The Heart of Raisya

Not the Prince of horse riding

I still stared at the person holding the camera in front of me.

"What a handsome guy, Mom?" Bu Hesti's question broke my daydream.

"Ep... Yes, Madam. Watch out for the view, Mom! Kasian's at home."

"Haha... Miss Raisa could have! The one in the house of love dead. This one is just a pseudo shadow. Who is he, Mom? Is it possible that his son is Mr Rudi?" Miss Hesti whispered.

"Okay, I don't know either." Whisper returned.

"The kids enjoyed the view here, it was 30 minutes. So by 10 you should be back on the bus." Mr. Anton's been instructed.

We the teachers split with each direction, as well as the students who have groups or friends each. Me and Ms. Hesti sat on a park bench while browsing the Philosophy of Lord Shiva. As Oak Roni passed by, Miss Hesti greeted him.

" Roni sir, take a photo of us both dong!"

"Monggo ma'am, don't forget the jastip. Hahaha...."

"Seriously this, is that right sir?"

"No, ma'am, kidding. Let's get a picture!"

Mr. Roni took some pictures of us, with his commanding pose.

"Thank you, sir!" Say both of us.

"Yes ma'am, you're welcome. If it's so later I put in the school magazine."

"No, Sir! Shame, our fugitive face mah!" Said Ms. Hesti.

"Beautiful gini ngaku fugitive. Miss Hesti it's just nothing."

Mr. Roni left us both.

"Eh Sir.. Mr Roni!" Mrs Hesti stopped Mr. Roni's steps.

"What else is it, Mom? Still less pictures?"

"I'd like to ask you, sir. Who turned Mr. Roni into a photographer?"

"Wah Bu Hesti, change the name of the profession. That photographer! Masa' is a photographer! Builders all over mom. Hahaha..."

"Yes-yes, I'm sorry Sir! I'm looking for something that's easy to say. Hehe... Uh the question hasn't been answered, sir?"

"Oh that guy? why, Miss Hesti has a crush?"

"Sir, I was asked what the hell! If I have a crush, it means I'm normal, sir."

"Yes really, too... " Mister Roni scratched his bald head.

"That's Mr. Rudi's son, his name I forgot. If you want to know your own acquaintance, Mom! I'm going there first, Mom?"

"Good, Sir! Please!"

After the departure of Mr. Roni.

"It's true what I thought, Mom! That was Mr. Rudi's son. The teachers said very handsome. I'm so yes!"

"Yes what is it?"

"Agree if it's really handsome I mean Mom. Hehe..."

"Whose handsome is your candidate, ma'am?"

"Don't get me wrong, Mom! That one is second to none. Limited edition, black sweet. Haha... Just here for Mom, how?" Bu Hesti looked at me while pulling down her eyebrows.

"I'm self-conscious, Mom. Not necessarily he is still single and want to be the same me! hehe..."

It's 10 o'clock now, and all the students and teachers are starting to get on the bus. After this our destination to West Bali National Park. On the bus, some were asleep, some were snacking while watching TV. And there are also those who talk. Ms. Hesti and I enjoyed the potato chips and iced tea we bought outside Shiva Park.

Finally we arrived at West Bali National Park at exactly 10:30. We got off the bus and went inside. Here in addition to enjoying the beautiful scenery, we can add knowledge about the preservation of flora and fauna. One of the objectives of West Bali National Park is the protection of the Bali Starling population along with other ecosystems, such as coral reef ecosystems, mangrove ecosystems, coastal forest ecosystems, and, and lowland to mountainous forest ecosystems as life-supporting ecosystems are primarily intended to maintain the authenticity, wholeness and diversity of natural succession. There are about 160 species of animals and plants that are protected. Animals such as Bull, Deer, lutung, kalong and various birds. West Bali National Park is the last place to find Bali's only near-extinct endemic, the Bali Starling in its natural habitat.

We saw the animals here. Don't forget we took pictures. The kids were very enthusiastic about seeing and taking notes.

"It's cool, Mom?"

"Yes ma'am, kids can add insight here."

"Come Ma'am! We're going over there!" Ms. Hesti pointed to the mangrove forest in the park.

"Wait a minute, Mom! I think I want to go to the restroom."

"Me too, Mom. Then we go to the toilet first, huh?

"Come on Ma!"

We're heading for the toilet. After we finish shitting, we wash our face.

"Wear the powder first, Mom. The lipsticks add a little."Said Ms. Hesti.

"Should ya, Mom?"

"Must dong! Let it be fresh if you want another photo." I just responded with a smile.

We're out of the toilet. Suddenly my HP rang. I immediately took it from the bag.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Rai. Have you eaten, Rai?"

"Iya mi Wa'alaikum salam, Tadi Rai has breakfast."

"Thankfully, then, you like to forget to eat. Now where else?"

"This is our Bali National Park. Aba equals Ummi to be brought by-what?"

"By a ghost if there is."

"Hmm..begin! Yes, Rai wants the photos first, Ummi! Assalamu'alaikum."

Right now me and Ms. Hesti are taking pictures near the mangrove forest. The others also did not waste the chance of taking pictures here.

Think of it as a photo of Ms. Hesti, because Raisya never wears pants, yapi Skirt or robe.

Now we've gathered into each other's buses. It is time we continue our journey. We will have lunch at a restaurant close to Bali Strait Beach.

Arrive at a simple restaurant. We got off the bus to eat. The menu there was flattened, because we've been messaging by phone since yesterday.

"Mom, my wallet is missing, nothing. That feeling I brought." I said while looking for tisyu in the bag.

"Yes Mom, I saw myself getting into her bag. Probably fell in the bus."

"I'm done eating it. I'm back on the bus first, Mom. Find a wallet.

"Yes, I hope to see you."

I ran a little towards the bus. I unload the bag containing the snacks, I see under the chair-nothing. It does not contain much, but there is a KTP, SIM, and three ATM cards.

Oh Allah.. Where are you? The feeling was still in the bag.

I got out of the bus, and tried to search around.

"Sorry, are you looking for this?" Someone showed me the wallet.The sound made me look up.

"Ah yes, Alhamdulillah...." I took my wallet out of his hand."Thank you, if you'll know where you found it?"

"So in front of the toilet, time in Taman Nusantara." I was surprised to hear that.

"Oh yeah, maybe it fell when I took HP. Then how do you know if this is mine?"

"Bu Raisya Azkiya, Born July 6, Civil Servant's job, married status. Your ID is in it." He said with a smile.

"I'm sorry I was sassy to read the ID card, because I have to know the owner. Fortunately I can still recognize the photo on his ID. I wanted to return it immediately, but the time was very tight. The bus is leaving.

"Then I'm very grateful." I cupped my palms together.

"Try checking first, ma'am. Maybe something's missing."

"Alhamdulillah is complete, sir!Uh Brother. Sorry who should I call you?" Answer me with a smile.

"My name is Haris Dwi Ahmad, whatever you want to call me. The important thing is not to call, baby, ma'am. Her husband will be angry!"

"Deg"

Apparently she thinks I'm still married.

"Okay Haris, thank you again." I called out to Brother, because he seems to be older than me.

"It feels like you have another sister, if you call her Big Brother." He smiled again."Yes, you are equally, Mom. I'm back on the bus!"

Soon the children and teachers returned to the bus. And we continue the journey. I told Bu Hesti the incident.

"Oh his name is Haris huh, Mom? Cie cie.. Have an acquaintance!".

"What the hell, Mom! Just like that!."

At 1 pm we arrived at the Bali Strait Beach. Everyone enjoyed the sand and sea. Mr. Rudi ordered young coconuts for the teachers. We are currently at a beachfront shop. Mr. Rudi and his wife still look romantic at the age that is not young anymore.

"Sir Rudi so sweet huh, Mom?"

"Yes, Mom."

"I'm sure, his son will be the same as Mr. Rudi.

"Hem..begin."

"Eh uh the one who was talking came, Mom! Masyaallah.. handsome soul mate." Said Bu Hesti praising Haris, his eyes did not blink

"Oh yes Fathers and Mothers, there may be those who do not know my son. He has been abroad for 1 year, a few days ago he just came home. If you have been teaching for a long time, you may already know. This is Haris, my second son. He is 30 years old but still alone. Maybe someone wants to find a ghost for me. Or to be my ghost...

"Dad, how to say that, later thought our children did not do it." Ms. Rida, Mr. Rudi's wife mrnimpali. Haris simply smiled in response.

"Yes the name is also a business, Mom! Who knows, you can get the middleman soul mate from the teachers here. His Lha Haris asked to be sought, he said he had been looking for himself. He continued to be hurt." Said Mr. Rudi to his wife.

"Don't go far, sir, here the single is also there, directly japri only." Mr. Anton replied, and glanced at me and Ms. Hesti.

When looking ahead, my eyes met with the sight of Kak Haris. I immediately lowered my gaze.

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We are currently at Karang Sewu Beach. The organizers deliberately took this location for the last trip of the day, because it is close to the inn.We will enjoy the sunset here.

God is so beautiful in your creation.

"When a riding prince comes near, and takes me across the street. Ah.. It's what it is, Mom."

"Well, Mom?" Someone's voice surprised me. Why is this sound always ringing in the ears. I had heard this voice at the time, but had forgotten the time and place.

"Sister Haris?"I turned to the side, I didn't realize that Miss Westi was no longer beside me.

"Yes me, Haris. Not the riding prince." He smiled widely.

Seriate......

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Sorry if I am not satisfied with the story. In this oart more knowledge yes brother. The author is tired again, nget nget. understand if there is still a typo yes.

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