The Heart of Raisya

who exactly

The school holidays are over, already one week the school began to be active again.

Right now at the first hour, I'm teaching class 7A. New students this year are fewer than last year.so it is only divided into four classes. In the same spirit as in the previous days I gave an easy to understand explanation to the students.

"Team"

"Team"

"Team"

The sound of the first break bell rang. Students are out of class. They were like the arrival of Goddess Fortuna upon hearing the break bell. I went back to the office. Inside the office were several teachers of pliers already sitting in their respective seats. On my desk, I found another chocolate and a piece of paper. Usually closed book or map, but this time left alone. Miss Lilik suddenly came behind me and sat down in her chair which was right next to mine.

"What is that, Mom?"

"Ah. i-it's Mom, Chocolate."

"It looks like it's from someone huh, Mom? How is everything said! Or is it Raisya Ma'am who wants to give people?"

"Not really, Mom. I found it on the table."

"Let me see, Mom!" Ms. Lilik Sontak picked up that piece of paper.

"Oh. This is for you, Miss Raisya!" I pretended not to know. Although this is actually the third time.

"Yes, Mom."

"But there's no sender's name, who is it?"

"I don't know either, Mom. Sorry, please don't tell the others. I'm afraid to be a gossip."

"Bu Raisya take it easy, I'm not a bucket. But who is this to give? I think Miss Raisya has a secret admirer. Hehe...."

"Emm... Maybe you know with this writing, whose writing is that?"

"I don't write people, Mom. Maybe not if the brown teacher who is single here?"

"I mean, Mother?"

"Yes, who knows, Mom! Mr. Han may, or Mr. Gun. Or a new teacher, Mr. Ilyas. hehe..."

"Come, Ma. I don't want to guess. But I'll check the children's writing. Probably, one of them."

"Well, Miss Raisya, this turns out to have a lot of fans."

"Not an artist, Mom. Here's the chocolate for Mom, give it to her son.

"What's right, Mom? Watch out for nyesel!"

"Yes, Mom I'm serious."

Not long after that the bell rang. It feels so short that it's time to rest. When it comes to entering it feels so long. Maybe that was what the students felt.

I went up to the top class, 9B class. The second hour I teach this class, Ridwan's class.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations."All students answered.

"Who is studying Mathematics today?"

"Ready mom..."

"All right, I'll start today's material."

As they worked on the example I walked back, monitoring their work. I rode to their seats.

Arriving at Ridwan's bench, I deliberately stopped. I picked up an English notebook on the bench.

"Can, Wan?"

"Can, Mom which is this formula. Number 2 is still confused, ma'am." I explained back to Ridwan and was listened to by others.

I opened the English, English book that was in my hand. "Wan, I'll borrow the book for a second, okay?"

"Yes, Mom."

I went back to the teacher's desk. I took out a piece of paper from my uniform bag.I matched the writing in Ridwan's book with that paper. And it turned out to be very much different. Means it wasn't Ridwan who sent the chocolate.

Who is that chocolate from? Is there any truth that Miss Lilik said earlier?

I called Ridwan and returned the book.

"Thank you, Wan!"

"Yes, Mom, you're the same. Sorry, Mom! What are you looking for in my book?"

"Just want to see your writing, it's neat yet." I said, lying.

"Oh... Yeah, I guess I'm looking for our anniversary date ma'am. Hehe...."

"The details aren't saying yes! ninth grade is the same! Don't learn to fight, Wan! Read textbooks, find references! Watch out for not graduating."

"Yes-yes, Mom. Don't be rude, ma'am. I don't deserve to be so bad."

"Back on your bench, Wan."

"Ready, Mom." Ridwan immediately walked quickly to his stool.

"It's all over, kids?

"There's still nothing, Mom."

"Mom wait five more minutes. Because the second break is ten minutes away."

"Yes buuu..."

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It's time to go home to school.

I've been getting ready to go home, and tidying up the books and some stuff from my desk. After that I headed to the parking lot. Kuperilsa my motorcycle tyre, for fear of deflating like that time. Once I felt safe, I boarded it and started to go home.

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The next day, as I was still curious about the person who sent me the chocolate, I tried to investigate. During the break, I pretended to be out of class.

"Not many, yes! I'm gonna go out to the toilet for a second."

"Well, Mother...."

I went to the office. As I was about to go inside, I saw Mr. Han in the office. He has a teaching schedule in 9th grade. I paused my intention to enter the office, and walked towards the teacher's toilet which was on the side of the office. After I felt I was hiding enough, I went out and went into the office. The one who is currently there is the headmaster.

" Good morning, Miss Raisya. No classes, Mom?"

"There, Sir. But I have to pick up something that's left behind at my desk."

"Oh yes, Mom. Please take it first."

After pretending to pick up the map on my desk, I walked out of the office and entered the classroom again. Inside the map I was holding, there was chocolate and another piece of paper. I ignored it first, because it was time to explain the formula to the students.

There was Mr. Han in the office, could he be the one who loved this chocolate? C'mon Rai! Don't be dizzy. Whoever he is, he's probably just a prankster. Focus Rai! Kasian. My mind is in my heart.

I stood up and explained on the board. Due to lack of focus, I stammered.

"Mom Raisya, what's the matter?" Ask one of the students her name is Eka.

"Mom's okay, come on who wants to ask again?

Teaching and learning is over today. I went home and hurriedly opened the paper.

For Bu Raisya

...I've been watching you for a long time......

...But I don't have the courage to approach you....

...You're too perfect to have...

...Let me be your admirer....

...Seeing your smile is enough for me....

I still watch the writing on the paper

that's. This time it was longer.

Is it possible that I ask Mr. Han directly? But if it wasn't him, I would be ashamed. If that's him, then I have to say. Huft.

"Raishya...." Ummi's voice roused me from the daydream.

"Yes Ummi.."

"This is Rindi."

I immediately put on my hijab and walked out of the room.

"Rin aunty stay first yes, want mijitin Abinya Rai, pegel said."

"Yes, Aunt."

"Hey Baby Alif.... Aunt's nephew's handsome." Alif is the twin sister who is now one year old.

"Rai, you're home! Go to my house!"

"Males, Ma'am! You end up being known as his friend Mas Rendy."

"That's so pede!"

"Lha, yes! I don't know your wits!"

"Hem.yeah, you can't be fooled!

"We just want to see you happy, Rai! You have to find the right person." Mas Rendy chimed.

"Yes, Rai understands. You guys are the best! The twins weren't taken?"

"Again les, so we stay."

"Ep... Rai, this is an invitation." Rendy said hesitantly.

"Who are you from, Mom?"

"Ikl." The answer was short, it seemed like they were very afraid to see me disappointed. I accepted the invitation.

"Alhamdulillah, finally Mas Ical met his soul mate, Mas? May you mate until the afterlife."

"Ical didn't really expect you to come, Rai. But he doesn't want you to hear this news from anyone else. That's why he left it to me. He also sends you greetings."

"I might not be able to come, Mom. But I'll drop the gift. Not because I haven't been able to move on, but just anticipate. I'm afraid something unwanted is happening."

"Yes Rai, we understand."

"Oh yeah I have chocolate, I'll take it for a second."

After taking it from the room, I gave the chocolate to Alif's hand.

"Still, Auntie.", Ms. Rindi's speech mimicked the voice of a child.

"Beloved together. By the way, which guy is Mas Ical, Mas?

"The Javanese, are still distant brothers with their mother" he said."

"Stupid, Mom?"

"It was originally just known, and there's a match so it goes on."

"Thank God, say hello back to me for him. I'm sorry I did block the number, it's for our good."

"Yes, we'll tell you, Rai. Come on Ma, let's go home! The twins are soon done with the lessons."

"Yes, Pa. We go home first, Rai. This is me bringing you as good as."

"Thank you, you've bothered to buy everything, Hehe..."

"Yes alike. Yeah, I told Auntie, I'll go home first. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

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Who is Raisya's secret admirer?

Author also confused nih😁

Raisya met his long-time soul mate huh, sister? Calm down, you will meet again. I think the story is author! His wedding is 28, so confide right? But Raisya will meet his soul mate at the age of 26, is the author short?

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