LOVE SONG SINGLES
Part 135's

Although it is getting late in the afternoon, visitors on the beach seem not to feel bored, not many are moving home, with minimal clothing still milling here and there.

In fact, it seems, the existing visitors, actually increased a lot.

Anang who was worried in case he would think no longer, more looking towards the open sea, or see Santi who was fun playing in the sand, while sitting on the sand sand sand with sand slippers Anang.

But still, the name is also the beach, where people swim, play water, relax, sunbathe, there is no way Anang expects people there to wear suits and dresses.

Occasionally, both male and female visitors, there are passing in front of Anang and Santi, with conflict-prone areas that almost pop out, from the bikini they wear.

Not only is Anang beautiful, Santi is also the same.

Anang patted the jidat.

Although Santi only looked at the male lingerie model, who was walking casually in front of them, and occasionally smiled back as the men smiled at him, it was still annoying for Anang.

Okay, Anang is selfish.

Anang also looked at the reddish-white woman who was barely covered by anything, but Anang could not accept that Santi was following along looking at his male version.

But it feels like all the men in this world, do have a nature like Anang.

Men like to wash their eyes, but are jealous when their female partners wash their eyes.

Means Anang's dislike, when Santi looks at other men, is still natural, right?

Better Anang and Santi, both away from the temptations.

"Your skin doesn't hurt, does it?" asked Anang, trying to find excuses, so they could choose another place to relax.

"No! If you want to go back to the van first, just go, I'll catch up!" sahut Santi's.

Huh huh?

Didn't Anang hear wrong?

Anang will leave Santi alone there?

No kidding!

It could be, Santi did not catch up with Anang forever.

"I'm thirsty...!" said Anang reasoned again.

Santi turned to Anang for a moment, then took a deep breath.

Ckck...

Did Santi leave the view on the beach?

Santi did want to be bitten by Anang then.

Although he looks reluctant, Santi finally stands up, and holds Anang's hand, then takes Anang to walk again with him.

"What do you want to drink? Sweet drinks or plain water?" santi asked, who was walking hand in hand with Anang.

"Hm... Whatever! The important thing is to drink!" anang Sahut.

"If it's all you have to do, drink in the van! You also have to get ready to perform at the event later." said Santi.

Anang has to work again.

It is quite possible to reduce boredom, by washing the eyes on the beach earlier.

Upon his return in the van, their vehicle then began to drive again on the road.

Not too long ago, they had already arrived at the building marked 'El Rey'.

The building that became the venue for the event where Anang performed, for the last one of the week.

The place is not too big, when compared to some places that Anang stopped yesterday.

By taking a bath and changing clothes in the building, Anang was getting ready to show his abilities in front of the audience.

It felt at the event that time, Anang was calmer than usual.

Anang can perform calmly and confidently, in front of the audience who seemed enthusiastic when Anang started singing, until the song was over.

"There's a Hollywood artist in the audience!" santi said excitedly, after Anang got off the stage.

Santi pointed with his eyes at someone, who seemed to enjoy the performance of the people singing on stage.

"Who?" ask Anang.

Yang Anang knew very well, only Chuck Norris, and it seemed that person was not the actor Anang knew.

Santi let out a long sigh, while looking at Anang.

"That's it... Let's just get back to the van!" said Santi while pulling Anang's arm, to walk out of the building with him.

"It's done, isn't it?" ask Anang.

"Yes! For this week... Later rest a day, tomorrow work again," said Santi, while stepping into the van.

"It's exhausting, isn't it?!

It's still good to work with Mr. Robi... The label that works hard to promote the song, if with Miss Jordan, the opposite...

As for the royalties, the calculation is more or less just... It looks big, but it doesn't fit the hard work" Santi said.

Anang just fell silent to hear all Santi's words.

Indeed, when compared to the contract labeled Mr. Robi, much lighter work.

Anang can still look for additional results outside, with a schedule that is not forced.

Know-know Anang song is famous, without the need for Anang who is busy promoting here and there.

Also it feels the time of the release of the single on the label Pak Robi, it does not take long, Anang songs have been able to penetrate the music market.

"Is there anything you know about the singer who worked with Miss Jordan?" asked Anang curiously.

"Hmmm... If the one who is pulled by force like you, the average ends just like that. Maybe because the singer can not keep up with the rhythm of his work,

Or maybe because Miss Jordan only likes to take advantage when the singer is still on top" said Santi.

Although Anang wants to be a famous singer, but if this is how it works, it feels Anang can not.

In just one week alone, Anang has been a few times almost sick.

If his body is not forced with vitamins and supplements given by Miss Jordan's doctor, maybe Anang is now sprawled.

Even now, perhaps because Anang who was sleep-deprived, made the thoughts in his head feel strange, as if he would hallucinate at certain times.

Anang couldn't complain.

While Anang does not complain, Santi still takes care of Anang extra.

Especially if Anang complains, Santi must be more worried, and may not have time to think about himself anymore, and only focused on Anang.

Their journey back to the city, where there is an apartment where Anang and Santi live quite a long time.

Anang fell asleep, and woke up several times before they arrived in front of the apartment building.

Both Anang and Santi, could barely walk up the stairs.

Tired, bored, lack of food, lack of sleep, become a singer began to be annoying for Anang.

Imagining still having to continue working who did not know such a clock, really makes Anang feel like giving up.

But how else?

If Anang did not receive the Miss Jordan contract, Anang could be jailed, and may also still have to pay a fairly large fine, if the claim was won by the Miss Jordan label.

So is the contract bond with the label Miss Jordan, which Anang can not just decide.

Inevitably, Anang had to undergo the job even though with a sense of force.