LOVE SONG SINGLES
The Part 57
Anang does let Gita kiss him until Gita is satisfied.
Although Anang felt a bit numb, and a little jontor, Anang still let Gita clench her lips.
Gita seemed to be unsatisfied, and remained perched on Anang's lap, until the sound of knocking on the door was heard by the two of them.
Eventually Gita stopped her bite from Anang, and Anang was able to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Maybe that was my order," said Gita, then came down from Anang's lap.
Anang, who was still sitting on the side of the bed, took a peek from between the bodies of Gita who walked to the door, when the door was open.
Someone with a jacket and helmet with the company emblem, who was seen standing outside, then gave a plastic bag to Gita.
There's no Santi in sight there.
Let it.
Santi himself who wants a relationship with Anang, just be a bedfellow.
Santi also had just finished dancing with other men.
Even this morning, Santi seemed to give an opportunity for Anang, to shake Gita in bed.
Then, Anang nothing wrong, right?
Anang also did nothing, just kissing.
Ah, why could Anang think that Santi would care what Anang did?
The woman is icy cold, and only warm during intercourse.
Not so anyway, Santi wants to take care of all the needs of Anang.
Santi is only cold when it comes to dealing with love.
Anang unconsciously daydreams about Santi, while staring at the plastic bag in Gita's hand.
"Want to drink now?" ask Gita who might see the eyes of Anang, who looks at her grocery bag.
"Yes" said Anang who had gathered his consciousness again, when Gita spoke to him.
Gita then opened the plastic bag, then took a glass of drink, and thrust it to Anang, while the rest, placed Gita on the table.
"Thank you!" anang.
"No problem. I haven't changed your guitar to a broken one yet" said Gita, then sat in the chair, in front of Anang.
"Not to think about it, 'have I bought a new guitar" said Anang then sipped his iced coffee, which had been opened.
"I'll replace it. How much did you buy your guitar?" ask Gita.
"No need. Its nothing. The guitar used to be obsolete, too" Anang said.
"Then I buy dinner outside, while walking with me. Wanna?" ask Gita as if to force.
"Hm... I can't tonight. I have an appointment to sing again" said Anang who also just remembered his schedule.
Anang looked at the clock on his phone screen.
It's almost six o'clock.
"Gita's... I need to get ready again to go. Sorry huh?!" anang.
"What time will he be home?" gita asked while standing up from her seat.
"Hm... Less know. Usually at midnight, if the invitation is not clear this event," said Anang who also stood up.
Anang then put his drinking glass on the table, and intended to take Gita out of her room.
"No idea what show?" gita asked as they walked slowly, towards the door.
"No. The songs also have no special orders," said Anang.
Anang had opened the door of his room, Gita still took the time to kiss Anang's lips there for a while, and hugged Anang tightly.
"I'll go home first then. I'm going to work tomorrow. If I can, I'll be here tomorrow. It's okay, isn't it?" said Gita.
"Yes. Its nothing. Just send a message before you get here. Who knows I'm still out" said Anang.
"okay!" gita is excited.
Back Gita kissed Anang's lips, then she left there with a smile, and waved her hand to Anang.
Anang looked here and there.
Santi was nowhere near.
Anang closed the door, then fell face down on the bed.
Anang wants to rest for a while before taking a shower, and go to the invitation later.
With his face facing the window, Anang closed his eyes there.
Santi is a jerk.
Almost every time there is time, Anang always serves his will, but still looking for extras outside.
In vain Anang was tired for him.
Does he want Anang to punish him for not being able to walk?
It's just that then, Anang can't work either.
But, it's the same.
Anang's work was also chaotic, perhaps it was better not to work, but the mind was calm.
Aargggh!
Anang shouted while covering his face with a pillow.
Love gobl*k.
Can't you choose someone else?
Let it not be as beautiful as Santi who is important to others, other than Santi, a woman who does not have a heart.
If Anang still can not control his mind, then at the invitation later, Anang will still appear bad.
Santi is not back yet.
Just good.
Anang intends to go alone at the invitation tonight, rather than just hurt to see him with another man.
It was enough to disturb the shadow about Santi with the Caucasian man earlier.
Actually, Anang little understood why Santi was always crazy about strangers.
The answer is clear and reasonable.
Because not necessarily the size of Anang, able to rival the size of foreign.
XL size here compared to abroad, still larger XL abroad.
Right, right?!
But do not let the size of Anang later compared to Santi, with other local goods.
"Hufft." Anang grunting.
Santi... Tired of life brother made you.
Reluctantly, Anang got out of bed, and walked slowly to the bathroom.
The cold water that fell from the shower over Anang's head, simply refreshed his hot head.
There may be hot steam now, coming out from between the roots of Anang's hair.
The feeling, Anang had lingered in the bathroom, but after finishing the bath, and he came out from inside, Santi was still invisible.
Anang chose clothes, and then started to wear clothes there.
Until Anang finished dressing, no Santi showed his nose stem that pointed.
Never mind, it's better for Anang to leave now.
Anang still has to find a taxi, or a taxi that can take him to where he will sing tonight.
While carrying his guitar, Anang walked out of the room, past the balcony, and down the stairs, while looking around if there was Santi, still nil.
Anang then walked out of the housing complex, which was quite far from the highway.
Thinking in Anang's head, if he should have asked Gita, how to order a taxi online, so he did not have to walk that far, just to find a ride.
The address that Santi recorded on his phone, was also quite far away, while the time was up.
Hopefully we can get a ride out later.
The housing portal is visible.
Not far away, Anang reached the highway.
Seen several motorized vehicles through the portal entering the residential area.
Fortunately, not how long Anang stood on the side of the road, there was a taxi that passed and wanted to stop when Anang waved his hand.
"Take me to this address!" said Anang, while showing his cellphone screen to the taxi driver.
The driver looked at the address, then nodded in agreement.
Anang felt there was something strange about the driver, who occasionally saw Anang from the rearview mirror, with a facial expression that Anang could not describe.
But Anang did not want to care too much about it, the important thing was to arrive at the destination on time.