The Preferred Priest Candidate

First Farewell

So pleasant their togetherness to make Zen feel reluctant to go home. Because she's too comfortable here, with Nana who has opened her heart. But he still has to go home.

" Sir, can you pray ashar here?"

" Could be. But it has to be in this guest room. This is a special female boarding house. If I want to enter a guy into the camp, I could be raided by Mr. Hansip."

" If it's the same, I don't have a problem!"

" Yes, ngarep! " Hehe. " Emmr. Wouldn't you anther to the mosque near the alley here ?" I want to buy batagor.

Nana, who is a local and national snack enthusiast, has almost a semester subscribed to batagor snacks (fried tofu meatballs) that go in front of the mosque near the alley to the boarding house every afternoon.

" If you want Nana nganterin nyampe home, I want to." With a seductive tone.

" Yeeey. Am I a bakul chili pake bargained?"

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Arriving at the Nana mosque shows a special male ablution spot on Zen. Nana is still standing on a motorcycle park. Rotating right and left, trying to make his waist feel comfortable because it was rattled by Zen using his motor sport.

What a great motor sport ! Nyampe guys on likes. Nana was annoyed at Zen's red sports bike.

Nana's own fault. Udah know Zen use motor sport, he even chose to piggyback with a sideways position. I'm tired, because I have to hold his body so as not to overwrite Zen's body. Hehe.

After the prayer, Zen searched for Nana's existence. Who then he found, was standing in line at one of the traders who sold in front of the mosque fence with TPQ children. Zen got a pretty fad idea. He pulled out his old-fashioned cell phone from his jacket pocket, to capture the moment Nana was competing with the little kids to buy snacks.

" Have you finished?" Nana returned with a batagor in her hand.

" It's." Zen ended his fad, recording a picture of Nana.

" Sitting there yuk?" Nana pointed to the mosque foyer, which was unused for TPQ activities. Zen according to, although in fact he had intended to leave.

After they sat comfortably on the marble masji porch, Nana casually opened a styrofoam containing bricks to offer on Zen.

" Want?"

" That's what?" Zen shook his head.

" Strade." Nana tasted first the feeling of batagornya.

" What food is that?" Zen was astonished by the food Nana was eating. Because it sees the shape is not clear according to Zen.

Huh !? He doesn't know batagor. Understandably, in their village there is indeed no one who peddles this kind of snacks.

" Oahaha..." Zen squealing.

" Why, Deck?"

" Huh hah, there's the cab. Huhhh..." Zen's eyes looked watery and his forehead also looked wet.

" Samean doesn't do pedes?" Zen shook his head.

Nana put the food she was holding onto the floor. Then covered his face with a hijab that was unraveled on his chest. Then laugh at him. How not ! Because of her ignorance, Nana fed Zen with chili more than three pieces.

Not expecting to see Nana's laughter until like that, made Zen forget about the slight burning taste on his tongue.

Satisfied with laughing, Nana opened a backpack that she did not have time to put in her boarding room. He took out a half-filled bottle of water. Then open the lid before He gives it to Zen. Without saying, as quickly as lightning Zen greeted the bottle. Then gulp it down mercilessly. Because of the wonder of watching Zen's behavior, Nana's mouth gaping.

" I think I should buy a new bottle!" Nana said after receiving an empty bottle from Zen.

" What's the matter, Mother?"

" It was this way, but it suddenly went blank. I think it leaked!" Lifting the bottle high, glaring at him meticulously. Then glanced at Zen who was laughing at him.

Zen took the money out of his jacket pocket. He took a pink sheet and gave it to Nana.

" Yes, this is to buy a new bottle."

" Hehehe. What the hell ! Kidding time." Nana did not want to accept the 100 thousand denomination given by Zen.

" It was just cut. Make a snack of batagor ektra cabe, tomorrow." By forcing Zen to tuck his money into Nana's grasp.

" Yeeey, mode. Tell me if you want to hold my hand. Aye right? " When they've been holding hands long. " Here is the bottle home."

" Come home...! These are the same people who have territory. Let me anterin first to the boarding house."

" No need. I'm walking, deket this." Avoid being rammed using Zen's motorbike.

" Later if anyone wants to kidnap mbak Nana how?"

" There you are, you are the kidnapper. Now just persuade me to take it. Later do not be delivered to the boarding house, even taken home again!"

Maybe this was their first farewell. Confused to end the conversation. Finally, after a long bargain, they parted ways by choosing their own path.