The Heart of Raisya

Possessiveness Haris

A week passed, today we held an aqiqah for Raka and Riky. This time we only invited 100 orphans taken from the orphanage. Jami also invited the residents and some close families only. The event was held in the afternoon, because given the number of orphans are still toddlers. In addition to providing food, we also provide money. The show went well.

The next day, we were still gathered in the living room. There's my parents and Mas Haris's parents.

"Change, Ummi, Father, and Mother, Raisya wants to say something."

"What's up, Rai? It looks serious?" Ummy asked. I turned towards Mas Haris, he coded for me to continue what I was about to say

"Em.. look! I have prayed istikharah and asked God for guidance for my career. Since it was impossible for me to leave my children again, it was enough for Salman and Salwa that I left to his nanny. Next I will take care of Raka and Riky myself. For Salman and Salwa will still be helped by baby sitters to help me. But later if they are in elementary school, I think they no longer need a baby sitter. So the result I got was. I better retire early." I stopped my words, and continued again." I love the world of education, but I can't possibly disappoint my children I want to see them grow. I don't want them to be more affectionate to others than their own mother. So to Abah and Umm Rai beg for sincerity, I know what kind of struggle Abah and Ummi to make Rai as successful as now. But Rai has other obligations, please support my decision!" My eyes are starting to glaze over.

"Rai, Abah it doesn't matter if you want to retire early. If that's the best decision for you, we as parents will support you and keep praying for you."Abah.

"That's right, Rai! Ummi also agrees with your decision! There are many other responsibilities that you have to bear. Your kids need you more, so you better resign."

"Thank God, thank you Abah and Ummi for understanding my situation. Father, Mother, Rai apologized for not being able to continue the struggle in the world of education as Dad did until the age limit. I actually wanted to be like Dad, but things weren't possible."

"You must have thought about it carefully, and you too have received good guidance from God. If the road is like this, what can we do? My grandkids would be happy if his mother had more time for them.You take it easy, later let Daddy help you to take care of your letters."

"If it is Mother, it is the same! We will always be there for you."

It feels good to have let out the heart. And soon I will take care of the letter to the DIKNAS office. I'd know better about this. Because he has been working in the DIKNAS environment for decades.

Today I went to school to say goodbye to the principal and the schoolgirls. All I will take care of my things that are still left there.I delivered to school Mas Haris. Raka and Riky we leave to Mbak Jum and Bi Leha.

We are currently in the office. Because of the time to rest, many teachers are relaxing.

"Sorry Mom, I came to school to retire early." I told the principal. Some teachers listened.

"Sadly, Miss Raisya, even though Mom is still not five years old as a PNS teacher? Is this decision well thought out, ma'am? There are many out there who want to be like Miss Raisya."

"Yes already, Mom. Maybe the position can be replaced with someone else. I have also made a letter to be submitted to DIKNAS, assisted by Rudi's father."

Mas Haris just listened, did not participate in our conversation.

"If Mr. Rudi has intervened, it means he is very supportive of you. If you can figure out what your reason is, ma'am?"

"I just want to focus on the house, Mom. Take care of children and can pay attention 1x24 hours to them. Having these quadruplets it's like I can't leave it all to the nanny, Mom. Because they are my responsibility."

"Well, Miss Raisya. I understand very well this reason of yours. Then I should immediately find your substitute teacher. Or if you have friends to recommend here it's okay while being honorary."

"Later I'll try to find out to my friends, Mom. It was hard for me to leave the world of education. But my son's education was more important, because I was the first madrassa for them. I apologize if during the teaching here a lot of mistakes and shortcomings."

"Yes, Mom. I'm also sorry that during my time as principal, I had something wrong with you. May the decision you make be the best."

"Amin, thank you, ma'am. Then I want to say goodbye and ask permission to say goodbye to others."

"Yes monggo please!"

I say goodbye to all the teachers in the office. Ms. Hesti, the person closest to me, seems very sad compared to the others. After finishing my desk, Mas Haris differentiated my stuff into the car. I don't say goodbye to my students, because I don't want to see them sad.

"Huft..relieved the taste!"

"Aren't you sorry, Bund?"

"No! Although still heavy, Dad! But I'm sure there'll be wisdom behind all this."

"My wife is the best." Mas Haris rubbed my head.

"Mas, stop by the Baby Shop on the edge of the Mall. I'm gonna buy the kids' clothes."

"Ready, baby!"

Arriving at the Baby Shop, Mas Haris parked the car and entered with me. I chose some clothes for the S duo, because their size had already gone up. For duo R, I am not too buy, because there is a rest of Salman who is still good and used several times only. Salwa clothes are also madih I simoan, who knows I will have a daughter later. Not that I'm stingy, but the clothes of the child are used for a while, so it's a pity if you have to buy it. Only when they grow up, will I make clothes for others.

When I was going to pay at the cashier, someone greeted me.

"Mom Raisya?"

"Lho, Mr. Han!"

"How are you, Mom?"

"Thank God be good, ma'am. How's your own mother doing?"

"Thank God as Mr. Han saw."

"Ehm..." Mas Haris cleared his throat.

"Include me Haris, Raisya's husband." Said my husband with his increasing thickness multiplied.

"I'm Handrik!" They shake hands.

"Oh yes, I did hear that Ms. Raisya was married. Why don't you invite us, ma'am?"

"The trick is simple, sir! So no invitations. Mr Han alone or his wife?"

"Alone, Mom. My wife has just given birth to our first child, not yet 40 days."

"Oh.iya congratulations sir! What boy is a girl, sir?"

"Woman, Mum."

"Oh yes, I want a gift nitip for Mr. Han's child for a moment." I went back to looking for baby girl clothes.

"No need, Mom!"

"It's okay, sir! Let my wife give your daughter a gift, don't turn her down!"Mas Haris chimed in, and took over the basket of clothes I was carrying.

"I'll pay for the groceries first, Mr. Han!"

"Yes, please, Mom! I'm catching up."

Mas Haris held my hand positively, as if to cross the road.

"Sister, this one please be separated and wrapped

gift paper." I chose three pieces of girl clothes complete with bandanas and shoes.

"Three million one hundred and forty-seven in total, sir!"

Mas Haris pays with his ATM card.

"Thank you, sir, Mom."

"Yes, same brother." My word to the cashier.

"Sir Han, this is my titling for his daughter, sorry I haven't been able to see you in person."

"No need to bother, ma'am. Thank you very much." Mr. Han accepted being from me."By the way, you have a lot of groceries, ma'am?"

"Yes sir, this is for our four children." This time it was Haris who answered."

"Huh, four? You guys have four kids?"

"Yes, Sir! The first two twins, the second one too. So it's four, hehe... tokcer right?" Mas Haris said with his Pedanya.

"Well, that's tokcer sir! So Miss Raisya just gave birth?"

"It's been 41 days, sir."

"Well, I'm not good! This is Ms. Raisya giving gifts to my daughter, but I don't give gifts to Ms. Raisya."

"It doesn't have to be, sir! My wife always loved to give. We say goodbye, our children stay at home."

"Okay, sir, Mom, please! Thanks again."

"Together, sir." I and Mas Haris said together.

"Let me take it, Bund! You can't lift heavy!" Mas Haris took two bags of my groceries to the car. And as always, open the car door for me.

Pov Han's

Crazy one! Just look more beautiful, Miss Raisya! it's been three years to see Raisya again. He already has four children. But what I saw he didn't change at all. Maybe because of her treatment, which I see her husband is not an ordinary person. Huft, only a year ago I found out from Bu Lilik, it turns out that Ms. Raisya is a high-ting widow. Luckily for her husband, she looks very possessive towards Ms. Raisya. Ms. Raisya is still the same as before, her person is kind and meek. Ish, what do you think Han? She's been somebody's wife, and you're somebody's husband.

Seriate....

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Don't forget to support me, brother. Along with the resignation of Raisya, the author is also again out of work😭. This is not a true story, but a true story. The reason for the reduction of labor. May there be wisdom behind all this. Pray the author can work again yes brother🤗 thank you.

See you again....