LOVE SONG SINGLES
The Part 27

Anang never thought to play with Gita's feelings.

Never mind to play games, hoping to be loved by Gita alone is difficult.

But, Gita said earlier that she felt Anang playing with her.

Has Gita received Anang's love now?

"Are you jealous?" anang asked quietly and hesitantly, who knows Gita just doesn't like to see men who show love everywhere.

Gita's eyes widened and even looked more riled up.

Without saying anything, Gita almost walked away, but she walked back to the front of Anang who was still standing still in his place like a daze.

"Low men like you, don't deserve my jealousy!" said Gita.

Anang held Gita's hand, as Gita tried to leave again.

"You considered me inferior, so you rejected me? Then what did you come here for? This is indeed not a place for women of your class," said Anang.

Anang was usually humiliated, but when Gita did it, Anang's heart was broken.

The pain due to the words of Gita, able to shake Anang's defense.

If you can choose, Anang would rather be slapped by the woman than said like now.

Anang then let go of Gita's hand, then walked past the woman. It was as if he did not know the Gita, and simply passed by strangers on the street.

From a distance, Anang could hear the sound of a motorbike speeding away leaving him who had walked into the residential area.

Anang did not want to turn around to look at Gita.

This time, he wanted to forget her forever.

When Anang returned to his room, Santi was still there, and looked engrossed in fiddling with his phone, and Anang's phone.

Anang vented his frustration and heartache, by pounding Santi, until Santi begged Anang for forgiveness.

"Enough! I have to work tonight" Santi said in a clear voice.

Anang did not budge, he still raided Santi. Until Anang finally tired, then Anang want to stop.

"Tomorrow are you here?" asked Anang, wearing his boxer again.

"Just whatever. I'm here or you're at my place" said Santi who was also wearing his clothes back.

"I'll go home first, yeah!" santi said as she blinked one eye at Anang.

Anang looked at the clock on his phone screen. He also has to get ready for work.

As usual Anang got off the raft to take a bath, after returning from there, Anang then wore clothes given by the girl's father who had birthday last night.

A long-sleeved shirt with his arms rolled Anang up almost to his elbow, trousers complete with shoes, without a suit and tie.

Anang looked cool in such a semi-casual style.

His face also looked cleaner now. Maybe because it was no longer stung by the heat of the sun, and was able to take care of himself, the dullness on Anang's face slowly disappeared.

The looks of Anang began to be seen. With a tall, strapping and muscular stock, it completely completes its appearance.

This time he was at a school reunion.

When Anang sang, Anang performed as usual.

Wholeheartedly singing, and playing the guitar strings with his fingers, who was already familiar with the location of the strings he had to pluck.

Most of the women there, ask permission to take pictures with Anang, some even ask for Anang's contact number, so they can contact each other.

"Later to hold a birthday event, will Mas Anang want to appear at my place?" said one of the women in a long dress that was open on her shoulder, until almost half of her twos came out of her dress.

"When? As long as it does not collide with other orders, I will" said Anang.

"Next two days from now. Later I send through wh*tsapp address," said the woman as she touched Anang's shoulder with her finger, then slid down to the fingertips of Anang's hand.

The woman then put her feathers in, and bit her index finger which she was wearing touched Anang.

Whether intentional or not, the woman appeared drunk or pretended to be drunk, but the woman seemed to be about to fall down, and several times shoved her chest into Anang's arm.

Anang felt that the woman was seducing him. Beautiful and sexy, rival to Santi's appearance, but Anang does not dare to think strangely about the woman.

Anang was still interested in the singing offer the woman had said.

"OKAY. Just tell me later," said Anang flatly.

That night Anang just felt the name of an alcoholic drink. But Anang just tasted it, did not drink to excess to make him drunk.

Anang was really busy with those women who tried to seduce him that night. But Anang did not flinch.

Not because of the Gita, or maybe just a little because of the Gita, but not because of his love for the Gita, but the desire of Anang to get a better life, so as not to be an insult to women like the Gita.

Anang is more concerned if the people there talk about the work that Anang can do.

After receiving the rewards that had become their agreement, Anang then intended to return to his residence.

Anang looked for a base object that was located quite far from the building where Anang sang earlier.

Before Anang arrived at the base of the taxi, a fairly luxurious sedan car stopped on the side of the road, then from the car, came out someone who immediately approached Anang.

"Mas Anang!"

The long dress woman with the plump chest was the one who approached Anang.

Anang watched for a moment, it seemed that the woman was not drunk, still able to walk normally, unlike the time inside the building earlier.

"I'll take you home. So I know where I should pick up Mas Anang to my party later," said the woman.

"Hm... No need! I don't want to trouble. Later I can also go by myself, as long as the address is already there," said Anang, trying to walk away from the woman.

Anang does not want to deal with women whose class is above Anang anymore.

Anang does not want to be the months of women who consider him low, even though the woman is attractive.

Enough's enough!

"Hm... Am I annoying and bothering you?" asked the woman while holding Anang's hand.

"It's not. I just don't want to bother," said Anang who stopped his steps, and turned back to look at the woman, because of her hand held by the woman.

"No trouble though. I'm going for a walk too but I don't know where to go. It's boring talking to high school friends inside.

Everyone is just busy talking about success, or making fun of friends who have not succeeded.

Maybe while dropping off Mas Anang, we can chat about something else," said the woman who sounded as if she was pushy by looking around for excuses.

Anang paused for a moment while thinking about the woman's words.

There seemed to be no problem, and there was nothing to lose if the woman was brought home.

What could make Anang hurt if it was just like that?