The Preferred Priest Candidate

Smile in Zen's Face

After finishing her fried rice session, Nana ran towards the stairs. Just now He was about to climb the second rung, there was the sound of Renata yelling at him.

" Hey ! "

" Where are you going to run?" Tia lifted up the tray containing a dirty spoon, to show.

" What? The deal was just cooking. So cleaning it is not my responsibility donk ! Wekkk." Poking out his tongue and running back down the stairs to his room.

Having managed to escape from a group of girls on the first floor, Nana can now breathe with relief.

" Naaaaaaaaa ! Look out for you." The scream that came from the first floor was still heard loudly on the second floor.

" Haha.... " Laughter of Nana, the suspect being shouted at.

Nana knew the cause of the scream. Because intentionally, He did not clean the kitchen or the equipment he used to cook fried rice. Which will certainly make the emotions of Renata and Tia who in fact like cleanliness. This is indeed one of the vices of Nana. Although good at concocting spices and processing various types of food to be delicious, but he most do not like to clean the kitchen and equipment.

" It's me Ma'am, Zen. What again? Busy, huh?" Nana repeated the message from Zen, before He replied.

" Oh. Yes Deck. This just finished eating with fried rice together mbak-mbak kost. Eat it with trays." Replies to Zen.

A few minutes passed, but there was still no reply from Zen. Nana also started to get nervous.

*Kok is not bales ! Pray Isya' just aja, keep learning*. Rather than being an emotion because of an unrequited message.

He also moved from his bed, then pushed his 2 in 1 mattress under the bed, so that it looks wider to hold the prayer mat. Then leave the room for ablution.

His meeting with Zen at that time, had given a lot of changes to Nana's heart. Although he did not believe there was a taste in his heart for Zen, he realized that his feelings for Azam were slowly fading. I was sincere if I had to lose the sympathy of Azam.

***

" Zen." Father who finished praying in the room.

" Yes Sir. You want to go to the TV room ?" Dad nodded.

Arriving in the TV room, Rif'an who was lying on a mattress helped to make a pillow for his father to lean.

" She, there's a message coming in." Rif'an thrust the phone that was lying on the bed, where Dad was now lying on Zen.

After receiving a phone from Rif'an, Zen sat on a tile near Dad.

" Good donk! Especially eating with Nana. Hmm, so want to eat fried rice too. Hehe." Zen's smile did not fade at all from starting to read the message he received, until he finished sending his reply to Nana.

" Not good ! I cooked the fried rice. Haha."

Oh.. it turns out that Nana can cook ! So gemes, pingin cepet see you again... Zen's smile expanded again.

It's also natural that others might think of Nana. The only daughter from a capable family, a spoiled child excessively, a college child who knows only learning. How could I possibly do household chores, let alone cook. That's how people give their views to Nana.

" So envious same mbak-mbak kost. Because they can taste Nana's cooking before me." Embed a sad emoticon on his message. Zen smiled in fact, not clearly.

" Hehee. This is also because I lost my suit. But I should be grateful, Dek ! If someone like me has to poison my cooking, they also feel it first." Instead of smiling, this time it was the sound of laughter coming out from Zen's thin lips.

Two other pairs of eyes were also in the room, paying attention to Zen's behavior without being noticed by people. A rare behavior in the eyes of his family. The two pairs of eyes were now looking at each other, gesturing to each other which was somehow meaningless.

Being able to see Zen like this, is a joy in itself for Dad who feels that he has been a burden for Zen for several years.

Fat Nana... Nuwun worship. Thanks to you, you can see a Zen side like this. May God always protect you. And the world of the Hereafter. Amens. Father's expression of gratitude in heart.