The Heart of Raisya

There's a longing

Abah and I are on our way home. I sat down at the wheel.

"Where, Rai? Happy holiday?"

"Alhamdulillah, Bah. Glad to be mixed with sadness."

"Now, why?"

"Yes, because you want to separate from the principal."

"Oh... I thought you were sad because someone missed you."

"What, Bah?"

"No, it's nothing..." She smiled and refocused on driving the car.

"Son Haris is a teacher at your school too, Rai?

"No, Bah. Haris's son Pak Rudi. Principal Raisya is going to retire."

"Oh... I thought she taught at your school, too. Mr Rudi's son, anyway? Abah.

"Why did Abah ask Haris?"

"It's okay, it's just that he's good. Wanna get your bag, does he have a wife?"

"Not Bah, still single."

"Owh. yeah, come in then."

"What's the matter, Bah?"

"Ah is okay. So-by for your ummu already you put in all, right?"

"Already, Bah." I am still confused by Abah's words. But I'm just fine.

Not long after that we got home. It turns out that at home there is already Sofi and Zie. Abah took down my bag and luggage from inside the car. Abah and I carried and carried into the house.

"Auntie... Zie wants to get it."

"Of course, Auntie has bought it specifically for Zie. Just relax!"

"Horee...!!!" Said Zie excited while jumping.

"Where are Ummi, Rai?"

"Silence, Ummi. Rai has bought negligee, bali gloves milk pie and chocolate pie for Ummi."

"Well, kirain Ummi got Bule!"

"Damn, Ummi! So flirty!" Said Sofi.

"Yes, that means you're making Ummi's ghost."

"Well..." We laughed together.

I unpacked a special bag of souvenirs.

For Zie, I have bought two sets of Balinese clothes, cute sandals, and Balinese trinkets. For Sofi the same as Ummi. I also bought souvenirs for the twins and Alif, Rindi's son. Don't forget I bought souvenirs for my aunt and other Ummi brothers. Even though it's just a box of milk Pie Pies and a school of chocolate pie, the important thing is there for them.

When I was going to dismantle the special Hampers bag Abah and Irfan I found a pack of boxes coated with blue gift paper.

This feeling is not mine. Do you have a Miss Hesti?

"What is this, Ma'am?" Sofi asked out of curiosity.

"Oh.this isn't Ma'am's. But it's got Miss Hesti."

"Oh..

After being satisfied to dismantle and unload I went into the room, carrying my clothes bag containing dirty clothes. Some of them were washed in hotels.

In the room, I directly contacted Ms. Nesti.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am."

"Wa'alaikum greetings, yes Ma'am. Just parted ways already, miss me, ma'am?"

"Ish, you're Pede once! Ma'am, is there any of Mom's things missing?"

"It looks like there's no ma'am, it's me unpacking my luggage."

"There's a box of blue wrapping paper in my luggage. But I don't feel I have it."

"Me too, Mom. I don't feel like I have that stuff. Just open it, Mom!"

"No, Mom! That's not mine. I don't have the right to open it."

"Hurry, Mom! That's the one that brought Mr. Haris's stuff, right?"

"L-yes, he helped."

"Maybe if it's hers? Or was it given to Mom on purpose?

"Ah, ngacos! I hope it goes too far, ma'am. Then I should how is this?

"Just ask Mr. Haris!"

"I don't have his HP number! Mom, there's a call coming in. Just turn it off, Mom." There's a new number calling. I picked it up right away, I don't usually care about numbers I don't know.

"Hallo...Assalamu'alaikum." Said a man across the street."

"Wa'alaikum salutations."My answer.

"Mom Raisya, it's me."

"Sister Haris?"

"You're very familiar with my voice."

"Where did Haris get my number?"

"It doesn't matter where it is, what matters now is. Please listen to me carefully! Sorry just now when I lifted your stuff, I was presumptuous to put something in your carry-on bag. Please open it, it's not a bomb."

"So this belongs to Kak Haris?"

"It was mine, but I purposely gave it to you. Here's my number, please keep it. Yes, get some rest! You must be tired, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

He's hard to guess, likes maksha, but I like. No... no... What did you say, Rai? You likey? I like it, otherwise

why are you wearing the bracelet?

I opened a gift wrapped in blue gift paper, my favorite color. It turns out that the contents are a blue robe made of cotton airflow light blue and rectangular hijab Blue with small flowers motifs.

So sweet! How did he know I liked blue? My mind is in my heart.

There's a paper in it.

Dear Hearts...

How are you today? I'm sorry if I still use old fashioned ways to express my feelings. I don't care if you want to wear that bracelet or not. Most importantly for me, I will try to convince you. Because I've fallen for you.

Know it? The dream was no coincidence. God showed us the way 3 years ago. But I've only been able to see you for a few days.

I believe you are the soul mate God sent me. In my dreams, you wear blue clothes. So I deliberately bought a blue robe and hijab. I don't really understand women's style. I hope you like it.

From your Horse Prince 😊

Yes, yes, Mom. Because I'm the one over Pede.

-

"Tock"

"Tock"

"Tock"

"Sir... slept?"

I immediately save the goods from Kak Haris.

"Open up, I'm not sleeping."

Sofi opened my room door.

"It looks like a lot of fun, ma'am? See bule huh?"

"If you have a lot of money."

"Not a photo of you?"

"No! Why too. There are photos of the same bule but with a rame-rame.

" The holidays are long, Ma'am. Where else is there a plan?"

"Not going anywhere. At least just want to go to Grandma's house the day after tomorrow or 3 more days. To give thanks to Aunt."

"Sir, there is a school called Mr Anton?"

"There, Mr. Anton is the Deputy Principal. Why, Brother?"

"Wow, is old dong?"

"Yes, he is still 40 years old and has a wife and children. Why ask Mr Anton?"

"Would he have intended to make Mbak a second wife?"

"What the hell, I don't know what you mean, brother!"

"Sir Anton was wondering about you going to Mas Irfan a few days ago."

"Oh yeah, maybe it's just the name. Mr. Anton is a good man, he never macem-macem the same Ma'am."

"Yes, I just thought Ma'am, hehe..."

I just shook my head against Sofi.

After the Maghrib prayer Irfan picked up Sofi. Irfan went into Abah's room. He seems to be talking about something important. It was not usual for him to go into Abah and Ummi's room.

"Sik, what does your husband need to do with Abah? How do you think it's serious?"

"No idea, Ma'am! Once I want to borrow money for additional capital. Hahaha..."

"Turn back, Abah wants to borrow from Irfan."

Ummi still holds Zie in the living room. I saw the incredible affection in Ummi's eyes for his only granddaughter.

"Sik, add more gih! Zie is so big, TK! It's delicious, young mumpungbmadih. You don't have a college education either."

"That's really good, my mom! Let's just say there's a marriage spree! Thank Ummi and Abi many grandchildren."

"Yee... He was told to tell!"

After 20 minutes of Irfan in Abah's room, they finally came out. It seemed that from the look on their faces there was nothing serious. But they smiled instead.

"We go home, Bah!" Pamit Irfan's.

"Zie nginep here huh? Sleeping with Grandma."

Zie flanked the sign of unwillingness. "Well, if you don't want to, but come here again tomorrow?"

"Yes Nek."

They finally left Abah's house.

"Well, what did Irfan say?" Ummi curious.

"Oh.. There are! Company secrets."

"But Abah! Not good to play secret with wife!"

"Ummi likes buckets anyway!"

"Come, Bah!" Ummi seduced Abah into being told. I just smiled looking at them.

"Ummi same Abah if you want to make out in the room only. Rai's afraid of baper." I'm holding back laughter.

"Here-here Mi, Abah whiskey!"

Abah pulled Ummi's hand and went into the room.

I went into my room and saw Kak Haris's gift box. I smiled to myself looking at the robe and the hijab in my hand.

Try it first! My mind is in my heart.

I also took off the clothes I was wearing and tried the gamis given by Kak Haris.

"God, this is the size. How can ya? He knows what my size is?" I was alone.

I tried again to blend with her hijab. I turned in front of the mirror. A moment later there was a notification on my HP. Turns out a monthly report from Winda, an employee at my boutique. I-i retaliated. I haven't been to a boutique for 1 week. Maybe I'll be there tomorrow. My HP is ringing there's a call from Kak Haris. I already gave her number on my HP.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum hail..."

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"There's a longing..." He started to crunch.

"The song is Evi Tamala dong!" I said while laughing.

"Seriously, Mom."

"Sister, please don't call Mom. Brother is not my protege."

"But you're the future mother of my children."

"Start down... "

"Sorry is not the intention of fighting you. But I'm serious, miss you again. Is it a sin if I miss you?"

I was stunned by his words. Confused what to answer.

"Oh yeah because you call me brother, I'll call you, Deck."

"Just as far as Haris!"

"You haven't answered my question on deck. Do I sin if I miss you?"

"I'm sure Haris is just testing me. But I will answer, sorry if my answer is not the same as what you understand. Longing is not a sin if it is not accompanied by worship, Brother. Because we miss not the one who created us, but the heart that feels. Don't imagine something that isn't right for you. Longing will be a reward if we miss our halal partner."

"In that case, I will immediately justify you." His words sounded serious.

"Uhuk Uhuk..." I choked on my own saliva.

Seriate.....

Looking forward to the next part, Brother

thank you for always supporting my first job.

See you again...