The Preferred Priest Candidate

He's Aisyah

Nana's body felt weak. He was sitting in his place again. Although he was unable to escape, Zen still held his hand tightly. Because Zen Maumeny solved the problem with Nana right now.

" A acquaintance used to be there, same Nana's bulek." Zen gave his bidadari the code to get closer to Nana.

A bull? Nana raised her face that had bowed lethargic.

Aging also him, why tell me to call me Bulek? He no longer knew what Zen had in mind.

The girl's face does look more mature than Nana, "Yes look out, her hands are off first." Separating Zen's hand from Nana's.

" Buckles." The girl extended her hand to Nana while smiling.

With sincerity of heart and the remnants of energy that was drained, because it resisted emotional turmoil. Nana returned a helping hand and also a smile from the girl.

" Uh." Nana was shocked that the girl pulled her hand and kissed.

" I'm Ayesha, Bulek. His nephew, Zen man."

" Huh ?!" Nana closed her mouth in disbelief. " really?" Looked at Zen. Zen agreed with a smile.

" Do you know me on purpose?" Finally her tears spilled. But this time it was a tear of happiness for Nana.

" What's the matter?" Aisyah felt confused by the two humans next to her.

" She said you were her affair." Lies. That was Nana's own assumption.

" Huh?" Aisyah looked at Zen, still with a confused face. " How could Paklek !" Hit Zen's arm. Not accept it has been used as material to lie to Nana.

" aw. When the hell was Mum, I told you she was my affair? You're the one who..."

" Yes, you said that."

Nana smiled shyly and chose to bestow her own misunderstanding on Zen. That indeed from the beginning never said anything about Aisha. He did not explain or deny the charges that Nana made against him.

" If I want to cheat, I'll be picky too, Mum !"

" What?!" Nana and Aisyah compact.

Aisyah is a plain girl whose behavior is also very soft speech. Mirrors of solo java girl. It is very close to Zen.

" Come Bulek, let's tickle the Zen paklek." Say Aisyah who knows exactly the weakness of Zen, which is very sensitive to touch.

" Come on." Nana was excited, because she wanted to vent her frustration today.

Zen had already managed to escape before those itchy hands were swaying his body.

" Zen's time to pick me up at the cottage. He showed me about Nana's bull."

" Exhibit, what?"

" Exhibit, say if you have a beautiful girlfriend college kids, nothing compared to me. Uh, it turns out to be really pretty. I am a less ! Hehe."

" Haha. Don't take it ! Nyambi school lodge what is just najai, Dek?" Nana's tongue is still hard to call Ayesha by the name of Dek.

" You hafalin the Qur'an?" Nana was amazed.

" God willing, Bulek. Ask for her."

That's why Zen likes to call Aisyah an angel. Only limited expression for the greatest pride of feeling towards Aisha, the prospective memorizer of the Qur'an. He was the first child of his first brother. And also his first nephew who had the determination to memorize the Qur'an.

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Nana's feeling was so relieved. The burden that had been like squeezing him now disappeared. As Aisyah disappeared from before her. Nana cleaned her clothes that had been soiled stuck in sand everywhere. Nana began to watch her appearance, so that when she met Zen again, there were still remnants of her beauty that He could show Zen.

After a while Nana waited, Zen did not appear again in that place. Nana decided to go back to the boat to pick up the food she had prepared for Zen.

" My dear mother..." Nana ran over to Zen who was coming from the opposite direction.

Pluks. A beach hat landed on Nana's head in front of Zen.

" Beautiful, my Mum." Zen smiled as Nana looked at him while holding the brim of the hat.

Actually, the hat has been Zen prepared since this morning. When he got on the island, he saw the hat seller who made him imagine how beautiful the hat if worn by Nana. But because Nana continued to avoid it, only now can He give it.

" My mom..." My priest.

" Yes, my Mum." My makmum.

Since returning home from looking at the children of the Word, Nana and Zen used that name to get along with each other . Which eventually became a favorite name until now, because it is also more comfortable than the previous calls namely Mbak and Adek. A name that may sound strange to others who hear.

" Oh, I'm accusing you of nothing." Nana admitted her mistake.

" Mom." Zen held both of Nana's hands gently. " Consider this as a lesson ahead. Especially when we've built a house." If there is a problem, whatever it is, do not conclude it yourself. Don't hold your own. Let's talk about it, so that the problem is quickly resolved and does not become protracted like this."

" Yes." Yeah." Nana felt guilty.

" Mum, still remember the same words Mumum herself. If from now on we should not let our two parents interfere in our relationship again. Although they are the ones who open this path, but in the end we will live it. Remember ?"

Nana had indeed uttered that phrase to Zen. At that time Nana was pouring her anger against Zen after the engagement that was not in accordance with her expectations.

" Yes I'm inget, Mam."

" Therefore need to trust each other, and keep each other's trust, Mum." Zen touched Nana's chin so she could look at her beautiful face.

" Would you, Mum?" Nana nodded

" We know yuk. I got something to make, Mamam."

They joined hands, walking together to the boat to pick up the supplies that Nana had prepared specifically for Zen.

" Ehheeem... " The voice of Deheman sailed from the Word, Hafid and Dinda who were eating on the boat, when they saw Nana and Zen approaching.

Looks shy from the new couple. Just getting better.