The Preferred Priest Candidate

Towards the Day of 'H'

About twenty young cadet members gathered in front of the house of the Zen family. Shoulders work together to complete their work which is delayed due to heavy rain mixed with strong winds, from late afternoon until dawn.

Because it will soon be used for the Sima'an Qur'an, some of them climb the buffers of the box-box soundsystem that they had installed before the rain flushed, to open the protective cover. And some more, are preparing to start the diesel engine that serves as a power plant and lighting lights later. And the rest, work together to assemble the iron tarup or tent to be erected. As a sign, there will be a big celebration there.

They look so deft. Because it has been more than two years they run this rental service. Zen himself proposed this effort at the beginning he served as the chairman of cadets. With the aim, so that their organizations are more independent, because they can generate their own operational funds.

It was getting late, but the sun was still shy to show its light.

Looking at the car that stopped in front of the house, one of them exclaimed, "Matt! Setelin music meet manten, Mat. "

Others cheered to give their support. Because they know, that Zen was the one who came out this morning using the car.

Mamat who basically has gone bad, just obey the wishes of his friends. The recitation of the Qur'an has not yet begun.

Zen was shocked, Mamat really tuned the music. He who had been pulling the door, became unable to get out of the car. Because he did not want to smile shyly seen by his friends. Maybe they will be more intense to tease him.

" Wawww! " They cheered when they saw Zen get out of the car. " Glare men... "

Suiettt's... Suuuiittt. Making Zen fail to control the smile on his face.

" Work! " Say Zen before entering the house.

At home, the same thing happened. Zen's older sisters, Aisyah and Pak Kiyai's daughter who used to be offered to him for marriage stared in amazement at his new appearance. Appearance with new haircut. Short and neat, which people usually call with nganten pieces.

" Mash Allah Mbah Zen. Gantenge... ! " Seru Aisyah who now has children.

Hearing Aisyah's praise that perez sounded, making Zen even more embarrassed. While his two older sisters and son Pak Kiyai who was preparing to start sima'an Qur'an was also embarrassed himself to see the level of Zen that became clumsy. Likewise with Dad who sat in the living room, smiles observed Zen's behavior since he was in front of the house earlier.

To avoid people. Zen immediately entered his room.

" Tell Mumum, Ah! " To make a vidio call, to show Nana her new haircut. But unfortunately Nana refused his call.

Umum why the hell? On the phone not picked up, SMS not responded. Really testing the feeling of Zen being longed for.

" Oeeeeekkk. Oeeeeekkk. " Little baby Aisyah who was put to bed in Zen's room was panicking. And Zen tried to calm the baby by patting her slowly.

" Dear, mom's here. " Aisha went into the room. " Why cry? " Ask the two-month-old baby when he picked it up.

Suddenly an idea pops up in Zen's head when he sees Aisyah and her baby.

***

Still in the room wrapped in a blanket, Nana opened a chat message that had just entered.

" Mbah Nana, what else? " The sentence accompanying the photo of Aisyah's son who had finished crying.

" O God, I'm so happy! " He still can't believe he has a grandchild.

Although she was not married to Zen, Nana would still be called Mbah by her son Aisyah. Because of the previous family relationship that has been binding.

" Tremendous Gemesin his son Aisyah. " Nana smiled while typing a reply message. " Mbah again sleeping in the room, Dek. You're crying, aren't you? Wh why? "

" Lho, did Ayesha not follow the Sima'an Qur'an, huh? " Nana just realized, when a reply message from Aisyah's number came in.

" Had been pinched with my Zen Master, Mbah. Mbah Zen is naughty. "

Nana laughs. There is-there is Aisha!

" Em, pity.... Play here, temenin Mbah. Let her Mbah heal quickly. "

Not long after, there was a continuous message that went into Nana's phone.

" Mumum why? "

" Mumum is sick? "

" Mumum, Mamam kangen. Why not pick up a phone from Mamam? "

" What pain does mummy have? "

" Hmmm. Tuh, right! " Nana knows who is behind Aisyah's phone.

Nana ignored the messages. Because he wants to avoid Zen as much as possible.