LOVE SONG SINGLES
The Part 18

There is nothing special about Anang's work today in housing, other than the lunch hour interspersed with the story of the Mandor with the handyman's head, who is almost at war.

Anang with some of his other comrades, just watching the scene snapping at each other between the two men.

Mandor quarrels with the head of the handyman only because of trivial problems. Both want to look for face to the homeowner, who came to check the development of his home renovation work.

Lauk fried salted fish with asem vegetables, so Anang stomach booster, and other co-workers, seasoned with extra spicy maki caci said Mandor and head handyman.

A totally unpleasant spectacle. If the two of them do not stop fighting, Anang and the other colleagues' work will be threatened with dismissal.

One of Anang's co-workers, tried to break up the two men's quarrel, but instead got a rough swearing from the two men who were fighting.

I don't know what got into them.

Anang and other fellow workers could only hope, the scuffle between the foreman and the head handyman, could be over soon.

"The worse! Kan the foreman too, who yesterday told us to make a shower first?! Why are you angry again today?" chirp one of Anang's co-workers, while with his thin hands bribing his food into his mouth.

"Regular, please! ... That must be so, if the madam comes. It was as if he was the busiest. Whereas usually, we are busy working, he just relaxes under a tree," said one of Anang's colleagues, the other.

"Hustt! ... It's already! At least an hour later, they both get along again" said one of the backers, who looked aged, with his hair already full of gray hair.

Anang just listened to their conversation there, without commenting.

Anang worried that if he had to stop working, then Anang would have difficulty to meet the needs of his life more than usual.

Anang kept silent, and chose to finish his lunch, before they worked again, when the lunch break was over.

Anang can breathe a sigh of relief, their work can be continued, without any additional scenes of fighting drama again. Although the foreman and the chief handyman, still put each other's face sour when passing.

Until the working hours are over, Anang can work without experiencing significant obstacles.

As usual, Anang went home, and went straight to the raft to wash and bathe, accompanied by children playing in the river.

After getting dressed, Anang had no interest in visiting Santi's room.

It was not that Anang did not want to enjoy their battle in bed, it was just that, the reluctance to go to Santi's room, was greater than Anang's desire to dip tea in Santi's cup.

While sitting on his mattress, Anang put on earphones, then began trying to memorize new songs, for the performance later tonight.

One song, two songs, Anang found it easy to memorize new songs he had just listened to, with his guitar accompaniment that almost never misses.

When Anang was busy training his abilities, the door of Anang's room which was not locked, suddenly opened.

Anang turned towards the door, and he saw Santi who was wearing a tanktop and miniskirt, enter his room.

Hurriedly Anang removed the earphones from his ears, and leaned his old guitar against the wall.

Without having a chance to say anything, Santi immediately pushed Anang who was still sitting on his mattress, then overcame Anang to lie on his back, and covered Anang's mouth with his hands.

"Why don't you go to my room?" santi asked while whispering, with her red eyes glazed over.

Santi then took his hands off Anang's mouth, then hurriedly opened the tanktop and br* her.

Just confused to see it.

What's wrong with this woman?

But, Anang's male soul was hooked by Santi's behavior.

Anang did not want to reject the one already in front of him like that. His hand held the towering hills defiantly, and squeezed it to its fullest.

Santi pressed his chest against Anang's face until Anang was immersed in a smooth white hill that was densely chewy, with its peak point that could fit into Anang's mouth.

Anang bit Santi's chest softly, so anxious.

While Santi bit his own lips, then pulled Anang back to sit down, then his hands fumbled Anang's pants, and opened them.

Anang who could not control his mind, just enjoyed Santi's hand touching his intimate area, while closing his eyes.

Santi moved violently on Anang's lap.

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"Why you?" anang asked in surprise while looking at Santi who was still in his lap.

Anang was curious, why would Santi want to do that with him, while he never gave Santi money, like other Santi customers.

"I love the thrill of doing that. Not man! That's all it is!" said Santi, lightly.

"If I can do that while earning money, right?!" keep up with Santi again.

Anang furrowed his brows.

"But, I can't afford to give you money" Anang said cautiously.

"With you it is different. I'm content. That's why I don't ask for payment. If I don't need money to pay for this, I want you to continue serving me. You want to?" Santi looks as if there is no burden when talking to Anang.

Anang was silent while looking at Santi.

Santi means an enthusiast s*x.

In Anang's heart, there was a hint of pity for the woman. Too bad the woman with a beautiful face, complete with a good body shape like that, even her mind hurts.

"You're going to serve me, aren't you?" santi asked while looking at Anang with sharp eyes.

Anang who has been angry since, so a wave.

"As far as you are," said Anang origin.

Although there is a sense of pity, but unfortunately also if rejected, right?

Counting, Anang did it to help Santi, and....

Think of it while diving, Anang drinking coffee ... Gratis.

"Good! If you don't have a job, and I haven't left for money, you come to my room! Or I'll come here!" santi said firmly.

Anang nodded his head.

Santi looked happy, and smiled widely.

"I'm going to make some money first!" santi said, blinking one eye, to Anang.

Then it's true that Anang helped Santi, right?

The proof, Santi was happy with Anang's help, until almost jumped up in joy like a child who was given candy, when he came out of Anang's room.

Anang shook his head.

What dream could there be such a thing?

You have to wake up from a dream. When Santi opened the door, it was getting dark outside. Anang had to rush to the outskirts of town.

Anang tidied up his clothes and pants, then picked up his guitar.

Anang back down the sidelines of the wild building, and the long sidewalk.

On the way, Anang remembered his promise with Gita.

I guess he actually came there again, didn't he?

Nevermind!

Anang had dreamed too much.