LOVE SONG SINGLES
Part 137's
Reluctantly, Anang got ready for his trip again that morning.
And it was according to Anang's guess.
Not long since his vehicle began to leave from the front of the apartment building, it feels like Anang will vomit because of motion sickness.
The shock of the vehicle that drove at an above average speed, especially when passing through the streets that many twists, really made Anang feel nauseous.
When Anang looked out of the window beside him, it worsened his dizziness.
Cold sweat began to appear on Anang.
Santi probably noticed Anang's movements and gestures, then approached Anang.
While sitting on my shoulder in Anang's thigh, Santi wiped the sweat on Anang's forehead.
"Dizziness?" santi asked in an anxious voice.
Anang did not answer, let alone move his head, it felt like Anang would not be able to bear it, and most likely he would remove all of his entrails.
Santi stood up from Anang's lap, then I don't know what he did next, because Anang did not want to open his eyes.
Santi again sat on Anang's lap, then put something on Anang's lips.
"Try me to eat this! Who knows can reduce his drunkenness," said Santi.
He opened his mouth a little.
"Muncheted! Don't swallow it right away! You're afraid you'll choke!" said Santi.
Anang felt that Santi was pushing like a medicinal tablet, into Anang's mouth.
Anang chewed slowly a tablet that tasted like mint candy, but there was no sweetness at all, almost tasted bland.
After swallowing little by little, the tablet that had been finely chewed his teeth, Anang's nausea began to disappear.
And for a few minutes later, the dizziness was also reduced a lot.
Anang opened his eyes, and looked at Santi who was still sitting on his lap.
"Easy?" ask Santi.
"Yes" said Anang.
"Thank you...!" santi said and smiled sweetly.
"What was that?" asked Anang curiously.
"Medicine maag!" santi almost laughed.
Anang furrowed his brows.
"No eucalyptus oil or balm. Yep... How else would you like? But the important thing is to reduce your travel hangover, right?" said Santi.
Anang hugged Santi, until Santi leaned against him.
There is Santi's mind.
But, it managed to reduce nausea and dizziness Anang, meaning there is no harm if Anang take the drug, if until he feels nauseous again.
Until they arrive at the first event, Anang can still feel fine, and not be disturbed again by drunken travel at all.
This time the event was held in an open field, amid the hot sun in the city, with a high enough stage.
While waiting for his turn to go on stage, Anang saw the reactions of the audience who just stood up, saw and listened to the singer on stage.
Diverse audience reactions.
There are performers on stage who are given applause and festive cheers, but there are also performers who can respond poorly, to the point of being thrown with bottles or cans of drink.
During Anang performed in several events, this time Anang saw the extreme audience reaction like that.
Meaning, if they are not satisfied when Anang appears later, Anang could also be pelted with bottles like some other performers.
Sadistic!
Already embarrassed, sick anyway...
Anang shook his head.
"Why?" ask Santi.
Anang turned towards Santi who was standing beside him, while struggling in Anang's arms.
"You nervous?" ask Santi.
Anang shook his head.
"No! I don't care, they like it or not. I don't know them!" said Anang lightly.
Santi nodded his head.
"Good!" said Santi.
"Then, I also do not need to worry," continued Santi.
"You really don't have to worry about me too much." said Anang then lowered his head to kiss Santi's aunt.
After Anang kissed her, Santi smiled widely.
Anang embraces Santi, until Santi is completely attached to his body.
Before long, someone came to Anang and Santi, then spoke with Santi.
It seemed that it was almost time for Anang, who went on stage.
And sure enough, it was Anang's turn to perform now.
Anang really does not care, with what will be the reaction of the audience.
All Anang thought about was because he liked to sing, and that was enough.
Want the results to be good or not at that time, Anang did not want to pay attention to it anymore.
Anang sings and plays his guitar, lightly without any meaningful burden.
There was no longer the ritual of sighing long, or closing his eyes while singing.
Either Anang began to lose his soul, or indeed so it does not care.
And after she finished singing.
Although Anang was not stoned by a bottle, but Anang just bent over, without smiling, then hurriedly walked down from the stage, and approached Santi.
"Let's get back to the van!" anang.
Anang could see that Santi looked like he was confused to see it, but Anang preferred that they quickly leave.
In the van that had returned to speed on the road, Santi did not comment anything, but occasionally Anang could see that Santi glanced at Anang, with the tip of his eyes.
Anang stood up and approached Santi, making Santi stand, then Anang sat down and pulled Santi, to sit on his lap.
"Every time we go back in here, I want you to sit on my lap. No need to wait for me to ask you again!" chirps Anang.
Santi nodded his head, without saying anything.
Anang hugged Santi tightly.
It felt, the only thing that could still comfort Anang, just because there was Santi with him.
They are sick of living in that country.
The trip in one day alone, which makes Anang drunk travel is also quite torturous, and makes Anang more often take stomach ulcers, to reduce his discomfort.
In every event that Anang attended, no one could attract the attention of Anang anymore.
When he went up on stage, nothing could make Anang worried, or the desire to satisfy his audience, like when Anang was still busking until he became a call singer.
Anang even looked at the audience, just like a shadow that was meaningless to Anang.
Whether the response of the people who became the audience, good or bad, Anang never wanted to pay attention, let alone take heart.
To the extent that at one event, Anang even had to forget the lyrics of the song, Anang also once messed up his guitar game at another event.
Either Anang can not, or does not want to concentrate, it is no longer distinguishable which one, which happened to him.
The important thing is that Anang has performed, that's all.
Apparently, Anang did lose his spirit, and his soul to sing, not just a sense of indifference.
Singing is not something fun, for Anang.
Anang was really exhausted.
But all of that is not sure when it will end.
