The Heart of Raisya

So sweet

The day passed so quickly, it did not feel like today even 1 year of our marriage. But there is no good news yet. Sofi gave birth to her second child four months ago. Zie's younger sister is female, and is named Syifa Nur Rayyan.

I am still busy with education and boutique business that is currently growing. Mas Haris is focused on housing development which has now reached 20 economic class units, and next month is ready to be inhabited by several clients who have transacted.

Sunday, school is off. And I didn't go to the boutique because Mas Haris asked me to meet someone.

"Mas, who are we going to see?"

"Later you know for yourself, baby."

"Where is it?"

"In a restaurant near Khayangan."

A few minutes later we arrived at the restaurant. The people who are waiting are not here yet.

"Mass I go to the toilet first."

"We'll order aoa, honey? Let me shake it first."

"Then."

"okay."

I went to the toilet, it felt like my stomach was wrapped around. So I'm a little long in the toilet. When I came out of the toilet, there was the sound of a baby crying.

"Why the baby, Mommy?" Askaqua. But when the woman turned my head I was very surprised, because apparently she was a person who had existed in my past. I'm still stunned on the spot.

"Raiseya?" He's surprised.

"W-What are you doing?"

"This is my son's diaper full, so he's crying. I've changed."

Septi watched me from top to bottom.

"During the meeting, how are you?"

"Alhamdulillah, fine."

"Oh yeah? After Brother Ical left you, is there still a man who wants to approach you? I guess, no." He said with his peda.

Turns out your arrogance hasn't gone away, Septi.

"Look! This is my fourth child, my child and my Word. Brother Ical has also lived happily with his wife. She has two children, a couple of boys and girls. It's a good thing that Sister Ical didn't choose you. If not, he might go bankrupt. Just look at your style, classy appearance, all-brand clothes, but don't know where the results are! If it's obvious, my husband is an architect. What's more is now his career skyrocketed due to contracting Housing Owner. "

"Sorry, did you say that? If you excuse me going forward! Because my husband is waiting." I passed from before him. He seemed surprised to hear my words.

I walked to my husband's chair. Apparently there was someone with him. Maybe he's the money guy in question.

"Darling, why so long, hem? This is the man we've been waiting for has come." I just smiled as I approached my husband

"Sick stomach, Nas." My whisper in Mas Haris' ear. I didn't notice the person sitting in front of us.

"Sirman, meet my wife, Raisya."

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Hearing that name, I turned to the person called by Mas Haris.

Firman was in shock to see me.

"Honey he's Mr. Firman, the architect I work with. He designed Khayangan's housing."

I am trying to make peace with my heart. There's no way I'm turning off my husband's spirit right now. Finally I poked both of my hands as our greeting.

"Sir Word, this is my only wife. There will be no number two. Haha...Let him give you an opinion."

"Ah yes, sir."

Septi returned from the toilet with his baby.

"Bu Septi, meet my wife her name is Raisya." Mas Haris said with enthusiasm.

I shook Septi's hand. Septi is currently silent either because he is surprised or because he does not like to meet me.

Pov Septi's

I didn't expect to meet Mas Firman's ex-wife here. But from what I see, he's getting classy. Maybe she's dating someone's husband. Just look at his style!

But when I came out of the bathroom, Boss Mas Firman introduced me to his wife. How shocked I am, he is Raisya. Oh my God.. What dream was I last night? I insulted him earlier. Why is he lucky? I don't like this.

"Darling, I mean to bring you here, because to talk about the design of our house."

"Our house?"

"Yes our home, I have prepared land in Khayanyan covering an area of 800 m² to build our future home."

"But you never told me, Mom?"

"Surprise...." Said Mas Haris in spirit he kissed my forehead."Sorry-sorry, Mr. Firman! I'm an expressive person so I can't help myself. What else to my wife. Fortunately, the one in front of us is not single, haha..." Once again Mas Haris showed his affection by stroking the top of my head, making me misbehave.

Mas Firman and Septi just silently watched the two of us. The septi I noticed was like a hot worm. Firman pretended to see the baby

"So, Mr. Firman has designed a model for our home, baby, let's see! Here's picture! Maybe someone wants you to change? Before we execute. This month's plan is already being built."

I took the picture that Mas Haris gave me, then watched it.

"It's two floors huh, Mas?"

"Yes, baby."

"I want to be in the back of the yard along 6 meters by 4 meters. Because one day if there is an event let it not only be done in the kitchen. Or maybe one day a swimming pool can be built. Keep this top room is already good there are two, which is below three. Leave it for the children's playground downstairs, Mas."

"Okay, Mrs Haris. Everything will be changed as you request. How about Mr. Word? Do you understand what my wife means?"

"Yes, Sir! I understand."

"How many children does Haris have?" Septi.

"Not yet, Mom. If the plan wants six. We just got married for a year.

"Oh. I think I already have a child, because his wife asked for space to be given a place to play."

"But what if...." Septi has not continued her speech, but it has been prevented by her husband.

"Ma.. Let's go home! The kids must be looking for us." Said the Word to Septi. "Sorry Mr. Haris, if it's clear, we'll go home first, because we left the children at Mother's house."

"But you guys haven't ordered any food?"

"No need, Ok. Anytime. Sorry excuse us."

"All right, Mr. Firman. Say hello to your mother."

"Yes sir, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations." I answered and Mas Haris.

We also enjoyed the menu that Mas Haris ordered.spicy sour crab and orange ice.

"Why isn't the crab eaten, baby?

"I can't open it, Mom."

"Non't you say anything? let me open it here." Mas Haris took over the plate containing the crab then stripped the crab shell and took the meat. Then he prepared me.

"A. let's eat, baby."

"Madly, look at people."

At home, we used to bribe each other.

"Ah leave it alone, let's just say they watch a free movie. We're a halal couple, not a chili-cabean." Without protesting again I opened my mouth and chewed.

So sweet once my husband, never lost his mind to make me comfortable.

After the meal was over, we stopped by Khayangan City to review the construction. Maa Haris proudly took me around her residential area. He also showed us the location of the land to be built for our home. We are already in the car.

"Later if it's finished 10 units of elite class houses, the plan is I will build a minimarket, dear. Or later if you want your boutique can also be built branch here."

"God, may it be done, Mas. Thank you for giving me a surprise today."

"It's nothing, honey. I had planned it a long time ago. But by the way why was there something awkward at the restaurant . I'm sorry if I'm wrong, but do you want to be honest, honey?"

It turns out my husband is very sensitive. He could read the unnatural state before him. I don't want to cover anything from my husband. There's no harm in me being honest about the Word.

"Ep... Mas, I'm sorry if I were to surprise you or not feel good, but I want to tell you about my past."

"Say, Deck! I'm ready to listen. Don't worry, God willing I can."

"Firman.I mean Mr. Firman, he's my ex-husband, Mas."

"Huh? I didn't hear wrong, Dek?"

I shook my head, "no, Mas."

"God...! Honey, I'm sorry! I really don't know, I'm not supposed to bring the past together."

"No, Mom! You're not wrong, I'm okay. It's just the past, we have our own lives. I'm the one who doesn't feel good about you, Mom."

"I've never had a problem with your past, I should even thank the Word. Because he threw away the diamond for me to enjoy its beauty and I took care of its wholeness. Em.... Do I need to break my contract with him?"

"N-no, Honey!"

"What's? What did you call me? Repeat once more!"

"Honey.no need to contract with him. Do your job with a professional. We cannot cut off the livelihoods of others. I'm sorry, I don't want to defend him, but I'm sure my husband is a wise man." I said with a smile and stroked my husband's shoulders."

grep

Sontak Mas Haris hugged me.

"Darling, you are a good woman, enough of your stupid ex to waste you. God has replaced him with me as your life partner. By the way tumben today your words are very sweet. I want something from you."

"What, Mas?"

Without answering me he just smiled and did his car back.

Arrive at an inn that is identical to the wooden building and view of the rice field, which is located about 7km from Khayangan City. The cool and beautiful atmosphere spoils the heart and eyes. Mas Haris checked in and chose a room that was above the cliff, below which there were times decorated with rocks.

I was standing on the balcony of the room.

"It's so beautiful, Mom."

"More beautiful is mine." He said while tucking my shoulder that was still wrapped in a robe.

"Where are we going, Mas?"

"You're looking for a new atmosphere, you're too busy. Cannot take a honeymoon. So let's just say it's our honeymoon."

"You are Mas, there is nothing."

"Because I want to please my wife."

"Aw.. My mother!" Suddenly I screamed because suddenly Mas Haris was carrying me like a sack of rice on his shoulder."Put me down, Mas!"

"No! You'll me to lunch this too."

Mas Haris put me in bed and locked the door. It's what has to happen.

Seriate....

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Thank you or your support brother

Never get bored with the story of Raisya.

If anyone asks the author to make Raisya pregnant, it's up to Haris. Because who has the task of impregnating Haris, not author🤣🤣🤣

Old brother already

See you again....