The Preferred Priest Candidate

Asking for Accountability

The desire to be able to take a nap has failed to get Zen thanks to the fantasy story that Nana listened to him. And now the adhan for prayer time has echoed up in the room, forcing him to move from the bed that is still heavy for him to leave.

" remember Zen... wake up ! " Father's voice from behind the bedroom door.

" No, Sir. " Answer Zen listlessly.

Zen was already sitting on the edge of the bed. But his body that felt still limp, reluctant to rise from there.

" Let's go to the mosque. " The father patiently waited for his son to come out of the room.

Aaaaaaaaaa, Zen ruffled his own hair.

Because he still did not have the spirit to get up, Zen grabbed the cold rolling, even though it had only been a while not feeling his embrace.

" Naughty... Mischievous... Mischievous... " Butting his roll on the mattress a few times before he left it.

Not knowing the purpose and purpose of his actions, because he himself is difficult to understand his current condition. Along with Zen's departure, there was quite loud music in his room. It was as if he was dramatizing the scene that he had just neglected on the bolster that was now lying helpless. Sepi, herself lamented her fate.

I cry, let go

You are leaving from my side of life

You should always know

I am the heart you have hurt

(Rossa - The heart you hurt)

The sound of music that accompanies the lyrics of the song a picture of the guling's heart (if it does have a heart) was sourced from a neighboring television that was just turned on at full volume, he said, to be able to disguise the sound of ashar adhan that has not finished reverberating.

***

Brum... Brum... The sound of a motorcycle engine in front of the house. Zen who was sitting leisurely in the living room peeked out the window. Apparently Rif'an had just come with his brother who lives in the city of Semarang.

Zen's gaze focused on the motorcycle that sustains his sweet memories with Nana. It looks dirty and disturbs the view.

" The motor does not need to be entered! Want me to wash. " Pinta Zen when approaching Rif'an and her brother outside the house.

All of you to distract her thoughts and feelings that have been chaotic since last afternoon, Zen thought.

In the spirit of Zen pulling the water hose and preparing a small bucket, m*m* lemon is also a sponge to bathe his motorcycle.

" Motorcycle, Zen. " A girl greets you from the street.

Zen turned his head, saw the daughter of Pak kyai who greeted. Zen returned the girl's smile.

" yes. Where are you going, Mommy? " Politely Zen greeted back.

" Want to Bude's house. Monggo Mas's." Zen nodded. And the girl passed from sight, for she had turned to the house next to the house of Zen's parents.

Zen had finished washing his motorcycle, everything went smoothly.

" Huh, stay in the elap." Zen said relieved, seeing his motorcycle was clean from dust and solid soil attached to the tire.

Ducklings... Ducklings... Elap..., Zen wiped his motorcycle tank with a special rag until it looked shiny, Zen smiled to see it.

" The color is red like the color of a motorcycle Mamam. " Suddenly, Nana's voice blared in her ears which immediately snatched away the smile on Zen's lips.

Zen had just forgotten the red fantasy Nana told him about, because he was busy washing his motorcycle. But now the story is back in the head.

" Yumum! Wait retaliation. " She said softly, but full of emphasis.

" Why Mas? " Tanya Rif'an who appeared with Kiara, the daughter of her older sister.

" Here Kiara equals lek Zen sir. " Reaching Kiara from Rif'an's sling

" Aren't Zen finished? "

" Us. Stay asleep, you're the one who keeps going, right? My hand is a little sore. " liks. Not his hands are troubled. It's just that vision is being traumatized a little bit by something red.

***

After the magrib prayer, Nana chose to read a book while lying on her stomach on Tia's mattress. He also had not been able to forget the incident earlier this afternoon completely.

" Aaaaaa, Nana O' On! " His face turned red in shame, remembering what he had done to Zen.

" What are you talking about with your mom? Not weird, right? "

In her memory, she only told him about the bra set Naila showed her. For the details of the story presented to Zen, Nana did not remember it at all. Everything just flowed from her red lips.

Knowing that he only told her about the bra set alone made her, embarrassed. Then what if He remembered that He had already told her fullgar fullgarnya, about the details of the underwear on Zen. Which innocence has been eroded by his actions every time.

" Ahhhh. Why the hell ! My feelings are not calm. " Nana rolled over while covering her face. There's a guilty feeling there.

" It's all because of May being the same as Naila! What kind of friends are they trying? " So question the kind of friendships they've made this year.

Krrieinnggg...

The sound of the cell phone, shocked Nana.

" Mom? " look at the name that appears on the phone screen. " Duh, how is this? " Nana nervously accepted the call.

Nana sat facing the wall, restyling her exposed skirt to make it look neat.

Clik. Nana answered.

" Assalamu'alaikum. " Try to be sweet. Zen is fascinated.

" Ahem. Salam wa'alaikum. " Deheman Zen has dropped Nana mentally.

He attached his head to the wall with the pads of his right arm. Like being on guard in a hide-and-seek game in his childhood.

" What's my mummy again? " Zen asked with his usual intonation.

Uh!

Instantly Nana's feelings turned to relief at the question. Nana had thought that Zen would lecture her all-out on the matter earlier this afternoon. In vain Nana had contemplated the incident, because in fact Zen did not blame him at all.

" Read more books. What else is my mama? " Nana's excited.

" Again willing to hold my mummum accountable, the red one. "

" The red one? " Nana's brain is processing that word.

" Yes the red one, who I want to buy Mumum for Mamam. "

Die me! Suddenly Nana found it difficult to breathe.