LOVE SONG SINGLES
Part 4's

I don't know what dreams Anang last night, since waking up from his sleep, Anang can get a series of unexpected windfalls.

The housing security that yesterday had confronted him, today divided two pieces of fried bananas that became his provision for breakfast. He said, all his apologies, for making Anang difficult yesterday morning.

That way, Anang does not need to fight over cakes anymore with other building workers. Although it was just a coffee grounds with a little liquid left, it was not a problem for Anang.

His work today as well, from morning to evening, in addition to injuring his shoulder as usual, the rest of his body was safe and safe from all dangers.

Maybe it's all because Anang works without too much thought, about where to busk later tonight.

Relax ... So the key is that Anang can concentrate on work.

After returning from housing, Anang had thought of buying a new flip-flop, but he remembered the sandal under the street lamp post.

Hopefully it can be his, if not taken again by the owner or picked up by a street sweeper.

Anang hurriedly chased after the sun that was about to sink. His new, distant busking place takes a lot of walking time, so Anang can get there.

The raft by the river with a little floor open, seemed full of mothers and children who were bathing. But, there was a slight gap between them that could be where Anang took a bath, and washed his clothes.

Sometimes the mothers there invite Anang to chat.

"It should be married. Let someone wash their clothes."

"Is it lonely to sleep alone at night?"

Anang could only smile, and nod, not knowing what to talk to the chatty mothers.

"Where would anyone want to, if it looks like that?!"

"But if it's 'strong' in bed, there must be someone who wants to. Hihihi!"

There were also mothers whispering behind Anang. It was whispering, but Anang could still hear it clearly.

Spicy words of mother-emak gaje, indeed there is no opponent.

Instead of Anang catching each other with the mothers, Anang chose to speed up the washing and bathing activities, so that he could quickly get away from the raft.

Anang was ready for the show that night. With a swift step, Anang walked down the sidewalk to the other side of the city.

Because of the rapid pace of Anang, the guitar hanging banged down his back, until it produced a sound, like a drum that was shot at night.

Anang did not care, although maybe there will be someone who will shout takbir behind him. Anang must quickly arrive at his destination, for the sake of the chicken piggy bank waiting to be filled again tonight.

The atmosphere where Anang planned to scavenge the windfall, seems to be quite crowded tonight.

What because it's Sunday night or because new people receive their paychecks, and have no intention of cooking at home. Or just because you get tired of eating the same vegetables and food every day.

Maybe Mothers are now too often holding a cell phone and watching drakor, so they are not interested in cooking anymore, so they prefer to eat out.

When Anang was stirring the cement dough this morning, he had seen and heard some residential mothers who told him about drakor 'li min ho', while choosing vegetables in the vegetable cart.

The phones did not escape from their hands, showing each other the screen, while smiling.

Then all the mothers were seen coming home empty-handed.

It seems that 'li min ho' is more attractive compared to their husbands who later go home hungry.

Anang did not want to judge the mothers.

Naturally if you feel bored, when you see the face of her husband that-that's it every day?

Anang was getting ready for an open concert. Before he started singing the opening song, he first asked permission with the merchant, and the visitors.

After getting the blessing, Anang took a deep breath, while closing his eyes for a while.

Anang T-shirt wet with sweat, feels like a cold compress when blown by the night wind. But Anang was already professional, he could endure the cold so that his voice would not tremble, just his knees were trembling.

One song ended with a huge crowd. Anang has not collected the tariff, he sang another song that was enough to shake the hearts of his listeners.

This time the plastic bag used chips flagship, he has made sure not to be left behind. With a thank you he gave a bag to the visitors there.

Just incredible!

The result tonight is more. You can buy four servings of meatballs. But, for what Anang buy meatballs, if you know the tek-tek there is more interesting.

Anang ordered a portion of tofu tek-tek made by the old merchant wholeheartedly. Anang enjoyed his dinner, looking over and over.

Feelings like someone is watching him. But who?

His eyes stopped on a girl or a woman, I don't know, who was obviously a woman with white skin who was different from the Anang race.

Her hair was blond complete with a pointed nose like a triangular ruler taped to her face.

Hello beautiful!

But ... Is there something wrong with Anang's appearance tonight?

Why did she not stop looking at him?

Anang became groggy, until he could barely chew his food. Fortunately the old merchant's handmade font was very soft, so Anang could just swallow it whole without choking.

Anang lowered his head. Sometimes he would steal a glance at the woman who was still staring at him.

Hurtively, Anang checked the zipper of his pants. Lest the thing be broken, and show off his thin underwear glaring, and see-through.

Still safe.

The thing is still tightly closed dark secrets Anang.

Thenwhat?

Should Anang approach her? Will he not be hit by a hard slap from the woman's soft hand on her face?

Please don't stare like that!

If until choking spicy peanut sauce, Anang will not be able to continue busking, and must go home with a sore throat.

Although beautiful, the woman will not be able to be put in the chicken piggy bank owned by Anang.

Before long, the woman seemed to be whispering with a man who had the same race as Anang.

Then the man walked towards Anang who had started to tremble, worried that he might be harassing the woman with his eyes.

Hey, it's not like that bambang!

The woman who looked at Anang from earlier, Anang just stole her beauty a little with the tip of her eyes.

"Sorry to disturb ... But Miss over there wants to talk to you." The man did not hit Anang, just delivering a message from the beauty.

Anang could breathe a little.

"If you may know. What's the need?" Anang still did not dare to go straight to the woman.

What if she was called the beautiful Miss, just to be pinned five fingers, which could break Anang's lips?

"He's interested in your voice. He owns a recording studio. Maybe he'll take you to work with him." The man really made Anang feel short of breath, when he heard his words.