LOVE SONG SINGLES
The Part 63
"You're more than an hour late" Santi said, looking frantic at the clock on his phone.
"I'm sorry... I overslept. I should have told the person who invited you, that you were still busy," Santi said in a regretful tone.
What should a woman like Santi be?
Maybe that was Santi's job.
But if you use the heart, Anang obviously did not have the heart to see it, and even more affectionate with the woman.
"It's okay. Just call and apologize, if I can't go there," said Anang.
"Pescribe a taxi now. Let's just go home. I'm just gonna take a break. My throat hurts," Anang continued.
Santi then nodded his head, then started typing something on his phone screen.
When they came out of the building, the rain was still pouring down on the earth.
The darkness of the night had replaced the sun that had sunk earlier.
Anang hugged Santi's waist, and one of his hands again covered Santi's head, while running into the taxi car that had just come to pick them up.
Santi looks shivering with cold.
The shirt he wore was quite wet, probably because it was coupled with air conditioning in the car that lit up, which made Santi's body tremble even more.
Anang hugged Santi, until he leaned on Anang's chest, rubbing his arms.
It was not that Anang did not feel cold, but warming Santi in such a way, could also make himself feel a little warm.
Most importantly, Anang could hug Santi without Santi refusing, and put on a fierce face to Anang.
That's pretty good, isn't it?
Until they arrive at the boarding houses, Anang still hugs Santi.
Anang just took off his embrace after they were already in the room.
More precisely, Santi who took off Anang's embrace from his body, and walked in, continued to the bathroom, leaving Anang alone, with his turmoil.
Santi was still in the bathroom, until Anang finished changing his clothes with a T-shirt and shorts.
Anang then looked at his phone screen.
There was a bubble of incoming messages from the Gita, about five minutes ago.
Anang then presses the message bubble, to see the contents of the Gita message.
'Where to?' the message of the Gita.
'Dikost, we just got home. Why?' Reply Anang.
Before long, Gita replied to Anang's message.
'I was on my way home from the office, I stopped by there, is it okay?' the Gita message
'My friend bought me a martabak, but mostly if I eat alone, baby if only thrown away' Gita's message came in again.
'You guys chat for a while' Gita's message went in a row, without Anang typing a reply for him.
'Just mind' Reply Anang.
Not until five minutes, the door of the boarding room was knocked from the outside.
Very quickly?
Never mind...
Anang walked over and opened the door.
Gita was already standing in front of the door, holding a plastic bag, with her hair and clothes slightly wet on her shoulders, up to almost the chest.
Seeming trembling, the sound of teeth gurgling Gita until almost heard Anang, amid the noise of rain water that touched the roof of the building.
"Lake in!" said Anang.
Gita then walked into the room.
Anang then took one clean T-shirt from his closet.
"Change your clothes on this first. Instead of catching a cold" Anang told Gita, who had been sitting in her seat, and had put her plastic bag on the table.
Gita then took the clothes that Anang handed to her, then walked into the bathroom.
Anang saw Santi who was again busy with his cellphone screen, as if he did not care about all the movements of Anang and Gita there.
Just as Anang was about to reprimand Santi, Gita had already come out of the bathroom and said,
"Thank you!" with a sweet smile.
Anang almost laughed to see Gita's body almost drowned in her t-shirt.
Naturally, Anang's body size compared to the Gita, far difference.
Gita is more or less the same size and height with Santi, it would look funny if wearing Anang clothes that are much larger than him.
Anang then sat on the side of the bed, opposite Santi.
While Gita, pulled a chair and sat almost face to face with Anang.
"You're not working tonight?" ask Gita.
"No. Last time distudio, until late went to the invitation. So we just go home" said Anang.
"You want to eat the hammer now? Mumpung is still hot," said Gita then stood up, and took a plastic bag from the table, and brought it closer to where Anang was sitting
"Santi! You want?" ask Gita.
Santi just raised his face a little, then shook his head, and looked back at the screen of his phone.
Maybe because Gita saw Santi who seemed to not care about her, Gita also followed by acting as if Santi was not there.
With a break, Gita opened a plastic bag, then took out a few bottles of mineral water, and a box filled with martabak.
Gita also held Anang's hand, then dripped the hand sanitizer liquid from the small bottle hanging from it, onto the palms of Anang's hands.
"Have you started recording?" gita asked, dripping the hand sanitizer over her own hand.
"Still testing the single. Do not know what later," said Anang, then take a piece of martabak eggs are still warm, and feed it the feathers.
Gita is too. He took a piece of his hammer and ate it.
"Good indeed... If you have started recording, then another one invites you to sing. Maybe later you will hold your own concert," said Gita.
Gita looks happy, with Anang's career improvement, until she can barely stop smiling.
"Hopefully it goes well. I had almost run out of sound, because of the repeated recording," said Anang, hoping.
"Amen!" said Gita.
"When you answered my message earlier, I was in front of this hostel. Only I was hesitating if I stopped, just in case you weren't here" said Gita.
"Yes. If it had been going to the legislation, maybe now we have not come home," said Anang while looking at the tips of his fingers that felt a little numb.
Gita then held Anang's hand, then came to see the fingertips of Anang's hand.
"If you play the guitar for a long time, the skin will be so hard?" asked Gita while looking at Anang's fingers.
"Yes," Anang said briefly.
"I want to learn to play guitar. Doesn't his finger hurt later?" ask Gita now while looking at Anang's face fixedly.
"Not really. If you want, later if you are not busy, I can teach you," said Anang.
"Can you now?" tanya Gita is excited.
"Hm... Lt could. A minute!" said Anang.
Anang then stood up, and walked to the other side of the bed where Santi was sitting, because it was walled near the window, there was an Anang guitar that was stood there earlier.
Santi still did not care about Anang who passed by, as if he did not see the presence of Anang who was now standing near him, and still looked at his counselor.
Anang let out a long sigh, while looking at Santi who was still ignoring him.