The Preferred Priest Candidate

The Holiday Has Arrived

Today Nana's semester exam is coming to an end. Only need to collect assignments from lecturers in lieu of exams. Finished collecting the task Nana intended to go home and meet with Mother and Father who this semester he did not meet. Understandably, it has been a semester Nana did not visit home. Because he had to study hard to be able to adjust to his friends in class.

" So see the electronic exhibition in Java Mall is not it?" Renata seeks certainty.

" If I don't come now? Go straight home first."

" Well.no fun donk ! You're not looking at the labtop?" Naila asked Nana.

" so. But I haven't told you the same Mother. The money in my savings isn't enough either."

" What about you, May?" Renate.

" I'm following him. I will buy it also still waiting for liquid scholarship funds. Hehe."

" It's good, May, yesterday can buy books that must be exhausted. Here, even given rations to buy labtop also turns out." Nana was envious, why did she not find out about the scholarship.

" Hehehe. Rizki Sholeh's son, Na." May never boasted of her scholarship. For him to be able to go to college already grateful, because of the circumstances of his parents who are not financially able.

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" Getting things in the room already. The luggage is. Dhuhur prayer. Eat already. What else is it? I think something's weird." He was on his motorcycle.

" Aren't you wearing a helmet?" Excited Naila who chose to accompany Nana rather than take a walk to the Mall with others.

" Oh yes ! Pantes feels there is less. Haha." Actually Nana felt a little nervous, because this was the first long trip for Nana, using a motorcycle alone.

Nana got off the motorcycle, went back up the stairs to the room to pick up the Helmets and also a hand T-shirt to protect her skin from the sun in broad daylight.

" Not a mask?" Naila asked again when Nana was back. Because on the road they will meet with air pollution that is not good for health.

" Us. Don't put it in the bag."

" Pake all of you." Naila felt nervous beyond Nana's own nervousness. He also learns that this is the first long trip for Nana, who must compete with handsome trucks, trontoons, intercity buses and others on the highway.

" Bismilbornrohmanirrokhim..." Nana started pulling gas slowly on the right handlebar of her matic motorcycle.

They also started the journey. After a few kilos of mileage, Nana begins to comfortably drive after Naila. He even recalled his conversation with Zen this morning via a short message. Which provoked him to smile.

" Hehe." How would he react if he knew I suddenly came home? He said he would pick me up if I came home.

Loh, mbak Naila kok pull over. Realizing, Nana pulled over her motorcycle.

" Why, Ma'am?" Opening the glass helmet.

" In front is a fork, I want to turn. You're not papa alone?"

" Yes, Ma'am. Nghak. Thanks yeah..." Nana reached out her right hand to shake Naila's hand.

" Ebuah... Hehe. " Nana and Naila cipika-cipiki using isarat.

" Us. There you go first. Careful huh?"

" yes. Be careful too, Mbak Nay. Assalamu'alaikum." Nana waved the farewell bunches, then passed leaving Naila.

" Greetings wa'alikum." Replying to the wave of Nana's hand that had moved away from before her.

Naila was still silent, staring at the streets that had swallowed the existence of Nana.

My feelings are not good... Why yes?

Naila took a deep breath and threw it hard to drive bad thoughts away from her.

Bismillah, I hope all is well.