LOVE SONG SINGLES
Part 7's

Santi is a beautiful woman. With a bahenol body, like a Spanish guitar. It is tall with pale white skin, due to its working hours at night, and is almost never exposed to the sun.

If only looking at his physique, a normal man like Anang clearly swallowed saliva.

But, the cost of Santi's appearance for a day, can not afford the cost of Anang's salary, even though he worked a full month.

Anang looked at Santi from the tip of his hair to his feet, furrowing his eyebrows. Santi does not wear makeup, only wears loose-fitting jerseys with regular shorts, paired with flip-flops.

"No excuses?" anang asked without thinking, before he regretted his question when he saw Santi's face turned into sangar.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to say that. I'm just wondering because you're not dressed up." Anang really regretted the question, until Anang stuck out his rude hand to Santi.

Santi just looked at Anang for a while, then touched Anang's hand just like that. Whether because of anger, reluctance or disgust, Anang did not know.

"What do you need?" santi asked in a flat voice.

"That!" said Anang, pointing at the phone Santi was holding.

"What do you mean?" santi asked who looked confused.

"Would you teach me to wear that? What can it be for?" ask Anang. This time he put a glaring look on his face that was indeed pitiful.

Santi just looked at Anang. Longtime. Without answering Anang's question.

Anang had no idea what the woman was thinking. Moreover, her beautiful face looked flat with no expression. Aye ... Beautiful, even without makeup, Santi is still beautiful, though not as beautiful as Miss Jordan.

Ahhh ...! What right does Anang compare women who will only be interested in him, in his dreams alone.

"Would you like to be taught how?" Santi's question disperse Anang's daydream.

"How do you wear that? Do you use monthly payments like rent'an?" Anang really doesn't understand. He himself was confused as to what.

Anang looked at Santi's face looking more relaxed, before the woman said,

"We'll find a seat first. My feet ached if I stood up like this."

Santi's words were like a breath of fresh wind from the mountains, which swept Anang's disheveled face, until it penetrated into his ears.

Anang put on a happy, or perhaps spooky, face, which was obvious, as Anang pointed at the old bench that had been tilted near the road, Santi looked frightened.

But Santi just wanted to sit there, next to Anang.

Anang saw a mobile phone screen that depicted a handsome and handsome man, with many boxes on it that could be shifted Santi's fingers are slender, with nail polish is bright red.

Concentrate on!

There is nothing to learn, if busy thinking about what Santi hand can make, on the bed.

Ahhh ...! Thought again.

Moreover, Santi's smooth thighs were clearly visible, when the woman's shorts were too short, interested in rising up to show her skin almost to Santi's groin.

It felt, Anang wanted to warm Santi's thigh with both hands.

It must be cold, right, at nights like this?

Anang gulped, until his jakun went up and down on his neck.

Santi looked patiently teaching Anang who asked. Sometimes I repeat the same question.

How not to repeat, if the eyes see the phone but the mind is always fixed to the old cotton mattress, which can be fragrant with the scent of Santi perfume that had been circling in Anang's nose.

Will be lost to Anang's virginity if this continues.

As Anang pinched his own thigh, something that stood out would make Santi slap him without hesitation. He must be able to control his mind ... Or maybe something in his pants? Everything has to be controlled.

And for sure, Anang must be able to understand the usefulness of the phone, before Santi realized something that looked up, and urged up in between the thighs of Anang, which was illuminated by the dim light of the street lamp.

Santi showed a picture of a man, whose good looks would not be easy to find Anang, on the street.

"Try cutting your hair like this. Good loh! Trend again now. Maybe you will get more money while busking," said Santi who sounded excited.

Anang thought, if maybe true what Santi said.

"It's not expensive to cut a model's hair?" asked Anang, who was tempted by Santi's talk.

"Come with me! Not far from here is a haircut of my acquaintance. He won't ask for a heavy fee. I'm not going anywhere, I can take you there. Wanna?" said Santi, while staring at Anang's face for a long time.

Anang felt his heart move down his stomach, as it twitched as Santi looked at him like that.

Anang quickly stood up, then turned his back to Santi. He prepared to step out his legs, all to cover up his failure to control his mind.

"Wait here for a second! I'll take the money first!" Anang hurriedly walked back to his nursery.

Anang gouged out two pieces of money from the belly of his beloved chicken, which he thought might be enough, for the price of cutting his hair. If there is any rest, maybe you can treat Santi to eat satay on the roadside.

Mumpung Santi is not working, and wants to take a walk with him.

In a hurry, Anang walked again to where Santi was sitting.

The beautiful woman was still there, staring at the screen of her phone.

Anang quickened his pace, lest Santi change his mind if too long waiting for him.

"Can we go now?" asked Anang, while pretentiously sticking out his hand as if he was inviting Santi to dance with him.

Santi seemed to laugh amusedly, but he welcomed Anang's hand. Then walk with Anang side by side.

Not far? No kidding.

They have walked up to almost two kilometers from their boarding houses, but have not yet reached their destination.

Fortunately Santi faithfully accompanied Anang. Otherwise, Anang had already turned around, and cancelled his hair change tonight.

Anang's tiredness when he had to go back a long way again, erased by Santi's smile that seemed happy, with something that Santi saw, on the screen of his phone.

Finally they both arrived at the place where Santi was referring to.

"Darling, why are you making me work so hard at night. Later I can not serve my brondong," said friend Santi, while holding Anang's hair rolled Anang carelessly.

Santi's friend who appears to be the owner of the place, a soft-boned man, with his hands tapering like women's hands. Likewise on his face that wears thick makeup.

With just the tip of his hand, he seemed reluctant to hold onto Anang's hair.

"Come say! Our kasian has come all the way here" said Santi, writhing spoiled on the half-woman's shoulder.

"okay! For your sake dear," said Santi's friend, while preparing a cloth, which he then attached to Anang's neck.

"We wash first, man!" said Santi's friend in a high voice.

Anang just nodded his head.

Although feeling humiliated, but Anang willingly. This time not for his plastic chicken, but for the sake of Santi who since finished persuading his friend, busy staring at the screen of his phone again.