The Preferred Priest Candidate

A Love Letter From Zen

Nana slid her foot in the head of the great mosque of Demak. The mosque is very famous for its history. And become one of the favorite places for pilgrims from inside and outside the city. And because of its location in front of the city square, this mosque is never empty of visitors.

Zen has returned to carrying two bottles of drinks with different types in hand. He offered both drinks to Nana. Nana chose the water, because before leaving she was likely to reflect, to forget the drinking water bottles that she used to carry everywhere.

" Crazy right? Try it to be carried." Given the vast courtyard of this mosque, Nana instead recklessly walked without help. " Have his legs hurt?" Sit next to Nana.

" In the courtyard of the mosque many people, yes time will be carried by a man. What the fuck am I?"

" A perverted girl who likes to seduce me." Zen pushed Nana's shoulder with his shoulder.

" What !" Pinching Zen waist.

" Aaauu. Didn't Nana ask, I'm a girl what? I've helped answer, too, still pinching. Hehe."

A lot of what they talk about while waiting for the mosque bedug to be sprinkled, marked when the prayer dhuhur arrived. Starting from the story about themselves, until the Zen story that is attached to buying a car when the economy is still very weak. But circumstances forced him. Where the circumstances of the father who must be riwa-riwi referred to the hospital, need a car to facilitate transportation.

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Finished performing the dhuhur prayer in a separate place with Zen, Nana interjected her foot song that felt flattered, in a corner of the female-only prayer place.

Remembering the white envelope Zen gave her while in the car. Nana could no longer bear to not open it because of her curiosity. And also too tired, to play guess what it is about.

" Paper ?" It's like receiving a permit from a schoolgirl only inward Nana.

So this is really a letter ? The way Nana crammed the fused two-sheet paper, was like reading the proclamation text in a flag ceremony.

To you, my aunt candidate,

Nalal Muna's.

" Eh, does he really know my full name?" Shocked, Nana silenced her gaping mouth with her left hand.

" Just read the title and it's hard."

And forgive me for not being able to give you a beautiful story.

So, are you willing to help me to make a beautiful story with me as you wish ?

Until this recited Nana who was originally a cry had shed tears because she was filled with Zen words.

You are the first woman to fill my life, not that I am waiting for the second, third or so.

By Allah, you are the only woman in my prayer. Which I always ask Him to make you the perfecter of my religion. And make you a friend to spend the rest of my life.

Are you ready for that, my future Master ?

Nana buried her face in her left arm, because she was unable to control the tears that continued to flow rapidly. But he also laughed happily getting a love statement that had never been imagined before.

He read the contents of a love letter from Zen, having managed to control the turbulent emotions of course.

When you want me to express love to you, there is worry in my mind. Because I am not a man who is good at stringing beautiful words for you to hear, let alone talk about the word love.

For to me the most beautiful word series in the world is the word kabul ijab, which I will say in your name. By shaking your hand and then passed by the witness of course.

" Yyyyyyyyy. Not good at stringing up words? Your writing has made me think I know." Maki Nana on the white paper in her grip. Naturally, if anyone sees Nana, they will think that Nana is possessed. Because for a while crying, briefly laughing and now mengedumel himself in the corner of the room.

*And remember that my a** will always be ready to say that sentence for you, at any time when you are ready to hear it*.

Who will always be faithful, waiting,

Imams Candidate.

After reading, Nana kissed a white paper containing a statement of love that exceeded her expectations. Want to jump to vent happiness, but what power. His feet that were still in the cast were unable to fulfill his wish.