The Preferred Priest Candidate

Milk and Ginger

Arriving at Nana's friend's boarding house, it rained again a little longer. Trapping Nana and Zen to buy their time there even longer. And only able to leave the boarding house after the adzan magrib reverberated.

" Cold, Mum." Need hug.

Nana said she felt the night wind raining down on her body, as Zen motorcycles came out of the residential area towards the highway.

" Same, Mum. " It needs a hug.

" Why, Mam? " Nana was confused, why Zen stopped the speed of his motorcycle on the side of the road.

Zen unzipped the pockets of his jacket. Which are on the lower right and left front side.

" Try herein' Mumum's hand."

He'd never want to make me swoop in from behind. Nana's chest shook.

During this time Nana only dared to hold on to the jacket or clothes worn by Zen, while berbonconggan using a motorcycle. Never once had Nana held onto Zen's waist, let alone hugged him. So it's only natural that Nana's pounding about it.

Zen who was feeling impatient, pulled both of Nana's hands in turn. Grasping it then he put it in his jacket pocket at the same time.

" Warm, Mum ? " Tanya Zen's.

What was I thinking? A hug? Nana drowned her smile on Zen's back.

" Nggeh. " How not to warm. Although already in the jacket pocket, Zen's hand still did not want to let go of his grip there.

Just holding hands just feels warm, let alone a hug.

Or maybe not because of the touch of the hand that warms their bodies, but because of the burning feeling of love in the hearts of both who are working there.

" What do you want to eat? Let's all take some medicine." Zen reminded something Nana had forgotten, medicine.

" What a thing, Mama. The important thing is to eat it just like you. "

" Present... So make me more males come home! " Filled with Nana's words.

" Yes, if I said so, the important thing is to eat the same tea bottle s*sr*, and then say again ad." The romantic conversation between the two was immediately lost.

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Zen stopped at a very crowded angkringan will customers who sit scattered on a mat held in front of the closed shop headquarters. After previously he stopped at the gas station, refueling and also hitchhiking the magrib prayer there with Nana.

" Mumum sat there first." Pinta Zen, before He approached the seller.

In front of Nana various fried foods and other snacks neatly arranged. Including quail egg satay that always tempts his eyesight. But this time he had to swallow it first. It would be unethical to eat first without Zen.

While the one he was waiting even chatted fun with the seller, while occasionally smiling when looking at Nana.

" Mad, three sodas milk huh." Said one of the new buyers. End the conversation between the seller and Zen.

But it doesn't make Zen just come back to being, uh wrong. To the place where Nana left him. Instead, he was seen helping the seller make drinks.

Nana looked at Zen walking towards her with two glasses of white drinks in her hand.

You know that I like milk.

" It's for Mumum." Then sit next to his mummy.

" thank you. Who is that, Mom ? How are you familiar with Mamam? " Start sipping a warm drink brought by Zen. " Yes."

Why is there a taste of ginger ! Between wanting to swallow and spit out drinks that are still lodged in the mouth.

" Why, Honey ? Warmth ? " Nana shook her head. " Not good, huh? I made it myself." Nana immediately swallowed a small amount of water in her mouth.

" It's delicious! " Nana smiled, rubbing her tongue against the roof of her mouth many times. So that the pain immediately disappears.

" Mommy likes ginger root tah?"

" yes. Moreover, drink it when the rain ends kayak gini. Does it feel warm in the body ? "

Nana nodded. Not warm, but more accurately called the heat that He felt to the crown. Like he was fighting his emotional war.

" What does Mamam really do? " Catch the quail egg satay that he has been chasing since.

To neutralize the heat left in the mouth.

" The buyer is told to make his own. He said again I'm losing the buyer."

" Did Mamam know the seller?" Ask for the umpteenth time.

Nana tried to be reasonable when sipping another ginger milk drink in front of her. To be seen by Zen if He enjoys the drinks that He has made.

" He's a friend at the dipesantren."

" That means Maman's been here a lot, huh?" Nana curious. Because angkringan is in the campus area.

" Just this once, same Mumum. It's been a long time since I got out of the pesantren not meeting him. Continued recently I met, keep telling me that he married the Semarang people. Trus makes angkringan in this area." Pointing to the seller, who is invisible to Nana.

" So actually I did not intend to make Mamum here. But because I saw him at a glance again snagging drinks over there. I'm not a stranger, so I'm trying samperin."

Mamam's instincts really jos ! Remember when Zen mentioned the characteristics of Azam and his motorcycle. Even if I have only ever seen it from ignorance.

" Oh... " Nana sipped her drink again.

Actually, Nana does not really like ginger-based drinks. Because it will just leave the heat and make his mouth feel numb. But with the power of love that He has, Nana sips again and again, so that the milk wedang ginger concoction Mamamnya can soon run out. In addition to appreciating the drink Zen made, He also tried to familiarize himself with what his future priest liked. So that he could make it himself with his hands.

" Mom. "

" Dalem's. " Nana looked at Zen's serious-looking face.

" Look at this ginger milk, I'm so curious about us, Mum."

" That means, Mam ?"

" Look at this ginger. " Zen scoops a segment of ginger that He deliberately added in his glass, to show Nana.

" Although it has many benefits and uses, but many people do not like the same taste. Especially to make drinks like this."

Hehe. Yes, my mother, including me. In the Inner Nana.

" Look at this milk. Its existence is able to disguise the presence of ginger. Ginger that tastes spicy, becomes delicious because. And make this wedang so much in demand among many. So do we." Zen stopped his speech with a mouthful of ginger milk in front of him.

" What does ginger milk have to do with us, Mam ? "

He wants to munchalin me, doesn't he? Nana enthusiastically awaits the next kaliamat.

" Before I knew Mumum, I was like this ginger. While the existence of Mumum is like milk. So a complement that's capable of making the whole sweet and beautiful story of my life."

" Mamam please help !!!! This is why my heart is so frenzied as a gini? " With holding the chest.

" Mr Haaaathimmm." A sneezing sound that almost coincided from Nana and Zen while both of them were laughing.

Zen directed his sneeze backwards. Nana covered her arm with both hands.

Alhamdulillahot. Nana.

Alhamdulillahot. Zen.

" Yarhamu kallah." We ask God for mercy at the same time. Laughing from shame is the same.

" Mum, that's it. " Pointing the Id-card in Nana's hand. Then check his pockets to be sure again.

Realizing that he had been caught, Nana hid her hand holding Zen's Id-card. He had intended to return it on the way home to the boarding house, but what happened was even unexpected like this.

I haven't seen his birth date yet. Curious about the age of her husband.

When his hand was on Zen, he felt rubbing against something there. Because of curiosity he also touched them one by one. Then take two of them when Zen stops in front of angkringan, which turns out to be a SIM-card and Id-card.

" Hehehe." Laughter shy Nana.

" Here, Mum." Zen tried to take. He was embarrassed, if Nana saw his picture that was not worth seeing on the cards.

" dark, Mum. I haven't seen. " Nana defended herself.

There was a scene of seizing in angkringan. No matter how many eyes turn to Mamam and Mumum are being drunk on love. Including the angkringan owner who was none other than Zen's old best friend, he shook his head up to three times while smiling.

Kang Zen's... Kang Zen's... Shame to see his friend.

Why was I the same as my wife... Between envy and spite.