The Heart of Raisya
On the Way Bali
Two years passed. I am 26 years old this month. I am grateful that as I get older, I become a more mature person in thinking. Six years have passed since I got married and divorced. Four years have passed since I knew him and ended up with Mas Andi. Three years have passed since Mas Faisal and I separated. They are happy with their lives. The Word with his wife and both of his children. Septi is fully healed, now pregnant with a third child. Mas Andi and Laras will soon have a second child. Faisal was waiting for the birth of his first child.
Sofi who is still keukeh prevents pregnancy because she thinks Zie is still a child to have a sister. Zie is almost four years old. I started attending PAUD school.
I am still at home, with my busy teaching. A year ago, I was accepted into the Public Service one year ago, after taking the CPNS test. I didn't teach in the old school. Because after SK came out, I was transferred to SMPN 2.
I just found out when I was about to move tasks, if the person who often sent me chocolates was Mr. Handrik. Oak Handrik was in the morning at the office
FLASH BACK ON
I came too early to school, because I was going to take care of my files from the old school to the Education Service. The school is still quiet there are only gardeners and Oak security guards. When I was about to enter the office, I was surprised by the figure of the man I had always suspected. Mr. Han, who is currently sitting in my chair. Not wanting to delay the opportunity, I finally ventured to approach her.
"Sorry, Mr Han! What are you looking for at my desk?" Surprised, Mr. Han immediately stood up from my seat.
"Pardon-sorry, Mom. I'm looking for steps. I think Miss Raisya has."
"That's Dad's Chocolate?" I'm straight to the point. And take the chocolate on the table with the piece of paper.
Mr. Han scratched his non-itchy nape. "E.uh.sa-me."
"Not to find an excuse, sir! Sorry, I asked you nicely. Are you the one who loves chocolate secretly?" I asked by hiding the groggy taste.
"Yes Mom, right! I am the loving. Sorry if Ms. Raisya is disturbed."
"Sorry sir, actually I'm glad to be given chocolate. But I am confused by what you mean. If you want to give me a word, sir. Don't hide. I'll gladly accept it, but I'm sorry sir! Not with a specific intent."
"Mom, I have loved Mom for a long time. But I don't have the courage. Because I am minimal religion is inferior if close to Mom. Ms. Raisya is one of the women I want, and entered the criteria for a sholeha wife." He said to the point.
"Sorry sir, maybe you will change your mind when you know my true status."
"You mean Raisya?" He asked with curiosity.
"Sorry sir, I am a widow. Married five years ago." Mr. Han looked up to hear my statement. Let them know the truth. "Body's surprised, right? Perhaps after knowing this you will think ten times to still crave me."
"Mom Raisya is joking? No one knows about this!"
"I like to joke when I'm joking, sir. But this time I was serious. Sorry sir I'm here to collect some files, so may I sit in my chair?" Mr. Han shifted his body and moved from where he stood.
"Oh yes, thank you for the chocolate sir. And this is your chocolate this time I return it yes. Karen la that was yesterday still there." I gave the chocolate to him. Mr. Han accepted it.
"Yes, you're the same, ma'am." Mr. Han walked probably his chair with a curve. Soon a few teachers arrived.
It's hard to find someone who doesn't care about our past. It's hard to find someone who won't look at our status. Sometimes people accept our past, but not their families. Sometimes someone can accept our status, but still bring it up.
Will there be someone who is sincere and can accept all my past?
FLASH BACK OFF
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This time I developed my skills in the field of business. Just a few months ago I opened a boutique in Abi's empty shop. It is not far from the Ummi store. I sell Muslim clothes and hijab. Not to forget I equipped with some accessories such as brooches, hijab earrings, and headpiece.I who really like arts and crafts, stringing myself some accessories in my shop. All that I do in the middle of the leisure time during school holidays. I hired two employees at the boutique.
I ignore the scorn of people who say "Free success if you don't have a partner yet. Free success if still not able to mate. Success if you fail to make a household." And so much more they talk about behind my back.
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This time my status at school was already known by all parties. They already know that my identity is married. Because my personal data and ID card have been updated for the purpose of validation to Diknas. Many thought I was still married, but some knew I was divorced. I don't care about that. Most importantly, my job was well done, and they were able to receive me well in their environment.
Today I will go on a recreation trip with the 9th grade teachers and students who were declared to graduate this year. In addition to the farewell with the 9th grade student, this would also be a farewell with Mr. Rudi. Because he will be full of duty or retirement. This time we went to Bali. This is my first year of recreation at school. Teachers are rationed to bring one family, if they want to add must pay for themselves. This time I didn't bring anyone. I made a pact with Ms. Hesti not to bring anyone in because we were still single. Bu Hesti is one of the Indonesian teachers who just entered this school one year ago. She is 23 years old, she already has a boyfriend and is getting engaged. The school does not allow anyone to bring in other than family
At 7 after Isha' prayer we had to gather at the school. The headmaster deliberately scheduled to leave for the night, so that tomorrow morning we could get there. Three buses are ready in front of the school gate. The children started to come in and sit in their seats. In total there were 180 passengers, both students and teachers and the principal.
When everything was ready, the bus finally arrived.
Mr. Anton stepped forward and took the mic to make an announcement.
"Kids don't forget to read the do'a! When you get to the ship, you can get off. But you have to report to the teacher! Understood?"
"Yes sir, understand!" Answer them simultaneously.
Along the way, me and Ms. Hesti told me. Me and Ms. Nesti are pretty familiar like I was with Sofi. I consider him like my own brother. We chatted while eating the popcorn snacks we brought. There were some food and soft drinks that we brought with us.
"Mom, he said Mr. Rudi brought his wife and son also Lho."
"Oh yeah? I didn't hear you, Mom?"
"Bu Raisya doesn't update anyway!"
"Yes, Mom. I'm kudet, hehe...."
"Mom, his son Mr. Rudi Hansome said! He said, I don't know either."
"Lha, why ma'am?"
"Still single too."
"Well, what does this have to do with me, Mom?"
"Once again, I'm hooked. Hahaha..."
"Your clothesline, ma'am. This mother is just there." My answer.
"Mom is no longer noisy, it seems to have gone to sleep. Come Ma! we're sleeping too." Said Ms. Hesti.
"Yes, Mom. Let's try the brushes. Who knows if you can get good!"
We closed our eyes, hoping to sleep well.
Our bus is already on board. I saw that Miss Hesti was asleep. I want to go downstairs because I want to go to the toilet. Actually there's on the bus, but I'm not used to it. I finally got off without waking Ms. Nesti.
I walked as directed, it turns out that the toilet is on the 2nd floor. There were a lot of passengers on the ship. Because I hurriedly wanted to go to the bathroom I did not focus on looking at the writing. I almost got into the men's room. As I was about to hold the hadle I was shocked by the open door, and the one that came out was a man I saw very handsome at first glance. I immediately lowered my gaze and took one step back.
"You, you're looking for someone?" Ask the man
"degs"
This voice.... It seems like I've heard it, but where?
"E-e sorry, I got the wrong door."
Resisting the embarrassment, I immediately ran into the small toilet of the woman next door.
Seriate.......
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Kepoin part next brother.
Always accept support yes
See you again
