The Preferred Priest Candidate

New Student

New residence, new environment, new atmosphere, new friends, new status, uh. status as a new student means nothing else. Hehe.

Nana is enjoying her new life. And fortunately, the boarding place he chose was mostly new students and even some were one major. Yes, Nana finally solidified her steps to take a major that was perverted according to her.

The activities of OSEK (Campus Study and Introduction Orientation) ended, many fun events and became a new experience in Nana's life.

Today is a class division. For the Department of Management Economics is divided into four classes, class division based on the alphabetical name. Class C starts with the first letters M through R, and this is the class Nana and her two boarding friends May and Rena learn.

" Nalal Muna, Maimunah... ye.. we are classmates! " Excited Renata who saw online class sharing on her mobile phone.

" Yey, same class mbak Rena also mbak May." Nana calls them mad because they are older.

" Why am I the only one in class. Hicks." Sahut Dian who is also a boarding house with Nana because she entered class A.

" Cup.cup... Let's try crying again." Nana stroked Dian's shoulder to comfort.

" Bad you are, Na." While beating Nana's hand which actually makes Nana laugh.

" Ka the han. hahaha." Rena and May compact tease Dian.

***

The learning period has begun. Yes, although it is still the introduction stage between students and lecturers along with the courses that will be taught because there is only one meeting.

In the introductory course hours of microeconomics, lecturers give challenges to students who next week want to make the first paper presentation, and added value will be given in return. Nana who saw her class komting raised her hand to make Nana reflect her hand as well and followed two other friends who recorded as the first group to fill the lecture meeting next week.

Die me ! Nana hit that misleading hand.

" Wih.. Cool you, Na." May is sitting behind Nana.

Nana turned to May with a smile that seemed forced but still looks sweet because of her natural red lips.

Hiks, I just accidentally knew, Ma'am ! Nana Grunts.

Nana continued to reflect on the design of her hand earlier, until the lecturer finished writing the title distribution of the material that will be presented by students on the whiteboard board.

The sassy hand was probably trained since Nana Junior High, since where he began to feel the pleasure of learning that made him loved by teachers to high school.

***

" Deck..."

" Oh, yes, sister..." Nana was shocked, as her shoulder was patted by someone beside her. And walk equating footsteps with him.

Of course, Nana remembered. His figure is so similar to Ardi, the most beautiful former Nana. Nana closed her mouth, remembering the incident that accompanied her first meeting with the man.

" Boyou was that time..." Nana did not continue her words because she was ashamed.

" yes. The one who was punished with you fitting OSEK." Punishment that actually makes both of them become famous.

" Oops ! Don't keep going."

Inside the multipurpose campus building used for OSEK students of the economics faculty. Azam with a guitar accompanies a romantic song that he mengandungkan with Nana, in front of seniors and classmates who do not want to miss to capture the moment with a camera that they can use.

Although at that time Nana was fascinated by the sound of Azam and his cleverness using a guitar, plus his stature felt so similar to the former. Nana tries to establish her heart on Zen, as well as her promise to Dad.

" Later finished this lecture we gather in the central library yard bentar, huh?"

" What's wrong, brother?"

" Talk about our group presentation next week." Smiling at Nana.

Presentation of our group? So we're classmates? Nana doesn't know that. Because indeed he was trying to keep his eyes, so as not to fall in love and be loved. And because it feels disappointed it hurts.

" yes. Ready, brother..." Reply smile.

Nana only guessed if the man was a friend of her group who will present the material on the introductory course of microeconomics for next week. At least now Nana felt relieved, because her group friends were known to her.

" Can I have your number ?" Azam asked when he saw Nana opening the door for the next class.

Eh ! Nana.

" Later if there's anything to be happy with." Azam.

" Yes, sister, I can." Nana mentions the numbers, which Azam deftly typed on his own phone.

" Didn't my brother come in?" Nana pointed at the class with a movement of her head, with her hands half-opened the glass door of the room.

" Nungguin temen Brother bentar. You don't papa."

Nana smiled and passed, entering the classroom leaving Azam at the door.

Nana... Deg. deg... Azam holds onto her chest, trying to control her feelings and falls in love with Nana at their first meeting. While serving time singing with Nana.