The Preferred Priest Candidate

Takbir Mursal (Takbir Keliling )

Allah Akbar... Allah Akbar... Allah Akbar...

The sound of takbir echoed everywhere. A sign of the joy of the Muslims in welcoming the Eid al-Fitr.

" Mom, Adek to Pakde's house. All those who are into Zakat." Pamit Nana after performing Isya's prayers'.

Nana walked towards Pakde's house which was located just beside her own house. A group of guys who were in the house, staring at Nana. They whispered to each other to welcome him.

" Daughter..." As soon as they call Nana on a whirl.

" What's a ?" Nana ketus's.

" Puck here." One of them patted the floor, allowing Nana to sit down.

" Yumoh ! Week." Nana went straight to the house of Pakdenya as the imam of the mosque and guru najai, to hand over zakat as well as sukkeman.

That is the reason why Sholeh proposes the tradition that is currently carried on in his family. Sholeh wants her and her sisters to do their first sungkem only to Father and Mother, before they can singkem or halal bi halal with others.

On the last day of the fasting month, Nana and her family carry out a tradition that has been going on for several years. That is to open together at Father Mother's house, followed by the congregational magrib prayer and then ended with the songkeman ritual. This time led by the Word due to the absence of Grace and Sholeh when the ritual takes place.

After completing the ritual, the Word who came only with Raka because of the condition of Yuni who had just given birth to her second child a few days ago, came home to pay for zakat. So did Hafid and his little family. Leaving Nana was also her master's person who was tired of preparing their large meal menu. Because Dinda and Hafid chose the task of cleaning Mom's father's house.

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After Nana's group of girls got together, they joined a group of guys who teased her earlier. Yes, most of the guys who teased Nana earlier were her own cousins, who were usually gathered in the Pakde house at the night of the meeting. In addition to watching the mursal takbir parade held in the village, they also use this moment to share stories to be laughed at together. Because in ordinary days they cannot do it with their respective busyness.

" Yes remember!" He said to the young man who was his classmate while still in elementary school.

" He said he likes you, Yank!" Whisper sister cousin Nana inelinganya. Who likes to call him that.

" Huh!" Indeed, Nana had never had an interest in having a relationship with the youth in her village. When it comes to Zen, the story is different.

It's been a secret in Nana village. Because people always talk about the people who come to apply for Nana, even though they never know what she is now like, all of that can not be separated from the social status of the family and also the private house owned by Nana who was deliberately built by her parents to fulfill her childhood dreams Nana.

The sound of takbir seaborne accompanied by dramband was heard more and more clearly. The sign of the mursal takbir parade held by the village will soon pass through the group of young men and women.

Nana closed her mouth, when she saw who was walking the front of the procession while carrying a red and white flag that fluttered in her hand. He waved his hand stealthily upon noticing Nana's whereabouts. Seeing the timid wave of hands that raises a prank idea in Nana's mind.

" Emuah.emmuah..." Nana stuck her right hand on her lips and kept it away repeatedly.

The flag-bearer's youth was pecking at the spot, like the long-range kiss poisoning launched by Nana. Making a row of banner bearers right behind hit him, which was then followed by another collision behind him again. Instantly the parade party came to a halt, becoming a little chaotic thanks to him.

Realizing the cause of the chaos, simultaneously the accompaniment behind the flag-bearer youth who was none other than Zen, cheered him in crowds. While Nana who did not want to be held accountable for the chaos that occurred, ran into the Pakdenya house leaving a group of people with big question marks in their heads, in the house of Pakde.

As they know, Nana has rejected Zen's proposal.

" Look out for you, Mum!" Fortunately, the dimness of the street lamp can disguise the shame on Zen's face.