The Preferred Priest Candidate

Zen hunch

Only once did Zen meet and see Nana's face was just a glance. At that time Firman who was piggybacking on Nana using a motorcycle to take the selection exam of XX State University, approached him. Zen who was riding his tril motir stopped on the side of the road because he wanted to move his other armpits.

" Sir..." Sapa Zen then to Nana.

Without her eyes looking at Zen, Nana smiled to return Zen's greeting. A smile that was as strong as possible Nana tried to show amid her fear of meeting the future husband. A smile that was enough to dazzle Zen's view.

Whether it becomes a hunch or just a mere Zen worry. But seeing how beautiful the future wife, made Zen afraid that there would be many men who would later shake Nana's feelings to stay loyal to his decision.

Until now Zen has not even contacted Nana, even though he has got his mobile number from the Word. The word that was against this matchmaking now turned around by supporting Zen to approach his sister. Yes, the old virgin is too innocent in this matter.

What Zen had in mind. If he was desperate to contact Nana, it would only make Nana feel uncomfortable. Even feeling depressed, which will eventually interfere with his focus on learning. And Zen did not want it to happen, and Nana would hate him.

But somehow now he feels restless. To make him lazy to work.

***

After finishing college today, Nana and Azam went to her study group. Arriving at the courtyard of the central library where they made an agreement with others, it turns out there was Naila as well as Habibi who was waiting.

" Ehmm... " Chabibis.

" Ahem... " Saila.

Although there are no cues from each other, but in fact Naila and Habibi compact issued a coughing sound that was made up to tempt Nana and Azam who walked together towards them. Naila and Habibi looked at each other, then laughed at each other's silliness simultaneously.

" Assalamu'alaikum. I'm late, aren't I?" Nana greets her new friends whom she believes are all Muslims.

Elementary ! Pantesan aja was taught together do not want. Turns out boncengin's a pretty girl. Glanced at Azam who was sumringah.

"What !? " Azam uses the language of the eyes, answering Habibi's glance, which is the komting in their class.

" Greetings wa'alaikum..." Habibi and Naila.

" No, we just arrived. Here sit beside me." Naila asked Nana to sit next to him, whose position was facing Habibi and Azam with a wide wooden table as an intermediary.

" So, the most popular couple in OSEK, the relationship continues nie?" Nudged Naila who was already sitting next to him.

" No !" Nana strongly denied.

" Don't remember the same embarrassing thing again." Nana covered her face with both palms.

They laughed, seeing Nana who was timidly reminiscing about how confident she was with Azam. And equally crazy between Azam and Nana at that time, throwing views and movements because they lived every verse of the lyrics of the song they sang. But by remembering the incident, they actually look familiar and comfortable with each other.

" Okay, are you satisfied, are you laughing? Now we start the discussion. First of all, let's get acquainted, right? My name is Muhammad Habibi." Habibi with his leadership spirit.

" My name is Ainun." Azam introduced himself. Which provoked their laughter again.

" If you're the Ainun, I'll change your name, Zam." Increase the length of their laughter.

Habibi is not as handsome as Azam, his skin is not as white as Azam, his height is also not as high as Azam but Habibi has a more pleasant personality than Azam who seems cool.

" Okay, let's go, don't mind Ainun anymore."

Habibi ended the drama Habibi & Ainun.

But the Ainun KW, still stole the opportunity to look at Nana who was still smiling.

" My name is Naila Ramadhani."

" My name is Nalal Muna. But it's called Nana."

" Mm... Any of you have a labtop?"

" I have a !" Naila's.

" Well, the labtop problem has cleared up, huh ? Now we look for materials in the library as much as possible, our lecture today is finished. Naila's ready to write, right?" Habibi asked again.

" What are you doing, Bang?" Naila asked back.

" I don't have a labtop, Nay."

" Then my labtop you bring no papa."

" Let me write the paper, but borrow your labtop, Nay ?" Azam thrusting himself as a tumbar, maybe to look cool in front of Nana.