The Preferred Priest Candidate

Yank, Rain is Down Again

Every word that Zen spoke to Nana was able to make the girl's heart feel relieved. The mental and mental burden that had been squeezing for a few days now disappeared somewhere. It is a joy to spend time together.

Actually Nana still remembers Zen's message, to say whatever problems he experienced. Especially if it concerns their current relationship. Only, regarding this matter Nana did not have enough confidence to say it. He was not good enough to be next to Zen. But he also felt annoyed, when he imagined the face of Zen who felt sorry for having to choose himself and not the son of Mr. Kiyai who is a recitation of the Qur'an.

" Wait a long time ?" Zen said as he approached Nana to be dragged to the mosque.

After getting out of the tavern, Zen intends to immediately drive Nana home to her boarding house, so that she can immediately rest, because she still has a fever. But Nana instead invites Zen to stop by the mosque, where he makes Zen pungent because of the bribe of batagor on the day of their first meeting. maybe this is one of Nana's tricks in order to buy time together with Zen.

" Mamam's mom's been asking for what the hell, how long ?" His prayers were broken in his old bathroom.

" Begging me not to tell my mumum to be naughty here. Hehe." Nana Manyun, felt no fuss doing the deed that Zen mentioned. " Go home now ?"

" Mom."

" Dalem, my dear Mumum." Nana smile.

" Would you take me to the boarding house first ?" Nana changed her mind again.

" What do you want, Mum?"

" Just want to take a flash. Tomorrow's the weekend, college's off. Now I'm outside too. But if you don't want anything either. Later tonight or not tomorrow let me go there myself."

" If the queen of angels has mentioned desire, yes I can refuse !"

Nana covered her laughter with her hands. He felt that the more days, Zen was getting better at saying words for him. Maybe if someone else said it would feel ordinary. But because this is Zen, a man who is said to be innocent and does not know women before. Making every word of his conversation like a miracle for Nana.

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Not yet at the boarding house of Nana's friend, rain began to fall spatter wet the road and anything that was under the sky. Including that pair of God creatures.

" We take shelter first huh, Mum ?" Because the rain began to fall. Zen was worried, the rain would hurt Nana's body even more.

The once clear sky suddenly dropped rainwater. It seemed like the sky was willing to give her support to Nana's longing feelings towards Zen. And his desire to spend more time with his mother.

" Yes, Mam. We'll go there." Nana pointed to a shop in the area of the market that had closed.

Zen turned his motorcycle to the place Nana pointed. Now they can avoid the increasingly heavy rain, but can not avoid the cold that accompanies the rain. Plus this area is a plateau, higher than the campus area and Nana boarding house.

" Mum didn't come down?" Feeling Nana not moving from her position on the motorcycle.

" I don't want to be away from you, Mom." While leaning his head that felt dizzy on Zen's back. And handed him the helmet he was wearing.

O Allah, forgive me and my Mother for this sin. Zen's heart was worried, but his body felt comfortable with what Nana was doing right now.

O Allah, I have tried to make it lawful for me. But you have not opened the way for me. Complaining to get relief.

Zen didn't know if Nana was doing that because her head was heavy. All he knows is that Nana wants to be with him.

Because the dizziness in Nana's head had subsided, he chose to get off the Zen motorcycle and sit in the role of the store. On top of the ceramic sticking out from behind the closed rollingdoor.

Huh, what an atmosphere is this ! Zen stood near the motorcycle while smiles permeated the atmosphere created thanks to the song. Nana is just ordinary.

" Mom, sit here." Nana patted the ceramic beside her. " Why pacing there?"

" Why so cold, Mum."

Nana pulled eucalyptus oil out of her backpack, "Here I olesin."

Without permission, Nana flicked the jacket and the daleman Zen wore up, to the chest.

" Anglish, Mum!" Zen giggled, tasting amusedly as Nana applied her stomach eucalyptus oil.

For a long time my virginity can be eroded because of you, Mum ! Things he couldn't say to Nana.

" Here, go first! Let's not catch a cold, Mum." Continuing to apply eucalyptus oil on Zen's back.

Presumably Nana still does not realize if her attitude is out of bounds, because it has felt the body of the opposite sex even in public areas. But it seems Nana is just following her maternal instinct, which is so deftly giving her handling when she hears Zen complaining of coldness.

" Done." Said Nana while tidying up the Zen clothes that He had just flicked. " Eh !" Nana looked at Zen's face that turned red.

What did I finish anyway??? Look at her shaking hands. Not because of the cold, but because of the action that has just been done by the hand with the remnants of oil that is still attached.

Nana drew her seat, opposite from Zen's seat. He felt ashamed of himself and the people who were next to him. Realize the bad deeds he has done.

" Thank you, my angel." Zen said to the treatment he had received. Even if it embarrassed him.

" Mam, I don't want to be an angel."

" What's the matter, Mum?" Zen turned to look at Nana who still had not changed position.

" I want to be just like you, Mom." Zen still did not know the direction of this conversation. " If I'm an angel, then the marriage will be the same as tarub not the same as you, dear."

MashayAllah... Zen bit his finger that was clenched into one.

He would not if his mouth let out a sound. Because whatever word will come out of there will only invite the attention of people around.

Zen tightened his sitting distance with Nana, feeling warm. Either because of the eucalyptus oil that runs in his body or because of the air from Nana's body that still has a fever.

" If you don't want to be my angel then what do you want to be, Mum?"

" So Zen 'mrs !" Nana said in a spoiled tone, blinking her eyes in front of Zen.

Aaaaaaaaa. I thought my pain was my toughest test. I was wrong, God ! Because now I realize, if my real test is the person in front of me right now !