The Preferred Priest Candidate

I Love You Imamku Candidate

Zen searches for Nana's whereabouts. He waited a long time at the place where he was sitting with Nana.

" Well at this moment why my stomach even mules."

Because Nana has not appeared yet, Zen finally decided to go to the toilet for a while.

Just as his hand opened the toilet door, Zen's phone rang. He took the cell phone he kept in his pants pocket. Although in a hearty stomach, Zen still mengubris calls on his phone, just in case something important.

" From mbak Nana...! Poor thing, he must be running after me." See the name 'mom Nana' appear on the phone screen. Of course Zen immediately received the call wherever he was, even in the toilet. " Well..." Not being in a condition to give greetings. " Mr Nana..." Zen looks at the screen of the phone, making sure there is or is not a signal that connects their voice. Because there is no voice from the phone. " Sir, I'm lag..." Not finished with his sentence, Zen heard Nana's words that were like stopping time in this world.

" I love you.., my future priest." Nana shouted from the end of the phone.

" What, mbak?" Zen's voice coincides with the voice of the tut.

Nana just cut the phone off. Without giving Zen a chance to reconfirm the sentence he just said.

So clear is the sentence "I Love you, my future imam" said in Zen's eardrum. It felt stacked filled the thinking room, to make it no longer know what the purpose is in the toilet.

Zen is still standing with the phone still in his grasp. His matan noticed his own shadow which was like a fool in the reflection of the ceramic walls of the toilet. While his mind was digesting what he had just experienced.

Without doing anything in the toilet, Zen came out to meet Nana immediately. To hold him accountable for what he has just experienced. But when he approached Nana who was sitting in her place waiting, Nana was cool to talk on the phone with who.

Zen also sat next to Nana despite being chouwekin. She waited for Nana to end her phone in silence.

" Where are you?" Nana asked after ending her phone connection with a innocent face to Zen.

" Hmm." Do you know what it feels like to be dropped hard after being made to soar as high as possible? That's how Zen feels now.

Oh yes ! Make me go to the toilet because my stomach mules. Zen could remember.

" Why are you more lustful than I am!"

" Hehe. But you want to if I really want to kiss?" Flirting while flickering her lashes is balanced with a sweet smile.

" Ahhhh. I'm limp." Zen's body was squeezing.

" Why?" Nana instead of worrying became curious. Because he knows the weakness of Zen is just made up.

" Because it's the same as Nana."

" What's the matter?" If that's what Nana knows.

" Yes, can't stand it."

" Can't stand why?" Not wanting to misunderstand again, Nana wants more explanation.

" Hish, you little boy ! Not bad." Menjewer both cheeks Nana, pull right dance left venting the anxiety that was too late because of the actions of Nana. " Who's on the phone?" Removing her hands from Nana's smooth cheeks, gave her a chance to answer.

" Brother Azam. Temen classmate." Holding the cheek of Zen's hand.

" Oh, the guy with the XX motorcycle, the black color, the rim racing golden color. Which brings you to the boarding house when I'm there, right?" Zen guessed with excitement.

Nana turned her head slowly and glanced her eyes at Zen. Can't believe Zen's words are very on target.

That's Zen deck eyes, what cat eyes are spies anyway? I'm the one who is often piggybacked by Azam using his motorcycle, do not know nyampe detel it really ! Nana shudders, worried that maybe all this time her life on campus is supervised by Zen.