LOVE SONG SINGLES
The Part 55
As Anang sat in front of the door of his dorm room, Anang smoothly discovered the lyrics, and the tone that formed the new song.
Anang's depression and frustration led him to compose seven songs, with the same theme.
Sadness because of unfulfilled love.
Oye!
If Anang can compose one more song, Anang can already make one album, with two songs yesterday that will be a single.
Anang stared at the balcony which was only covered by a fence, about as high as Anang's stomach, and not far from the boundary of the fence was already covered with another building wall next to it.
Anang stood up and approached the fence, then looked down.
High enough to make the person who jumps from it, suffered a broken leg bone as a minimal injury.
With a lot of stone and concrete fragments down there, which will welcome the arrival of beautiful jumpers.
If it reaches the head that landed first, then the person who jumped there, will directly face the power.
Anang looked up and down along the balcony, but he saw no one.
It's a bit strange, because Anang never met the other hostess.
Are there many empty rooms, or are the residents busy working?
Back Anang looked down at the balcony, imagining it felt like a desperate person killed himself in such a way.
As sick and as difficult as his life, he ended his life by jumping from the building.
Anang wants to write one more song, with that shadow, as the ending song, or the beginning song in the prospective album jalau his.
While being immersed in his thoughts and shadows, Anang was surprised by the clapping on his back.
Huff!
Anang's heart feels like it's going to be dislodged.
Anang.
"What are you doing?" ask Gita who looks surprised.
"Nothing. Just look around," said Anang.
"Where's Santi?" ask Gita.
"No idea." said Anang as briefly as he could say.
Thinking about Santi might make Anang recklessly jump over the fence.
Especially if you imagine the voice of Santi, who may now be whimpering.
It's better for Anang to get away from the fence now, if he doesn't want any news in the morning papers, about a stupid singer who killed himself out of love.
"We can't go into the room. The key is with Santi." Anang said as he walked to the door of his room again.
"Hm... Why not ask the owner? Usually, every room has a spare key with the hostess" said Gita who walked with Anang.
Gita then took Anang's hand, and brought Anang down the stairs.
"We just go to the hostess" said Gita.
"Have you been home long?" keep up with Gita again.
"Hm... Pretty," said Anang.
Anang felt stupid, why did not think to ask the key with the hostess.
Naturally, Anang is accustomed to the old boarding house that only wears a padlock, which is installed by each hostess.
Gita knocked several times one of the rooms that had a board marked 'Cost Owner'.
Soon the middle-aged woman opened the door, and walked out from inside.
"Mom, Sorry! Can I borrow a spare key for my room? My girl friend was still in the room. He's the one with the key" Gita said.
"Oohs... A moment! I took the key first" said the woman and walked inside, before long she stood at the door.
"What number?" ask the woman.
"Number eleven" said Anang.
"This." said the woman and handed Anang a key.
"For a moment, Mom! I will return the key. Thanks!" said Anang while taking the key that the woman gave him.
The middle-aged woman of the hostess only nodded her head, then remained standing at the door as Anang and Gita walked back up the stairs.
Anang then opened the room door.
"I returned the key first" Anang told Gita, then walked back down the stairs.
Fortunately there was a Gita, otherwise, I don't know how long Anang would sit like a beggar in front of the door.
"Thank you very much, Mom!" anang said after returning the key, to the owner of the boarding house waiting for him.
"Either. But yesterday the key to the room was two. Are you holding all your friends?" ask the woman.
"Yes, Mom! Because he brought the bag, so put it in his bag all," said Anang.
"Ooh.." the woman seemed to nod her head.
"I'm going up first, Mom! Thanks!" said Anang, then walked back to his room.
Anang saw his guitar was no longer near the door.
Maybe Gita's been brought in.
Anang then walked in, and sure enough, his guitar was put Gita standing on the edge of the bed.
Anang then turned around and closed the door, although it could not be locked.
"Why not go home together?" asked Gita, who was already sitting on the chair.
"Hm... Santi is with his friend. So I go home first" said Anang.
Anang then sat on the side of the bed, and held his guitar, then plucked the strings slowly.
"I just made some new songs. Wanna listen? Later tell me what you think," said Anang while looking at Gita.
"Can. You're singing now?" ask Gita.
"I've recorded. You listen, I want to try to make one more song" said Anang.
Anang then stood up, hurriedly pulled the phone out of his pocket, and took the earphones on the table, then thrust it to Gita.
"Please listen carefully, yes" said Anang.
Gita took Anang's phone, and put the earphones in her earlobes, while Anang turned on the recording.
When Gita listened to Anang's recording with a new song of his creation, Anang strummed the guitar strings slowly, while humming.
Anang still needs one more song to complete all the songs he has managed to compose.
Only the sound of string quotes, and the humming of Anang was heard there.
The Gita also seemed to be drowning with the singing voice of Anang in her ear, and just sat down silently without letting out the slightest sound.
Anang who was a bit down and focused on seeing the key notes on the guitar he played, did not see the reaction of the Gita in front of him for some time.
Until finally Anang heard a voice like someone was crying.
Anang stopped strumming his guitar, and raised his face looking at Gita.
With the earphones still attached to his ears, Gita lowered her head while crying sobbing.
"Gita! You why?" asked the panicked Anang, looking at Gita who was crying until almost asphyxiated.
Seeing Gita still crying, Anang then touched the hand of Gita, who squeezed each other with the other hand.
The two Gita hands that seemed to want to crush each other, were jolted at Anang's touch.
Gita lifted her head, then saw Anang with her face wet with tears.
Anang who was confused, did not know what to do, just pulled off the earphone from Gita's ear.
"Why are you crying?" asked the curious Anang.
Gita still sobbing, seen still trying to control herself.