The Preferred Priest Candidate

Looking for Nana

Seeing the tears running down Nana's cheeks, Zen's feelings grew even more chaotic. He did not want this feeling to affect his concentration anymore. Because with his condition like this, his head feels difficult to be able to think clearly.

Zen pulls out his car and takes it into the courtyard of a mosque he met on the way.

" Mom... " It doesn't get any authorization,

" dear... " Zen repeated his call, but the result was still the same.

Brakes. The sound of a car door being slammed by Zen as it came out, leaving Nana alone inside.

Why is it like this? Is it wrong that I am angry too? Nana shed tears again.

Inwardly, Nana hopes Zen will admit his mistake and try to persuade him to ask for ma'af. But what happened now, Zen instead left himself alone without saying anything.

Nana begins to question Zen, who always forbids her from crying, because it will only hurt her heart. But now with his own mouth he hurt Nana's feelings and made her cry like this.

In another part of the mosque building, Zen was ducking and letting his head get wet under a burst of tap water. He wants to cool his head that feels smoldering. And after enough, Zen turned the head of the faucet until the water stopped dripping on his head.

Astaghfirullah...

Oh God, why am I like this? Why am I making my mummy cry?

By just hearing Nana mention Ardi's name, jealousy that accumulates from the beginning he knows the story of Nana's past is like burning up right then and there. Until he doesn't know what's right and what's wrong. All that remains now is regret.

Before leaving, Zen took the time to take the water of ablution to eliminate the remnants of anger that had mastered him, as taught in the religion of Zen anut, namely Islam.

Zen opened the front door of the car,

" Your mummy? "

Deg. Zen did not find Nana in there. Even Nana's backpack disappeared with the owner.

Not finding the figure of Nana, Zen grabbed his phone that was on the dashboard. He immediately contacted Nana with his phone.

Kriinnggg. Zen immediately looked under the steering wheel. And sure enough, the ringing sound came from the phone that Nana had thrown at her because she did not accept what Zen said.

" Hpnya Mumumum is still here. "

He saw a row of conversations that just appeared, when Zen rubbed the screen of Nana's phone that was still on. And very coincidentally, it was a conversation between Nana and Ardi. Because that name is listed in the top corner of the chat room page. Although he felt no longer concerned with the voicenote that had messed with his mind, but not necessarily Zen can control his finger which continues to shift line by line the conversation down.

" Ma'af yes, Deck. That was my sister's job. They think we're still dating. " Messages with more than twenty laughing emoticons.

" I'm sorry Mamam, Mum! Mamm wrong. " Zen pressed Nana's phone firmly.

Not willing to waste any longer, Zen returned to look for Nana in all corners outside and inside the Mosque.

" Living abode of ablution. " Zen was already feeling anxious. Because this is the only place he hasn't checked.

Alhamdulillahot...

Despite seeing Nana's shoes in front of the building that read 'women', Zen still wanted to make sure again that Nana was really inside.

" Why would you like to do something? Can't you see the writing in front? " The woman who had just come out of the place gave Zen a warning.

Deg. The woman was wearing shoes that she thought belonged to Nana.

" Sorry, Ma'af. Is there anyone in there? "

" Nothing, Mas. That guy's ablution place over there. "

Nana's not leaving here. That was all that was now in Zen's mind.