The Preferred Priest Candidate

Over Dosage?

Finally came the day that Nana was waiting for. Holidays before the holiday of Eid al-Adha, Eid al-Haji or Lebaran Qurban. Nana can't wait to get home soon, meeting Rahmad and Sholeh's small family, who arrived from Lampung two days ago. In exchange for their absence on Eid al-Fitr yesterday.

Tin... Tin..., the sound of a motorcycle horn on the street of the boarding house, Nana peeked out from behind the window of her room.

" No one is. " Nana circulated her gaze from end to end of the street. But he did not find anyone waiting.

There was a hint of disappointment slipping in his heart. Because after passing through dark days filled with tears, finally came also today. The day he met someone he missed so much.

" aww! " Peekik Nana accompanied the ringing of a mobile phone lying on the mattress.

Maybe because the phone ringing sound had made his gaze diverted for a while, until unconscious when his right hand pulled the window shutters hard to lock again, he forgot that the other fingers were still holding on to the outer frame.

Nana shook her left hand which became numb because it was stuck in the window.

Clunting.

The sign of a message entered shortly after the phone ring ended without having received it.

Nana checked the message that just came in with teary eyes. Not because of bad news, but because of the pain in the fingers that began to feel spread.

" Mamam was already kost nyampe, darling. " So that sentence Nana read on the phone screen.

Like a magical message, besides being able to erase the pain in the finger, the message was like giving two large wings on Nana's back. Until making Nana able to squat with a spit to the first floor, where Zen is now waiting for him.

Mamam, your mummy is coming...

***

Zen just got off the motorcycle, as Nana ran down the stairs leading to him.

" My dear... " Excited Nana who kept running while stretching out her hands.

" Yumum! " Switch Zen.

Zen didn't know what to do. Whether he should stretch out his hand to welcome the stretch of Nana's hand that is getting closer to him or better avoid.

I want to, but I'm even guilty of sin. Zen in the heart.

The fact that he is currently unable to become Nana as a muhrim, makes him drown in difficult choices.

A deep longing led Zen to close his eyes and slightly spread out his hands. The feeling of not having the heart to see Nana disappointed also played an important role there.

Just this once, O God...

" dear... Momum... Emmuahis... Emoj... "

Aye?

Zen opened his eyes slightly, peeking at what was really going on. Because he can't feel anything. A hug or a kiss from Nana.

" Did! " Kick off the motorcycle wheel next to him.

Upset mixed with the shame Zen felt at once. It turns out that Nana passed by herself, and chose the red she was driving to land her hug and kiss.

" We are not yet muhrim... " Say Nana said.

" Udah know not yet muhrim, but instead fishing "Did not look with Nana eyes.

Nana pulls up Zen's jacket sleeve,

" It turns out Mamam also wants a hug Mumum tah? " Nana smiled seductively. Even though Zen still did not want to look at him. " here... Right here... " With his arms out as before.

" No way! Mamam time is given the provision of motor tanks. " Answer Zen firmly.

Zen smiled, glancing at his unconscious who still had not stopped laughing.

" O God, Mum ! " Zen's eyes caught the blood dripping from Nana's finger. Grabbing it. " What's this gonna do, honey? "

" Look, there's blood. " Because he forgot his pain, Nanapun did not notice if his finger was bleeding. " So the window clamp. ".

Without disgust, Zen sucks Nana's finger so her blood can stop coming out. And it turns out to be true, it's very effective. In addition to making his blood stop flowing, it also instantly healed his wounds. It was just that the side effects of the method Zen used were simply too great. Nana's face suddenly turned red and her heart was beating faster than before. Could the symptoms suggest that Nana is overdosing? I don't know...

" Oh duh...my stomach is suddenly so mules huh? " Said Renata who just came home from the stall.

Thank God, I can see that boy is normal like this.

" Sister. " Zen greeted Renata.

Apart from being the trman Nana who opened the gate for him, Zen also recognized Renata as a friend of Nana who had sent him a message that night.

***

" This is Mas. " Rif'an hands Zen a new phone. " The SIM-card is already in. I've filled the internal package as well as I list it in the chat application as well so I can vidiocall the same Mbak Nana. "

A few days ago Zen's phone plunged free into the times as he was heading towards the pond using a boat. Although it has been dive, but the phone is still not found. For that, he asked his sister to buy a cell phone while managing the creation of a new SIM-card with his old number and today finally came his order.

Vidiocall and Mamum? Zen looked at his sister, listening to Rif'an's explanation well despite not knowing his point.

" That means the phone contact is still empty? "

" I've entered a number. Including the number Mas Firman, but the number Mbak Nana I do not know, Mas. " Rif'an explanation, super understanding sister.

" Yes, it's okay. "

I already know I like the simple, even buy the HP that I believe gini. Dare not to protest against his sister directly.

After Rif'an came out of his room, Zen tried to tap, stroking the screen of his new phone. Despite the hassles with a phone without a keyword button like his previous, Zen still tried to contact Word to ask for Nana's mobile number. Because that number is the most important among the numbers that ever fill the telephone contact.

Clunting.

" There's an incoming message! " Zen immediately tapped on the notification that suddenly appeared on the screen along with the voice earlier.

" Assalamu'alaikum Mas Zen, this is Renata. I'm sorry if I sassy this Nana HP. But I can't bear to see Nana being a loner and crying every night. And don't want to tell me what the problem is. So I think only Mas Zen can help him. Ma'af once again if I've interrupted Mas Zen's time. Wassalam´s. " The long message that meets the screen of Zen's new phone.

Before deciding to contact Nana, Zen asks Rif'an to teach her to do the vidiocall as he talked about earlier. That way Zen can see how Nana is currently.