LOVE SONG SINGLES
Part 6's

Miss Jordan was seen standing on a mat that was lining the pavement during her sitting. So did Peter, a handsome man with a neat appearance, and clean with hair like a mandarin film player.

Peter made way for Miss Jordan to walk in front of her, as Peter followed slowly behind her.

"Come on!" Peter said to Anang who was still sitting.

Anang was amazed to see Peter who looked harmonious with Miss Jordan, when standing earlier, then walked past Anang.

Anang imagined that he could be as neat as Peter, maybe he was no less handsome.

Anang just realized from his daydream, when reprimanded Peter.

Anang then stood up, then followed the steps of the couple, who left the fragrant scent of perfume from their bodies when it was blown by the wind, while walking in front of Anang.

They both stopped in a van that looked bigger than Anang's nursery. Then after Peter opened the door for Miss Jordan to enter, he then invited Anang to come inside.

A fragrant aroma burst out from inside the vehicle, as Anang passed through his door.

Inside it was very clean, making Anang feel reluctant to set foot. Anang's colorful flip-flops she left on the doorstep.

"Just wear it alone" said Peter.

"No need. My spoon is dirty," Anang insisted on stepping in barefoot.

Anang was really amazed to see the inside of the vehicle. Four large chairs, with luxurious leather. Bright as the night market, even from outside the van looks nothing.

The soft seat made Anang as if he could not thank his mattress which he had been wearing to relieve his fatigue.

"Just a second!" peter said as he walked to the front of the vehicle, when he had entered with Miss Jordan, and Anang.

Anang looked at Miss Jordan, sitting sweetly while holding her foot on one of the chairs in front of her.

Before long, Peter looks back, then thrusts an envelope at Anang.

"This is for you" said Peter.

Anang looked at Peter, then looked towards Miss Jordan who nodded her head. Anang then receives an envelope from Peter's hand.

Then without opening it, Anang just put the object in his pocket on the back of his pants.

"If we want to see you. Where do we find you?" peter asked while sitting in one of the chairs.

"Hm... I live on a farm under an overpass. Also if morning until afternoon, I work in various places where there is development work....

... If it's night, you can come to this area only," said Anang, explaining shamelessly.

Not to seek mercy, he just prefers to talk honestly, rather than later when people find out the truth and he will be humiliated and become a laughing stock.

Peter furrowed his brows. The look on his face changed. Then she whispered with Miss Jordan.

"Good! Then when we want to see you, we'll come here again. Thank you, Mas Anang," said Peter, extending his hand to Anang.

Anang then greeted the hand of Peter who wanted to shake hands with him. Before he finally got out of the vehicle.

Not long after, from the front window of the driver's open van, Peter still took the time to wave to Anang, when the vehicle began to speed on the road.

Until Anang could no longer see the back of the vehicle, he took the envelope out of his pants pocket. Anang then opened the envelope and looked at the contents.

Anang's eyes were wide. He had never seen that much money in one hold. A lot of money, as much as four times the monthly salary of Anang while working as a handyman.

With excited steps Anang walked home, down the sidewalk. On the way, he remembered the sandals under the lamp post.

Anang saw some young people who had gathered on the road, it seems they will again make attractions on the quiet streets.

Anang looked down at the street light pole. The slippers were still there, as if no one was interested in picking them up. Anang wears his new sandals with a happy heart.

Anang watched for a while, young people who acrobat with their motorcycles. While waiting in case someone would ask for the sandal on his leg, come back.

But for so long he was there, no one seemed to be looking for something. Anang continued his steps to go home. He was already impatient to give his red chicken a meal.

While passing the house of worship near where he lived, Anang set aside his money to donate, before he continued his steps towards his room map.

Arriving at his room, Anang folded the small sheets of precious paper and then put them into his favorite chicken, one by one until it ran out of his hands.

The beautiful woman earlier, did not fit if put in her chicken piggy bank, but the contents of the envelope giving it can still go into it.

Not only was Anang full, his chicken was also full, his chicken belly was almost full.

Now he wasn't too worried just in case he got sick like he used to.

Bad memories when sick in his village, then do not have any money, Anang almost died if not helped by his neighbors take care of the certificate is not able.

In this city he must be able to take care of himself, although there are neighbors who want to help, not necessarily can, because of the identity of Anang who is only a newcomer in the city.

With the savings to keep watch like that, a sense of calm, and pleasure Anang, immeasurable.

It is not that Anang does not believe that his God will take care of him, but he knows that when he is still able, he must try as much as he can, the rest then he entrusts to the creator.

Anang stared at the ceiling of his room, which occasionally trembled, as a quite loud voice flashed across it.

Why would Miss Jordan and Peter give that kind of money away, just for a simple recording while she sings?

Does such a recording make money?

Aimed where later?

Anang grew curious, with what was really going on in the outside world. The more here, the way people live is more different, from the past.

Clearly, all of those differences seem to be due to an object called a cell phone. Because everywhere, from complex mothers, to Miss Jordan, also seems to use mobile phones for entertainment.

I thought about buying a cell phone.

Anang glanced at his chicken that had just been stuffed.

Ah, No!

Moreover, he did not know for sure what the point of the object, other than the phone, text, watch drakor, and camera.

Anang walked out of his room. As far as Anang there is one resident there who has that thing. It's just that this night, he must have gone by the side of the road, in the middle of the city.

Oh, Yeah! Anang just remembered, if that person would not be in the hostel now.

Just as Anang was about to turn back to his room, the person he was looking for was walking opposite him.

"Sane... Santi!" shouted Anang.