LOVE SONG SINGLES
Part 3
Not long after the sun sank, Anang was refreshed after taking a shower and felt handsome wearing a flagship t-shirt with trousers, and as usual, with a guitar hanging from his back.
From a distance, Anang saw a place to relax on the beach, which was already filled with visitors.
Learning from the experiences of acquaintances of fellow money-seekers on the streets, Anang searched for members of beggars or buskers in the area.
New area, Anang can not busking and looking for money just like that.
Anang had to report to the thug bosses who usually controlled such potential places. Unless he's willing to accept a raw bogem and go home with a ruined guitar.
Anang met a beggar who was still a boy.
"Can I sit here?" asked Anang when the boy was near.
"Report first!" the boy looked frightened, immediately running away from Anang.
"Hey! Where's the boss?" Anang ran after the boy while shouting.
The boy only turned around for a while, then pointed towards the alley behind the closed shophouse.
Anang stopped running.
It seems that the boss here is creepy enough, to the point of scaring the boy away.
Slowly but surely Anang walked into the dark alley.
Cigarette smoke billows, forcing it out of a tight spot, which can only be passed on foot.
Anang saw faintly, far away there the shadow of some people who were sitting face to face. The loud clashing sound and the cry of the little boy, the jumbled broke the silence of the place.
"Just this way?"
"You want me to break your leg?"
The clashing sound was getting louder and louder heard by Anang, also no less loud the cry of children who asked for forgiveness.
Anang stopped his steps. He turned around, Anang undoes his intention to make a living in the area.
Although Anang wants to make more money, but not with a boss who is too cruel, until the feet of a small child want to be broken. Can you imagine what a thug boss would do to an adult?
Anang walked back to the streets. Left-right streets lined restaurants crowded visitors.
No, Anang can't be there. Anyway he had to find a place that was not too crowded, so as not to have to deal with the thug boss.
Up almost to the outskirts of the city, Anang saw a food stall lesehan, which only sells with a mat on the sidewalk.
The visitors are not too crowded, but it seems enough if all want to share a little of their windfall with Anang.
Anang tried his luck there.
As usual, Anang would perform a breath-regulating ritual, as if he were a professional singer.
Anang's voice was quite melodious. The proof when he sang, there were still many eyes that looked at him with admiration. Or maybe upset, because their conversation while eating is disturbed.
Anang continued to sing his favorite songs, from one of the famous band groups in his time was still high school. Accompanied by the strings of his guitar that still want to vibrate, and make a beautiful sound, when plucked fingers rough Anang hand.
One song ended like a concert. Anang received applause from some visitors who watched him. Fortunately, it means they enjoy the show Anang.
Anang forgot to bring the bag used to collect the price of his concert tickets. Just by opening his hands, he asked for a little fortune from the people there.
You can buy two servings of meatballs.
Anang then divided a little bit of the busking results to those who traded food there, but they refused. The average trader looks old.
"It's okay young people, we've got the fortune." The old man with hair full of gray hair, until there is no longer a part of his hair that looks still black, refused with smooth giving Anang.
"Thank you, sir. Can I busk here tomorrow again?" asked Anang carefully. He was worried that later it would be troublesome, or interfere with the trading efforts of good parents.
"It's not a problem. We both seek fortune." The old man was good. While smoothing the chili in peanut sauce to know the trading techniques, he gave Anang the opportunity to make a living there.
Anang ordered to know the old man's trading tricks, just sharing the fortune because the man did not want to be given free money.
It's yummy!
Just deserve ... It seems that many of its customers are old. It may have been a long time customer, and it remains a loyal customer in that place.
Anang enjoyed one serving of his ordered food with gratitude. The price of a serving of tofu tek-tek, only half the price of meatballs.
His fondness? More full of eating that than meatballs.
That night's windfall far exceeded Anang's expectations. Full stomach, with enough money left over for the additional contents of his chicken piggy bank.
Before Anang returned to his residence, Anang still contributed a few more songs, without charging a fee. With thanks, which Anang repeatedly said.
Step feels light. Gratitude makes life difficult, can be more meaningful.
Anang tried his luck again in a place to eat almost the same as where he had been.
The outcome? Same.
It seemed to be in that suburban area, so the gathering place of the aged people.
They enjoy the voice of Anang, who sings the nostalgic old songs he had heard on the old radio, in the cottage above his father's rice field, when he was a child.
If this is the case, Anang can buy new flip flops. The color of the sandal cord that has been like that day and night, will be replaced with a new matching pair and suitable for Anang's legs.
Not far from the journey taken by Anang, it was time he returned to under the bridge. The streets have begun to be quiet, and so the wild racing arena of young people a collection of motorcycle gangs.
Anang watched for a while, the action of Valentino Rosi, and the acrobatic action they performed in the middle of the road. Before the police patrol sirens rang loudly to the location, and made them all messy.
Anang's eyes were glued to the object illuminated by the yellowish street light.
Oye! it was a pair of flip-flops left in the middle of the road.
Anang tried to put it on his leg. Suit. But, it wasn't hers, Anang put the sandals right under the street light pole.
If tomorrow night is still there, it will be his.
Anang continued his journey. Occasionally he rang his shoulder joints in turn, twirling his arms in one direction.
His muscle aches today, not much. Tomorrow, the renovation work goes up to the fourth floor. Anang stared at his big toe wrapped in a small bandage, which he bought at the stall for one coin.
Tomorrow, don't smell anything useless. As a result, later not only palpitations, Anang's heart can be dislodged, and moved to the feet.
Still far enough Anang had to walk, then Anang could arrive to his residence. The overpass can only look like a shadow, from where it is now.
Anang accelerated his footsteps. He has to go to bed tonight, tomorrow's job will take a lot of effort. No one would laugh if they saw him unable to climb the stairs.