to be like Ridwan sir! Or maybe Ridwan learned to race to the Father?"

"Hahaha, it could be this mother."

Event after event has been held. At this time the student, who took pictures with his family and friends respectively.We also took pictures brsama for mementos. Some students asked to take pictures with me. Including Ridwan, the boy was indeed rancid. But it always makes me smile.

"Sorry mom can I have a photo with Mom?

"Yes can."

"But this is the picture is not using a blue background, ma'am. Because I'm not old enough to marry you." Ridwan

"Huu... You are Wan! Hahaha..." Doni who was asked to take a picture of us laughed at Ridwan's words.

"Another effort, Don! Ma'am don't forget me even though I'm not in my class?" I smiled hearing both of them.

"Yes Wan, you are still in this school. Come on, so isn't this? If not, go to the hall!"

"So so, Mom! Go, Don! Photographs, that's good! Let me tell my mom later, if this is a photo of her former candidate." Said Ridwan with his style of rancid.

"Your mother's ear jewer, want Wan?" My canda.

"Eh, not Mom! Sorry Mom, I was just kidding. Let me not be tired, hehe..."

We the council of teachers are currently gathered in the hall to eat together. There are a few menus served. After eating we cleaned everything up.

After that I prepared to go home. But while on the way, my motorcycle tyre deflated. I stopped on a pretty quiet road. Suddenly a motorcyclist approached me. And it turns out it was Mr. Handrik.

"Why, Mom?"

"Oh, this is my flat tire sir."

"In front of about one kilo meter again there is a tire stump, ma'am. Maybe it could add more wind there."

"Oh, yes then let me just wear it, sir! Maybe it's still possible if it's only a kilo meter."

"Don't, Mom danger! Tell you what, I'll lead Mom's bike. Mom put on my bike, wait for me there later.

"No, Oak! Let me lead you then. I just continue to go home. I'm it's okay.

"Can't be so ma'am. Tell you what, Mom got on the bike, I'm supposed to help push with her feet from the side."

"God not! Because the road here is deserted as long as it moves away from the road."

"Okay sir, then. Thanks in advance."

"Yes ma'am." Mr. Han started to turn on the motor. And push my bike with his feet."

Not long after that, we reached the tire.

"Bang, let's get some wind!" Pan Han said to the owner of the tire stye."

"Ready, Master!"

After the tires are pumped, I'm about to pay. But Mr. Han has preceded me.

"Thank you, Bang."

"Together, Master! By the way this one is prettier than the one at the time." The tire patchworker's whisper, to Mr. Han. But I heard, because I was not far from them.

"Si Brother! Could be! This one's hard to get!" Reply Mr. Han.

"Haha... effort, Master! You can definitely!"

"Already, Bang! Excuse me first."

"Emmm.. Mr. Han, thank you again, sir!"

"Yes, Mom! You welcome. Let's get Bu on his way."

"Yes sir, be careful."

"Mother too."

We went back to each other.

At home I cleaned myself up, and rested in bed. Because I have two days off from praying because the month comes.

I just remembered a few days ago, there was chocolate on my desk at the school office. With a small piece of paper that says "For Bu Raisya." I was embarrassed to ask Miss Lilik or something. Fear of being slandered, or of unprofitable gossip. But I was curious, because today I got it on my desk again. With the same chocolate and the same writing. I really like chocolate, so by saying the name of God I keep eating chocolate without knowing who is giving.

I opened the bag I was carrying to school. This time I was looking at the chocolate in my hand, and a small piece of paper with the exact same writing. I remember whose writing it was.

Yes, my student? When did they get into the office? Or maybe a secret admirer? Ah.. just like in soap operas.

There's a notification on my HP, when I see a message. Turns out Mr. Handrik's number. I know because I just checked in the teacher's chat group. I never kept the teacher's number except for the principal, TU and the female teacher. Because of the school information we will be able to in the teacher chat group. Except for personal matters.

Mr. Handrik asked me if I had reached home. Because I'm worried my tires are flat again. I reply with what is.

After graduation, and the acceptance of the report for the 8th and 9th grades of the school is a two-week holiday. Of course it will be my long sleep day. I will spend more time in my room.

"Rai, tomorrow we go home to your grandmother! You don't forget the day after the result your brother. Sofi and Irfan are also coming home tomorrow." Umii reminded me of us at dinner.

"Yes, Ummi."

I just remembered, the day after tomorrow was my grandfather's haul or the anniversary of my grandfather's death. We memoeringati according to the hijriyah not masehi. Usually we will go home to Grandma's house to hold small celebrations there.

Immediately I sent a message to Fifi, that tomorrow I will go home. Fifi now has a 3-month-old baby. She was pregnant when one year ago her husband came home. I haven't been able to see the baby yet, because of my busy life.

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I'm sorry if the bosenin story is yes sis, but I make the story as supernatural as possible. Because this story is not inspired from other people's stories but from my own ideas.

Thank you for always supporting my work.

See you again....