LOVE SONG SINGLES
Part 8's
The gurgling man, it turns out not as soft as Anang thought.
Roughly he pulled Anang dreadlocks into the tub, until it felt like Anang's headstone would be released, and so a backup helmet coating.
Just want Anang to curse the man so-called events.
But, how else? Rice has become porridge, or rather, Anang's hair has become grizzled.
When washing Anang's hair, the man's clasped hands ruffled Anang's hair which was already ruffled, with fragrant shampoo or dishwashing soap.
I don't know what was clear when the bus was painful, when it accidentally entered Anang's eyes.
The man or woman then rinses the remaining foam in Anang's hair, with a spray of water in a hydraulic car wash.
Just imagine her date....
Let alone fleas or cockroaches, Anang's head can be removed if the spray is directed to Anang's neck.
Upholstery cloth on Anang's shoulder, unable to withstand the amount of water stuck in Anang's hair. To the extent that the T-shirts worn by Anang also get wet.
Flagship jerseys ... That's a flagship T-shirt!
"I opened my shirt first. It's cold!" said Anang in a soft voice.
"As much as you are, man!" said Santi's friend.
Anang then went into the bathroom at the back of the salon. Take off the shirt and hang it on the door. Anang hopes that after finishing his hair tidied up, his favorite T-shirt is dry.
Anang only wears upholstery to cover his upper body. Then sit in a chair, in front of a large mirror.
Shocked to see his own face.
It's only fitting that Santi's friends constantly call him 'man'.
Anang with a sangar face and tangled mane hair expands, it does look like a male lion that almost died so old age.
But, the former shave of his beard and mustache, still looks attractive. Blackish blue in the skin of the exotic Anang, brown sapodilla mature. Anang's feeling, that's pretty cool.
You need to buy a mirror, no need as big as a mirror in the salon. But at the very least, it could be to see Anang's nose hair dangling out from his nose.
The man then began to cut Anang's hair, which was excessive in length.
"You want to model how this is, man?" asked the man while looking at Anang in the mirror reflection in front of them.
Anang glanced at Santi who looked busy with his phone.
"Santi! Where's the picture of the hairdo? Can you show this to your friend?" anang asked half-screaming, so that Santi could pay attention to Anang's words.
"Eh, Just a minute!" sahut Santi's. He was then seen walking towards the salon.
Anang saw the two of them were staring at the picture on the phone, until their saliva almost dripped from each other's mouths.
"Gethem! ... Ehhem!"
Anang inevitably had to pretend to cough. Because otherwise, they will both forget that Anang only wears a thin cloth for his body, so busy licking pictures of handsome men on the mobile screen.
He managed to attract both of them.
"Okay cyin, I'll do the man's hair first!" said the gemulai man.
Anang confused to call it what, so just like it. Instead of Anang asking her name, then she thought Anang would seduce her, not funny!
Electric scissors and shearers, walk around Anang's head. Sat, set, Anang's stricken hair began to fall on the floor.
Anang stared at his matted crown that fell right over the upholstery of his body. Just stare, not look for lice or cockroaches that might fall with the haircut.
Since coming overseas, Anang never touched his hair with scissors.
Almost five years, if Anang is not miscalculated, because it only based on the meat stews that the owner of the boarding house distributed, during the holiday.
Anang did not dare to look at his face in the mirror, just now it had almost made him fall unconscious.
Though the feeling of his head is light, it means that a lot of his hair has disappeared.
"It's done!" yell out Santi's friend's man.
"We wash again, new in the styling, let the model look," continued the man.
Anang just followed the man's steps while looking down, as well as when he had finished washing his hair, and returned to his seat.
Anang's head was blown using a device that issued a hot wind, while holding the fingers of the lentic male owner of the salon.
"OK, done!" yell that guy.
Then the atmosphere became quiet for some time.
What was?
Anang who had just looked down, then turned to look at Santi's friend's man.
Santi's friend's man, just silently looked at him. It is certain not to look at Anang's face, but to Anang's chest and stomach.
"Why?" ask Anang.
"Cyin! Let's see this!" said Santi's friend without blinking or turning, and kept looking at Anang.
Anang looked at his pants. He made sure that nothing stood out.
No. gabe. It still looks like normal.
Santi, who had been standing next to his boyfriend, was also seen staring at Anang's chest and stomach together.
What are they looking at? Is it possible that there is a panu and then they are afraid of being infected? Or is there a small animal in Anang's stomach that Anang can't see?
Santi's boyfriend, the owner of the salon, then extended his hand towards Anang's chest or stomach. Can not be sure Anang, Santi's boyfriend was willing to hold what.
Despite the confusion, Anang just let the man's hand approach him.
It turned out that the man was holding onto Anang's abdominal muscles.
"Dae! ... Why?" yelled Anang, standing up from his seat.
One and half of the women seemed increasingly interested in staring at Anang's stomach. Both of their eyes seemed to have forgotten how to blink.
"Wwooiyy! What's up?" asked Anang half-screaming.
Both of them seem to come out of something.
Anang looked at Santi who was smiling sweetly at him. But Anang did not believe it.
Santi smiled at him?
"You're so handsome!" said Santi.
Anang then looked at his face in the mirror next to him.
Right said Santi, Anang now looks handsome with short hair, up to the ears, also macho with a solid chest, and a checkered stomach.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" asked the owner of the salon, with a voice that sounded deliberately softened, smilingly looking at Anang.
Anang shook his head.
"You want to be my mistress?" ask the salon owner again.
Anang shuddered in horror, the salon owner's smile looked terrible in Anang's eyes.
Anang shook his head again. Anang forgot how to say no, so afraid to see the gaze of the salon owner who looked like he wanted to bite Anang.
Rroay!
The look on the salon owner's face changed, looking disappointed, and angry.
But, Anang did not want to long focus on seeing the salon owner who is not attractive.
Anang turned his eyes to the beautiful Santi, who was still smiling looking at Anang, as if being fascinated by Anang's new appearance.
Although Anang was happy to see Santi who seemed interested in him, over time Anang felt all of that to be strange.
Hurriedly, Anang walked past the woman and a half, then headed to the bathroom.
Anang wears a T-shirt hanging from the door, then returns to the front.
"How much is this haircut?" ask the salon owner.
"If you want to accompany me tonight, you don't have to pay" the man said.
"Eh, I can't! I have to go home! Tomorrow I work from dawn!" anang Sahut.
"Yes already! Pay him a piece of blue money!" the salon owner said with a brush.
Anang handed over a piece of red money, then before long, the salon owner returned a piece of blue money to Anang.
"San, let's go home!" take Anang to Santi.
Santi then looks to nod his head.