The Preferred Priest Candidate

Love and Love

The month of Ramadan is almost over. The college holidays are almost over. But the story of Nana and Zen is just beginning. And arguably their relationship is still in its warm-warm mass.

Nana had just been carried away from her sleep, when muezzin echoed the adhan duhur using loudspeakers in the mosque and also in the mosque-mushola.

He had not yet washed the face of his pillow, but in Nana's mind had come up with the idea to prank Zen through a short message.

" My dear..." So he wrote, which he sent directly to Zen.

What will she bales? Nana smiled at her nosy smile.

***

Zen is the same. He had just opened his eyes after hearing the dhuhur adhan accompanied by the sound of incoming messages ringing from his phone.

After yesterday afternoon Zen managed to invite Ngabuburit Nana in the urban area. Mau said the date is not good, because it is still in the atmosphere of Ramadan. Which led to Zen's forcing on Nana to choose clothes, in preparation for the arrival of the Eid al-Fitr holiday. To make them forget time. I didn't realize the night was getting late. And this is the result, they spend half their day just to sleep.

" My dear..." Zen's eyes, which were also wide like Nana's, widened to read the incoming message.

This is the first time, Nana called Zen that name. Even so happy, Zen to bite the bolster that was still in his arms. Prevent his laughter from being heard by his family. Because Zen felt, every movement of his movement now will only be used as gossip material by people throughout his house.

Astagfirullah hal adzim... Take off his bite on the bolster. Zentersadar if He is fasting.

" What bales?"

Because he was not able to think anymore, Zen also tried to find inspiration elsewhere.

Byurr... The sound of water falling down on Zen's body. Although it has moved into the bathroom, which people say is the most popular place to find inspiration. But still Zen has not been able to find a suitable nickname to express his love for Nana.

" Dalem, my love..." Zen replied after finishing dhuhur prayer.

With all the pride He had, Zen typed in a message that He immediately sent to Nana. Because he must have waited a long time for this reply. And Zen hopes that Nana will like her nickname, just as much as she likes Nana's calls.

Clunting. Hearing his phone ring, Zen immediately threw the whistle he had just used to perform prayers. No matter where the boil will fall, because he only wants to be able to read Nana's reply while laying down comfortably on the mattress.

Zen also let his alphabet lie just like cold tiled. He already doesn't care about anything, except being able to read Nana's message in the most comfortable position possible. Who knew he needed a bolster for him to hug, because he felt anxious with Nana's reply which was timid because of his reply.

" Ma'af, Deck. I sent it wrong." Reply from Nana.

The Zen phone is released from the hand. Falling on his flat stomach. Not flat because I am running a fasting mother. But because of the many heavy activities Zen does, make the shape of his stomach flat and tight, but not to give rise to the form of mosque boxes, charity boxes, voice boxes, lunch boxes, garbage boxes, and so on, and donation boxes. Short word no sixpack. While both his hands pegged in the same position when he was still holding his cellphone.

Tersadar, Zen menjatuhkan kedua tangannya diatas dada, lalu mengelusnya dengan teratur. Agar jantungnya yang baru saja mendapat syok terapi dari Nana itu menjadi lebih tenang dalam menghadapi kenyataan pahit ini.

" Patience.patience.the fasting person is indeed a lot of trials. Patience..." Zen had already swiped his stomach.

Because remember the words of the previous Javanese. That patient person is "dowo gut'e" (length of intestines). Therefore, Zen now turned to stroking the stomach. Who knows, his intestines will be longer. So that he can also become more patient in dealing with the actions of Nana.