LOVE SONG SINGLES

Part 147's

The G key, the F key, the E key, the major, the minor, the tone key sounds disheveled, without any orderly arrangement in the room.

Anang plucked the strings of his guitar carelessly, while humming.

Earlier, Anang was lying down and trying to sleep, but maybe because his mind was in a mess, there was no sign Anang could fall asleep.

In fact, it only makes Anang's body hurt, because it was circling on the bed.

By holding the guitar, and listening to the tone, can make Anang feel better.

People with a mellow voice like Anang, can indeed quickly calm down by listening to the sound of music.

So the more unlikely it feels, that Anang will stop singing just like that.

Anang can even make a new song, when he just focuses his mind on the tones, which come out of the sound of his guitar quotes.

With his phone, Anang has already made a rough recording, a new song that he can compose in no time.

"There is Papa wanting to meet you downstairs," said Santi, who was suddenly standing at the door.

Not yet Anang said Santi, the woman had turned around, then disappeared from Anang's sight.

Anang put down his guitar until he woke up on the wall of the room, then walked out, down the stairs.

Santi's father had been waiting for Anang right near the stairs, alone, without Santi there.

"Yes, Sir!" said Anang, greeting Santi's father.

Santi's father just nodded his head.

"We talked on the side alone" asked Santi's father, then walked next to Anang.

"Thank you, Sir! You have helped us so that we can come home here" said Anang, before he sat on one of the seats.

"No problem. I can't just let you guys. Moreover, Anang is no one else for me" said Santi's father, who also sat in the chair in the room.

"But I'm not here to talk about that. I want to know when you want your wedding to be held" continued Santi's father.

Anang remained silent.

Then Santi's father doesn't know Santi's plan yet.

"Sorry, Sir! But maybe we'll put it off again" Anang said carefully.

Anang saw, if the face of Santi's father seemed unhappy to hear Anang's words.

"Why? What else makes you have to put it off?" ask Santi's father.

"Sorry, Sir! But..." Anang was confused about how to talk to Santi's father, so he just stopped talking.

It should be, indeed Santi himself who talked to his father about it, not Anang.

"You guys got into a fight?" santi's father asked, with his furrowed brows.

What should an answer?

Anang and Santi did not fight.

There, only Anang who is not too willing to talk to Santi, because Santi does not care about Anang.

That's not entirely true either.

Santi was still greeting Anang, although the two were not too willing to talk further, with each other.

Maybe because he was impatient to wait for Anang's explanation, Santi's father then stood up from his seat, then walked into the house.

Anang is in the chair.

With a blank mind, Anang stared at the side yard which was also still empty with no other plants, other than grass.

Long enough Santi's father inside the house, before Santi's father returned to meet Anang in the room.

Hurriedly, Anang fixed his sitting position.

Santi's father sat down again in the chair he was wearing.

"Why is Santi suddenly going to college again?" ask Santi's father.

Another question that Anang could not answer.

Finally, Anang could only fall silent.

"That kid always makes me dizzy" Santi's father said.

The two of them sat there quietly, for some time.

Feeling tired of sitting upright for too long, Anang also leaned back in his chair.

Anang and Santi's father, both seem confused to face the mind of Santi.

"Can't Anang persuade her?" ask Santi's father suddenly.

Anang let out a long breath.

"I don't know how, sir...!" sahut Anang slowly, without seeing Santi's father sitting next to him.

The two men fell silent again.

"If you only want to continue his studies, he can go to college here." chirped Santi's father.

"It seems, the child still does not want me to be close to him again," continued Santi's father.

Santi's father's voice sounded like a desperate man.

"Santi kept looking for an excuse, so that she could stay away from me" said Santi's father again.

Ckck...

Apparently, Santi is good at manipulating men's feelings.

Let alone Anang who had just been a matter of months close to him, his father alone could he give false hope, to lose his spirit.

Anang felt compassion for Santi's father, but he was also in an equally miserable state of feeling.

Although come to think of it, Santi's father must have been the most disappointed.

Anang may love Santi, but if it takes a long time as time goes by, Anang may be able to forget about Santi.

What can Santi's father do?

There's no way Santi's father could forget his own son.

"People have to help me hold Santi, to keep him here!" said Santi's father firmly, disperse Anang's thoughts.

Anang turned his head to the side, and saw Santi's father who had looked at Anang, with sharp eyes, and the look on his face.

Suddenly, Anang felt as if there was a gust of cold wind that made his hair stand up.

The atmosphere there that had been calm, now seemed to turn into gripping.

The horror!

Anang gulped.

"How is it, sir?" anang asked quietly, squeezing his palm.

Santi and Anang's father, now sitting side by side and facing each other.

Santi's father rolled his eyeballs, and moved his lips, with his mouth clenched, to and fro, as if he were thinking.

"Hmm.." Santi's father muttered.

Apparently, Santi's father had not been able to come up with an idea to tell Anang.

"What are you doing again?" santi asked, who suddenly stood near Anang and Santi's father, while putting two cups of coffee on the terrace table.

Anang wave, as well as Santi's clumsy-looking father changed his sitting position, when Anang saw him with the tip of his eye.

"Nothing to say," said Anang.

Anang tried to behave normally, then pulled Santi's arm, and tried to take him sitting on his lap.

Santi just want to sit on Anang's lap, although the look on his face still looks like a confused and curious person.

Anang glanced at Santi's father.

Santi's father seems still misbehaved, to the point that he is busy tidying up his shirt, which is actually not a mess.

Anang let out a long breath.

"You said you wanted to accompany me to my village. How about we go there tomorrow?" tanya Anang distracted Santi, who was still staring at her father.

Santi saw Anang.

"Just look at the situation tomorrow, if it doesn't feel too tired" said Santi.

"I've contacted Tejo. He said the location of the land sold, close to his rice fields. Now the selling price is even lowered again by the owner, let it sell quickly," continued Santi.