LOVE SONG SINGLES
The Part 125
Still sitting on the sofa, Anang looked at the paper given to him, when the distudio Miss Jordan earlier.
English writing, which is like song lyrics.
Anang was still looking and trying to read it, but Santi took the paper from Anang's hand.
Santi read the writing there, with his face that looks serious.
Not only that, the mini song player that is still on the table was also taken Santi, then put the earphone on his ear.
This time Santi's face looks like he is upset, while listening to a song playing in his ear, while reading the paper in his hand.
When Santi removed the earphone from his ear, Santi seemed as if he was going to smash it.
Santi put the song player roughly on the table, throwing it away.
"Infucking jerk!
"Buckin' lady!"
"It's good that he's with Peter!"
"Together Fuckers!"
Anang who looked at Santi who looked extremely annoyed while cursing, could only be silent for some time, while looking at the woman.
Santi stood up from the sofa, then took some water and drank it in a hurry, to the point that many spills of water were flowing from the corners of his lips.
"Why?" asked Anang, who was completely confused by Santi's movements.
"That's your song! Your song is made to speak English! Fuckin' right?!" said Santi with a raised voice, and looks riled up.
Anang fell silent, then looked at the lyric paper again, and put the earphone on his earpiece.
Anang became curious about what Santi said.
After a while Anang listened to the song player, while reading the lyrics and following the rhythm, it turned out that it was indeed the tone of the song that Anang mumbled, even though the lyrics were written in English, not understood by Anang.
Pissed off?
Sure.
Who is not upset if the results of his work are annexed by others?
But how else?
Anang who does not understand anything about copyright, only becomes a prey for big people in the music industry, such as Miss Jordan.
"They want you to sing the song again, but under their label, then take the copyright," said Santi who looked very angry.
Santi's face was white, flushed like a boiled crab, with his hunting breath, and furrowed eyebrows.
"Miss Jordan did want to swallow you alive!" santi exclaimed as she walked back and forth.
Anang let out a long breath.
Never mind...
What do you want to say?
If Anang wants to follow his regret, Anang will continue to be bad with everything in the music industry, and most likely Anang will stop singing, and writing songs.
For the sake of his love of music, Anang must be more patient, Anang must be more sincere, while learning a lot, so that no one else can take advantage of it just like that.
Anang then stood up, and stopped Santi who was still walking back and forth, hugging the woman tightly.
"Not to think about it anymore...!" anang said slowly.
"Leave it this time! There will definitely be another opportunity, which is better than now," continued Anang.
"But.." said Santi, who could not finish his sentence, because Anang immediately cut his words.
"It's okay. Only one song is all," said Anang.
Santi seemed to have calmed down after Anang spoke.
Santi's breathing was already heard more slowly, and no longer rushed like a running person.
"You wanna take a walk? I haven't started working yet" Anang said.
"I want to look around this city, maybe while learning the language," continued Anang.
Santi nodded his head, then raised his head, until Anang could kiss him there.~
"Where are you going?" santi asked as they exited the apartment building, and were still looking for a taxi for the two of them to ride.
"Where's that good?" ask Anang.
"I don't know either" said Santi.
"Then, we go anywhere you know. A crowded place, if there is a park, or a night market," said Anang.
Santi laughed softly.
"There may not be a night market here" said Santi.
After getting a taxi, by entrusting Santi who chose his destination, Anang just sat quietly in the back seat of the taxi while Santi who spoke with the taxi driver.
They came down somewhere quite a lot of people passed by there, on foot.
"If it's still daytime, we should be able to go see the statue of liberty up close, using the ferry" Santi said.
Anang nodded his head, not knowing what to comment with Santi.
If Santi just said he did not know the city, especially Anang.
"What city did you live in?" asked Anang, as they walked around, which looked like an open garden.
"Cambridge, Massachusetts...!" sahut Santi, then brought Anang sitting on the bench of the park.
"What college?" ask Anang.
"Law," said Santi.
"It's hard to live in a new country?" ask Anang again.
Santi stared fixedly at Anang, then tidied up the scarf around Anang's neck.
"It's difficult to say, but if you can speak English, there's no problem. Especially those who study there, not only people from this country...
Many are also students from other countries, including from the Asian continent like us" said Santi.
"Aren't you cold?" asked Anang who felt his knees tremble, because of the cold.
"Why? Cold already?" ask Santi and smile.
Anang nodded his head.
"Eatya, it was sober-soaked'an took me for a walk," said Santi.
"You want hot drinks?" ask Santi.
"Yes" Anang said with a trembling voice.
Santi laughed softly, then stood up from the bench.
"Let's find a cafe!" bring Santi.
Anang then stood up, folding his hands, which despite wearing gloves still felt cold.
"That's it!" santi said after they walked not too far from the park.
It no longer felt as cold as before.
The two of them sat near the window, so Anang could see out quite clearly.
Although the cold outside pierced to the bones, the atmosphere was still crowded, just like in the garden earlier.
People seemed to be casually walking outside, as if not bothered by the temperature.
"Want to eat pie?" ask Santi.
"Go ahead" said Anang slowly.
Anang was still interested to look out, where there was a pair of men and women standing on the side of the road, close to the cafe where Anang and Santi were sitting now.
Casually the two people hugged, and kissed looking lustful, without feeling uncomfortable, with others passing by near them.
Anang shook his head.
"What do you see?" ask Santi.
"Nothing," said Anang lightly, although his eyes were still fixated on the scene outside.
Santi then heard laughing giggling across Anang's desk, which made Anang see the woman.
"Why?" ask Anang.
"Why are you? Why watch people make out?" Santi asked back.
Anang was ashamed to hear Santi's words.
"Is it common for people to be like that?" ask Anang.
"Yes! Not like in our country. Things are so definitely considered taboo, aren't they?" said Santi.
"If it's here, a kiss, a hug like that, it's normal. Just do not have sex on the street," continued Santi while laughing slowly.