LOVE SONG SINGLES
The Part 23

Anang saw a house as big as a royal palace that is usually in fairy tales, when he was a child.

Anang again saw a message on his phone sent by the teenager, who asked him to sing at his birthday party.

The address was correct, but Anang did not expect that the one who invited him was the son of the owner of the magnificent palace.

While walking slowly, Anang approached the security post building which stood right at the corner of the fence entering the house.

"Excuse me!" said Anang when he saw a security guard who was sitting in it.

"Yes! What's up, huh?" ask the security guard who was now standing when Anang stood near the door.

"Is this address right here?" asked Anang while showing the contents of the message on his phone screen to the security guard.

"Oh... Aye right. Why?" asked the security guard looked surprised to see Anang.

"Sorry, Sir! I was asked to sing for a birthday party. But I was confused to see this place, is it true or am I wrong address," said Anang.

The security guard then looked at Anang from the tip of his hair to his leg.

"Let's see the invitation!" said the security guard who looked as if he did not believe Anang.

Anang again showed his phone containing messages from teenagers who invited him.

The security guard looked seriously reading, while sliding the screen of Anang's phone.

"Hm... Come with me then!" said the security guard who then started walking in.

Anang then just followed the steps of the security guard.

Not through the front door that was like a giant gate, but the security guard brought it to the side of the house.

"Wait a minute here!" said the security guard when they were standing on the floor of the terrace next to the big house.

Anang then nodded his head.

The security guard then walked in, and left Anang alone there.

Anang looked here and there.

The house is amazingly magnificent. With marble floor, and concrete quality with good wall paint. Not to mention the natural stone ornaments in large pillars, and some parts of the walls of the house.

The bright lights, beating the bright spotlights on the overpass.

Anang did not feel the heart to step on the marble floor with flip-flops on his legs. The price of the floor, more expensive than all the wild boarding buildings where Anang lived combined and sold.

Not long after the security guard returned with a middle-aged man in a suit, and shiny leather shoes, with a teenage girl in a spoiled arm in a very beautiful dress, and it looks luxurious with high-heeled sandals full of beaded embellishments.

"Bang Anang?" asked the girl, looking excited and smiling widely.

While the man who was beside him looked at Anang from the tip of his hair to his leg.

"Yes!" anang Sahut.

"But, this is the guy who saw the video yesterday" said the girl.

The man who was with the girl was his father.

Anang nodded his head, while looking towards the middle-aged man who was still looking at him.

The guard who escorted Anang then bowed to his master, then walked away from them.

"Sorry, young man. But, aren't you any more neat clothes?" asked the man, his voice sounded cautious and friendly, but his words were rather spicy in Anang's ear.

Like a knife, which has a blunt part, and there is also a sharp part, thrust directly into Anang.

"Sorry, Sir! This is the best dress I have. The others have been torn a lot," said Anang slowly.

Honestly, whatever to say, or want to laugh. 'And his son who invited Anang, not the shameless Anang came there uninvited.

Unexpectedly Anang, the man took him in until the middle of his house, then told Anang to sit on the sofa there.

Anang left his flip-flops in the press earlier, then followed the man's instructions.

"Awhile!" the man said as Anang sat down.

Before long, there was someone who looked like a uniformed servant, coming at the man who was still standing, while the girl had already walked away from it.

The man spoke to a servant who had just come to him, and then the servant walked away.

The man then sat down on the sofa, and looked at Anang's feet.

"Where's your scandal?" ask the man.

"Eh, I stayed outside, sir," replied Anang.

"Why should it be opened? Isn't it cold?" ask the man.

"It's okay, sir. My spoon is dirty," said Anang.

A servant approached the male owner of the house, and showed his hand in his hand.

"Sorry, yes Anang. I don't want to offend you, but a lot of guests. So that they do not underestimate your appearance, son Anang, you should change clothes," said the owner of the house.

The owner of the house then gave a sign to his servant to give his luggage to Anang.

"Sorry, son Anang, it's just my oldest child's second-hand clothes, it seems the size is in accordance with nak Anang. Now my son has moved out of the country, and he doesn't wear that outfit anymore. That okay?" the owner told Anang.

"It's okay, sir. Thanks very much!" sahut Anang, received the clothes and shoes given by the waiter.

Anang then escorted the waiter to one room room room.

"Take your clothes off there!" said the waiter, inviting Anang to enter the room.

Confused, but just according.

Does a rich man trust a stranger in his house?

Was he not worried in case Anang was a thief?

Anang shook his head.

Hurry to change her clothes.

And suitable. The size of the clothes fit Anang. Plain long sleeve shirt, complete with Suit, and pants. Although the shoes are a little loose, but do not bother Anang.

Anang rolled up the clothes he had been wearing from his residence, and took the shoes that the owner of the house had just given him.

Anang had to move quickly, afraid to be thought of stealing something in the room, if he was there too long.

When Anang was back where the owner of the house was sitting, he was greeted with a big smile of the man who owned the house.

"You remind me of the firstborn. He's already married. Rarely can he come here again" said the owner.

But the look on his face changed, when he saw Anang's legs.

"Why are his shoes not worn? The size doesn't fit?" ask the owner of the house.

"Anu... I never wear shoes in my house. Moreover, the floor is as good as this," said Anang, while lowering his head.

The man laughed softly, then stood up and walked over to Anang.

"Just wear. It's okay," said the homeowner, patting Anang on the back.

Although hesitating, Anang then wore a pair of shoes that he had only been holding since.

"Give your clothes to the servant. Later he will save it," said the owner of the house while still standing near Anang.

Anng thrust the scroll of his clothes to the servant standing behind him.

"Let's see what you've got!" said the owner of the house.

Anang then took his guitar, then followed where the owner of the house went.