The Preferred Priest Candidate

Feel Minder

" Assalamu'alaikum's... " Said Nana, when she was on the doorstep of her parents' house.

" Greetings wa'alaikum. "

After answering the greetings, a crowd of people who were in the house resumed their respective activities. So did Himma and Alfa, the nephew whom Nana missed so much. None of the two ran to welcome the arrival of Nana who had already stretched out both hands to receive a hug.

Nana slammed the helmet and threw her foot while swiping on the floor because she was upset not to give a welcome as expected. He whined, but not the attention he got, but the boisterous sound of laughter that seemed to fill all the spaces in his parents' mansion, including the laughter of Zen standing right behind him.

" Mumum anyway, the fuel of the motor tank directly diobral. "

" A former motor tank??? "

Yes, Nana almost forgot her nosy deed on Zen this morning, in the courtyard of her boarding house. It seems that the law of karma is still very valid on this earth.

" Hehehe. Comeup! " Zen stretched out his hand to help Nana stand up.

" Here goes Zen, let it be Bontot. " Pinta Rahmad, Nana's sister with number one who became her guardian while still living in Lampung.

Bontot is an official nickname intended for Nana who is the youngest child and the only daughter in her family.

" Yes, Mas... "

" There is a Zen! " Seru Raka's.

Unhappy with the difference in welcome he obtained, Nana glanced sharply at Zen who in her eyes had already snatched what should have been her right.

" Here, don't call Mumum! " Nana got up and left Zen.

Unwilling to greet Rahmad, Hafid and the gathered Word, Nana passed into the kitchen. Where her mother and daughters-in-law were chatting while preparing dishes for dinner.

" Mom, look at this... " Nana showed off three hundred thousand bills.

" Where's Dapet from? "

" Same as a candidate-in-law. " Nana answered with complete confidence. Compared to the upside when he received the money, looks shy too shy.

" Huh?? " The crowd was created in the kitchen thanks to Nana originally did not know the shame.

" When did you feel it? " Ask mom.

Unasked, Nana automatically tells her new story to her mother and sisters-in-law. From how he got to Zen's house, incised his father's feet, was fed fruit by his mother and covered with stories of how he earned his allowance on his way home.

" Wih cool! Once a flint of three hundred thousand. It's not in vain that the gmbah down his knowledge as you, Dek. " She said as she emerged from the bathroom.

" Mamas... " Nana immediately jumped onto Sholeh's body, until she staggered to hold Nana's weight.

***

In a different room to Nana, Zen is being interviewed exclusively by Alfa, who just a few minutes ago became acquainted with her.

" Paklek, Paklek is the name Zen Paklek who is it? "

" Yes Zen Paklek anyway, Mas. " Sahut Raka's.

" No. His full name, who? " Alfa nyolot, to make Himma who sat a bit away glanced at him.

" The name of Paklek, Muhammad Maliki Zayn. "

After repeated several times, Raka and Alfa can finally pronounce Zen's full name correctly.

" Why do you call it Zen, not Zayyin? Alah! It's hard to talk about it. " That's what Nana used to question, too, when she saw Zen's full name from the identity card she had secretly taken from her jacket pocket.

Zen laughed in the way Alfa said his name. Even though the time was taught it can mention eloquently.

" Yes it is! Because of the tongue of the Javanese, like you. Zayn spoke his tongue to the twists. So let's not twist anymore, call it Zen. " It looks so convincing in the eyes of Alfa and Raka, the way Zen tells the chronology of the events of his nickname.

Why did the author follow Zen instead of Zayn?

Author of the Javanese manufacturer as well, Kak! Afraid of the twisting thumb also fit again. Hehe.

" I like Zen Paklek, he's funny. " Alfa was honest with how she felt.

" Packlek! Paklek used to meet the same Bulek how after all, how can it be? " Asking with a serious expression.

How does he answer? Zen weighs, wants to answer or just miss this difficult question.

" But if Paklek says, my Bulek is not beautiful? " I can't wait for Zen's answer and choose to move on to the next question.

Zen smiled, only this time he met a child who was this model.

" It's so pretty, like an angel. " That's how Nana looks at Zen.

" Suit... "

" Cuit... " Raka followed the words of Alfa.

" If my place is a lot of boys who like Bulek Nana. Don't know if it's here. "

" You know where, if many guys like Bulek Nana? " With the level that Nana has it is natural that many like it, but it feels Zen is not willing to hear that reality.

" You are! Bulek Nana people often love flowers just like her boyfriend, I know. Isn't that right, Mommy? "

Deg. Zen's feelings become less and less due to the Alpha ramblings about Nana's past.

" What do you know, Dek? " Himma who did not know the previous conversation, because he was too focused on the game on the phone he held.

" Bulek Nana used to get flowers from her boyfriend, right?"

" Oh. That's Mas Ardi. Sometimes chocolate too. If the school, Bulek often escorted with Mas Ardi. " It is more precisely to go to school together, because Ardi is a level brother at Nana school. Himma drew near to Zen. " If Paklek likes to say what Bulek? What flowers are brown? "

Deg deg deg, Zen felt intimidated by Himma's question. Because he never gave chocolate or flowers to his Bulek, he thought not.

" This is the ball, Dek. " Nana appeared carrying the ball that Raka had asked about. " Mamma why? " Nana approaches the listless Zen, "Swept mam'an huh? "

Zen smiled and shook his head. He does not feel tired of his physique, but after hearing the story of Nana's past revealed by Alfa and Himma makes Zen inferior. He questioned himself whether he had given his best to Nana, as the candidate for the priest chosen for her.

Mumm... Mama can promise nothing. But in the future, Mamam will be more trying to understand and make Mumum as happy as Mamam can. Zen in the heart.

Alfa watched Nana and Zen who were facing off. " Cieh... Paklek same Bulek keep looking. "

Nana and Zen's faces changed. For a moment they had forgotten the existence of that one hyperactive and super critical boy.