LOVE SONG SINGLES
Part 9's

Along the way back to the wild boarding under the bridge, Santi continued to smile at Anang.

Should Anang smile, or should Anang be afraid?

The more strange it feels, when he saw Santi not staring at the screen of his phone, but instead constantly glancing at Anang.

Anang obviously felt happy, but unfortunately Anang did not know how to talk to a woman who seemed to like him like that.

Anang is inexperienced.

While still wearing a blue white uniform, Anang once invited a girl to be his girlfriend, but was rejected outright.

For that reason, the girl preferred men in white-gray uniforms.

When Anang was already wearing a white-gray uniform, Anang tried his luck by shooting the same girl, who at that time also became his classmate.

He was rejected again.

Now the reason, the girl prefers men who have worn suits and pants material.

If until now meet again, Anang already does not know let alone the reason the girl rejected him. Maybe he prefers men who are already bald.

Aaa ... Anang was eager to hold Santi's delicate hand with his rough hands, holding hands while enjoying the journey back under the bridge, illuminated by the dim street lights.

But how? Did Anang just take Santi's hand?

Anang then tries to catch Santi's hand.

It worked!

Santi's smile grew wider.

I thought of something that worried him.

Don't-don't because of the red sheet of paper in her pocket, which Santi was targeting!

Anang tried to shake his bad thoughts. But the thought kept coming up. Because Santi does not usually care, even though the customer is old and ugly, as long as he can buy him powder.

Anang accidentally, never saw Santi teasing a man with a distended stomach who was driving a car.

It must be because of Anang's red sheet of paper. But it's okay, just a sheet. Don't let Santi want a plastic chicken in his house, whole.

Delightful. Holding Santi's hand is indeed very fun, compared to holding the hand of a cement bucket.

Occasionally, Anang glanced at Santi who was now his arm stuck to Anang's arm, smiling.

"Why keep smiling?" asked Anang, who could not help his curiosity anymore.

"You turned out to be handsome, yes" said Santi.

"Really?" ask Anang to make sure.

"Yes!" sahut Santi, while pulling the bangs of his hair that fell on his face, behind the ears.

It felt like flying was made by Santi tonight.

Here's how it feels to get a compliment from someone we like, huh? Make the bushes like complex mothers with drakor 'li min ho'nya.

Especially when Santi fix his bangs, my God, beautiful not kelulungan. Unfortunately, not necessarily Santi want to be Anang's girlfriend.

Anang is still dreaming to ...

Suddenly the sound of a song from Santi's phone, and disperse the daydream of Anang, about the beautiful girl.

Santi was then seen pressing something on the screen of his phone, then pasted the object into his ear.

"Hello!" said Santi.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Now?"

"Oohs... Okay, I'll dance a minute."

Anang saw Santi talking to his phone for some time. Anang's vegetables could hear a heavy man's voice, coming out of Santi's phone, which was earthy with Santi's voice.

Later, Santi is seen pressing the screen of his phone again.

"Mas! I go first, right?! Someone's gonna pick me up now. Tomorrow afternoon before Mas Anang goes ngamen, can I teach using a cell phone again....

... Just come to my room! Yes huh?! I was in a hurry," said Santi hurriedly, then he half ran through the narrow alley of wild boarding houses in front of them.

Anang could only be silent looking at the back of Santi, who disappeared between the plywood buildings lined up unruly.

What to say, Anang is not anything Santi. There was no way he would forbid Santi to be picked up by someone else.

If Anang had ten full-fledged chickens, Anang would have kept Santi, to stay with him that night.

Anang inevitably, returned to his narrow map alone. Tonight he'll sleep face down, in order to feel as if he's bullying something, or someone. Less is more like that.

For now, Anang can only dream, if Santi will warm the cold body Anang, in his room.

Never mind, Anang couldn't think too much about it. It took a lot of struggle, then a beautiful woman like Santi, wanted to be with him all night until morning.

It's good that Santi was already willing to hold his hand earlier.

Anang kissed his hand. The scent of perfume that Santi stuck in it ... Fragrant.

That was enough to make Anang sleep well tonight.

Anang stepped slowly towards his map.

To cut the hair alone, already drain a piece of blue money. But, it doesn't matter. As a result, Anang can hold Santi's hand, even for a while.

While lying on his old bed, Anang stared at the ceiling of his room. It seems he should try to take care of himself first. Who knows, his life could change even better.

Tomorrow, Anang will buy some basic necessities for himself. At least the toiletries that can make it clean and fragrant. All with a mirror, and a small comb.

Maybe also the schedule that night, indeed for Anang to change his appearance for the better.

Just do not overdo the shopping, it does not seem to be draining a lot of money.

Suddenly, Anang felt impatient to be able to miss that night.

Anang closed his eyes, and before long, he finally fell asleep, so tired.

***

As usual, the hubbub of Anang's neighboring mothers, became the best alarm to wake him in the morning.

After changing her clothes to her work uniform, Anang leaves for the housing where she works, excitedly.

Anang briefly greeted some of his neighbors whom he met, and who looked at him with astonished looks.

Earlier, Anang had also gouged some money from the chicken stomach, for him to use his shopping needs, after work later.

When he passed through the housing portal, were it not for his gaping work clothes and shoes, the security guard who had now become his friend, could hardly recognize him anymore.

"Spirit bro! Cool!" shouted the young guard, as Anang passed through his guard post.

"Ready boss!" sahut Anang, while hurriedly chasing time to work, also for his breakfast that morning.

So confused Anang's coworkers see it, Anang can get a normal breakfast like a normal person.

A piece of cucumber cake, and a glass of coffee, Anang got.

And while enjoying his breakfast, Anang thought that right now, everything seemed much better.

Anang's heavy work while climbing the stairs all the way to the fourth floor, no longer felt heavy for him. His strength was no longer excessive to the point of shaking, as he usually did when he ate coffee porridge.

Until the working hours are over, Anang remains excited. No injuries, no additional injuries.

After the work hours were over, Anang stepped in with certainty to stop by at the grocery store. Then she started picking things, which she thought she would need to take care of herself.

Anang came home with a plastic bag, also gaping shoes, has been replaced with rubber boots that are usually worn by his colleagues, at work.