The Preferred Priest Candidate

Lousy

Nana who should have experienced with men, still felt awkward when meeting Zen. Either because it has been more than a year not dating or maybe because he is too focused on learning, so he forgets to prepare himself with possibilities like this. Because sooner or later time will definitely bring him to Zen.

" Sir..."

" Hhemms ? " Getting towards Zen.

" Af yes if I come here, even disturbing and make mbak Nana so uncomfortable." Zen.

Although Nana seems cool, but actually she is a person who easily feels bad. Just like his condition is now. As his eyes caught the grievance on Zen's face, his heart felt so sore. He was trying to be nice. But it seems Zen still sees the insincerity of his attitude.

Nana... You don't be the bad guy. She's your future husband. Your future. Now calm down, breathe and then throw it away.

Feeling that her doctrine had penetrated the whole body, Nana took a deep breath and then threw it slowly. It was as if he was throwing all the tension, awkwardness and anxiety that was as comfortable as his aura.

Okay ! Now act like a good wife-to-be. Spirit, you can do it! Poking a fist under the chin, showing a full-fledged spirit.

" Hehehe. No, Dek. Just calm down !"

" really? "

" Semamean doubted me anyway ? " In a flirtatious tone Nana uttered that spontaneous sentence.

How did I become like this. Take care of your image, Nana.

Nana laughed because she was ashamed of her own words. While Zen laughed because of the adorable speech and never thought he would come out of his red lips Nana. They laugh together with no burden or gap.

" Oh yes !" Conscious something. " Drag, Deck. Don't make me drink first."

Nana leaves Zen. But stopped, because Zen's hand first grabbed his hand before he stepped.

" What's up, Deck?" Put another hand on his chest. Feel the heart flutter.

" No need, Ma'am. I'm just here to see Nana." Zen showed dimples in his smile.

Zen pulled Nana's hand. He told her to sit back next to him. And now they were sitting side by side like they were under bail, with Zen's hand still holding Nana's.

" Are you going home, Dek?" Nana seems disappointed.

" yes. Hence pingin in complacency see mbak Nanana." Still holding one of Nana's hands.

" No ! " Turning his face away

" Why?" Zen was worried, if his previous speech was a mistake.

" Well, how will you miss?" He casually uttered another shameful sentence.

MashayAllah... Zen showed an expression that relaxed until leaned on the back of the sofa.

" What's wrong with you, Dek?"

" Don't tell me it's like that." Shame to remember Nana's words.

" Why?" Wonder.

" What if I can't go home?"

" Why?" Not yet understood Zen's words.

" His words mbak Nana earlier made me lemes. If it's this lemes how to bring the bike try?"

Nana was unable to hold back her laughter. Even he dared to hit Zen's thighs, venting out the shame he had suffered.

Nana and Zen looked increasingly familiar. Everything is going normally. Because they had forgotten the awkwardness they had experienced with each other.

Epilogue :

If anyone questions why Zen still calls Nana with the name "Mbak" or Nana who calls Zen with the name "Dek". So the answer is because for now they have not been in a position to call "Honey.