LOVE SONG SINGLES
The Part 141
Preparing for the promotional trip that morning, it seemed more pleasant than usual.
Both Santi and Anang, can still joke while entering the vehicle, which as usual will bring Anang around to attend the event.
Anang was already able to better adjust to the working hours, and the state of long-distance travel that day.
There was hardly any more motion sickness, as Anang had experienced before.
From morning until night, every event that Anang attended went well, although there was tension in the last event of the night.
How not tense, if Anang almost charged with beating someone at the event.
Santi asked Anang to stand where he could see well, then chose to stand near the audience.
One of the spectators who was drunk, then tried to sway Santi's body with his hands.
According to Santi's words, the officer standing guard pushed the man away when Santi reported the man's behavior.
But, just as Anang finished performing on stage, and approached Santi, the man who was drunk, it was also coming back to approach Santi.
The man who first arrived near Santi, then tried to feel Santi's body.
When Anang saw the behavior of the man's hand, who tried to reach Santi's chest, then half ran towards Santi.
Without a sound or a long wait, Anang landed a raw bogem right on the man's face.
Anang's fist managed to break the drunk man's nose, along with the man's broken bloody lips.
Actually, most likely the man who tried to harass Santi, not only would go home with a broken nose and torn lips, if there was no one to stop Anang at that time.
Da...
Just barely...
Anang who had leaned his knee on the man's chest that had been stretched out on the floor, did intend to hurt the man until he was completely slaughtered.
It was fortunate that the officer who saw it, hurriedly pulled Anang, and restrained him from acting any further.
Although the partner of the man who was hit by Anang was raging, and seemed to ask for Anang to be detained, but the officers who worked at the event were more supportive of Anang.
Several workers at the event and security personnel there, kicked out the drunk audience, along with their partners, from the building where the event was held.
That way, the problem was also not protracted, and Anang was also released to leave.
It felt, for a lifetime, Anang had never beaten up such a person.
But Anang did not regret, Anang instead felt satisfied to be able to hit the person, although his hand also felt quite painful, because it hit the person with the bare hands.
In the van, Santi with an anxious face, busy taking care of Anang's hand.
Anang saw that occasionally Santi wiped his face, who seemed to be crying without making a sound, while compressing Anang's hand with a frozen package of food.
"Why are you crying?" anang asked softly while raising Santi's lowered face, facing one of Anang's injured hands.
"It's all my fault." said Santi with his eyes watering, and almost burst into tears.
"It's not your fault, baby...! That person is bothering you," said Anang, then pulled Santi slowly, to sit on his lap.
Santi hugged Anang, and drowned his face in Anang's neck.
Anang could feel that Santi was still as excited, even though Santi did not let out his crying voice.
"Have...! Don't cry anymore...!" persuade Anang, while rubbing Santi's back.
Santi then lifted his head, then wiped his face with his hands, then again busy holding the frozen package of food, which was pinned on the back of Anang's hand.
"How will you play the guitar?" ask Santi.
"Not to worry. You can still!" said Anang while moving his fingers in his right hand, which he used to hit the person earlier.
While Santi held a compress in Anang's hand, Santi stared fixedly at Anang.
"Why?" asked Anang and smiled.
Santi shook his head.
"Well, why do you keep seeing me like that?" ask Anang again.
"You want me to kiss you?" ask Anang fad.
Santi nodded his head, then brought his face closer to Anang, and let Anang kiss him.
"Your hand still hurts?" ask Santi slowly.
"Not really... It's almost no more taste" said Anang, then raised his hand and saw him there.
Although Anang had said that he was fine, Santi still looked anxious.
"We're asking to stay in the hospital, okay?!" santi said as she held Anang's hand, and noticed her bruising.
"No need...! I'm okay.." said Anang.
Santi went down from Anang's lap, then approached the driver in front of the van.
"Why did you go to the driver?" asked Anang, as Santi walked back to Anang.
"We check your hands first" said Santi, who sat back on Anang's lap, then struggled spoiled around Anang's neck.
"Yes, it's up to you...!" anang.
It's good to have a doctor checked.
If the doctor tells you, if it is true that Anang's hand is fine, Santi can definitely calm down, and not have to worry constantly.
Santi may feel guilty, because of Anang who tried to protect him, until Anang's hand was injured.
Though Anang who also asked him, to stand in a place that can be reached Anang's vision.
Just to meet a jerk, who is too brave because of the alcohol that controls it.
Alcohol just makes people stupid, and they can't think long.
But, there are still many people who are willing to consume it, even though it can harm themselves.
Anang shook his head.
"Why?" ask Santi.
"It's okay. I was just thinking about that guy. If he's not drunk, he can't be that brave. But still a jerk! Not that she had a partner, why is she still busy bothering other women?" anang.
"Maybe because you're too pretty." Anang continued, then chuckled.
"Mas! Don't mock me! Not funny to know!" santi ketus.
"Yes, he shouldn't be. You fucking jerk!" said Anang with a serious look.
"But you are beautiful, so I am not surprised" Anang continued and smiled.
"Babe...!" santi said with a clear voice.
Anang laughed and then kissed Santi on the forehead.
"Your hands are up to that, but you're still joking!" santi said with a scowling face.
Just now Santi finished his sentence, the van they were riding in, had stopped walking.
Santi then went down from Anang's lap.
"Let's get off! We check your hands first" Santi said, half dragging Anang, to quickly walk with him into the hospital.
Not too long they waited inside the hospital, Anang's hand can be checked by the guard doctor.
After Anang's injured hand was examined, and had been fitted with a bandage, Santi then brought Anang to take the drugs prescribed by the doctor for him.
"What's the tablet for?" asked Anang after seeing the medicine in the form of ointment, and some tablets, which Santi issued a small paper bag.
"Pain relief" said Santi.
"Then I don't need that medicine! My hands don't hurt anymore!" anang.
But Santi looked at Anang, with a sharp look of eyes and a roaring face.
Yes, Anang must have taken the medicine.