LOVE SONG SINGLES
The Part 77
If it wasn't for the invitation venue filled with strangers, maybe Anang's singing activities that night, nothing would have been too special.
Ja. It was full of strangers, without any guests present, who had the same race as Anang and Santi.
Although most of the guests present seemed to have aged also married, but there were still some pieces of young men who lost their way, and attended there.
Some of the female guests who still looked young, who were smiling while watching Anang sing, did not attract Anang's attention at all.
Although Anang occasionally satisfied the spies who looked at him, by looking at them, but Anang's eyes remained more focused on Santi.
Santi with the skin, and the local face, really striking among all the reddish white skin there.
Just imagine Anang's anxiety that night...
Indeed, no one held Santi's hand, or that made Santi laugh with joy, but a small laugh and a sweet smile on the woman's face while chatting with the people there, enough to make Anang feel anxious.
Fortunately there was something that made Anang feel a little calm, and could breathe in the midst of the distress.
Every now and then, Santi still looked at her, smiling.
Likewise, when Santi approached Anang to change the lyric text on Anang's phone screen, Santi still took a hold of Anang's hand for a while.
It was just fine to keep Anang excited about singing without ruining his appearance, because of the bad shadow about the bule youth with Santi.
Even so, Anang felt confident, if after Anang finished singing, then joined with Santi and other guests, Anang would become a figurine, who was mute and deaf there.
And it's true Anang's guess.
It feels like Anang just wants to take Santi directly home, rather than having to join among the people, who talk like chirping I say in Anang's ear.
Good, but it's not understandable what that means.
And worse, they do not speak in English, but rather a language that can twist the tongue until tangles slip.
There are local people, but who work as servants at the hotel.
And the hotel employees, can talk with tongues twisted like foreign guests there.
But, the hotel employees also seemed not interested, to talk to Anang.
Never mind...
Importantly, Santi did not mind showing off his affection with Anang, who was embracing Santi's waist now.
"We're just getting home soon. It looks like you will get an offer to sing in a jazz club" said Santi, holding the hand of Anang who grabbed his waist.
"If so, we can all travel to Paris," continued Santi.
Anang did not reply, only being able to wait until Santi finished talking, with a few people in front of him.
"Would you like to go home now?" ask Santi suddenly.
"Yes. I can't stand it if I have to bengong any longer." said Anang slowly.
Santi laughed, then turned around.
Santi embraces Anang's neck with both hands while raising his head, as if asking Anang to kiss him, without the need for him to tiptoe, or pulling Anang to get closer.
Anang will not refuse. Sure is!
Anang then lowered his head, and kissed Santi's lips for a while, before Santi distanced his face from Anang.
"God! I want us to dance like the other guests" Santi said with a laugh, and pointed to the side with a glance at his eyes.
Then I looked at the middle of the room.
The people who danced, indeed, looked friendly and quite pleasant, but Anang was not sure if he could be like them.
"I don't know how to dance that way. Instead of me stepping on your feet, mending us go home now," said Anang.
"Yes, already... Come on, let's get out now!" santi said, who almost laughed.
As Anang embraced Santi's waist, they walked out of the luxurious hotel building.
"Tomorrow all day there is no schedule at all. Is there anything you want to do? Or go for a walk where that is?" santi asked, when they were on their way back to the boarding house.
Anang remained silent.
There is no special plan.
But Anang remembered Santi's father's message, so they would visit Santi's father's house, if they had time.
Anang did not want to bring up the first thing about going to Santi's father's house now.
It was enough to bother Santi by going there this afternoon.
*****
When Anang shifted the curtains open, outside the window, the water mist blurred the view, until it was almost impenetrable to Anang's vision.
It is rare to see such water fog, even though it is still very early.
This morning, it was quite cold after a night of heavy rain from the time they came home from the party, until almost dawn.
Santi was still asleep, though Anang had already gotten out of bed.
Some days Santi does look more limp than usual days.
Maybe because of his 'Uninvited guest', which made his power seem drained.
Anang who has been bathing since, then approached Santi.
"Still sleepy?" anang asked, when he saw Santi opening his eyes, as Anang sat beside him.
"Hm... Pretty," said Santi, then sat down and hugged Anang.
"You took a shower early in the morning. Where you going?" santi asked in a faint voice.
"Not anywhere. Just want to take a shower to be fresh" replied Anang.
"I'm going to take a shower too... Hhooaamm!" santi said as she yawned, then moved down from the bed.
Anang held Santi who still looked staggering, so as not to fall.
While waiting for Santi in the bathroom, Anang checked the contents of his phone.
Anang swiped the screen of his phone, while reading some incoming messages.
Feeling nothing interesting, Anang then sat near the window, then plucked the guitar strings, carelessly, while looking out the window.
The fog is almost no more.
And it feels tumben once, the complex road in front of the boarding building, can be seen a lot of vehicles passing by.
Like there is an event, or what activities make people busy down and down the street.
Anang watched one by one the passing vehicles, until almost daydreaming there.
"Is there anything interesting?" santi's voice surprised Anang, and made Anang almost drop his guitar.
Santi had finished his bath, and walked over to Anang.
Santi who just wrapped a towel, then sat on the lap of Anang, who had put his guitar to the wall.
"Nothing. Just surprised, the street tumben in front of it rame so," said Anang.
Santi looked out.
"Oh... Maybe because it's a red date today. So people on the streets. It's a holiday, right?!" sahut Santi's.
"We're not going for a walk?" santi asked while looking at Anang.
"Where are you going?" Then back asked.
"Hm... Let's go to the supermarket. You can walk while shopping, daily necessities. Wanna?" bring Santi.
"Yes, it's up to you" Anang said.
Santi smiled and kissed Anang's lips, and almost stood up, but Anang held him back and kissed Santi there until he was satisfied.
"If you've been dancing, then you don't want me to kiss again" said Anang.
Santi laughed a little, then walked towards the closet.
"Later, you want to go to your papa's house again?" anang asked, while Santi was wearing his clothes.
"For what?" santi asked in a surprised tone.
"Yesterday, your father ordered me to take you there again if there's time. Today there is no work, if you want, we can go there. It's not good to think, I don't want to see your father again" Anang explained.
"Hm... Later, I think about it," said Santi.