LOVE SONG SINGLES

Part 2

It was still dawn, but the commotion outside Anang's room beat out the night market crowd, which was full of extreme rides.

The cries and gossip of the neighboring mothers of Anang, able to wake the roosters who are still asleep, and late crowing.

Anang rubbed his dry eyes. Today he had to go to the home of one of his bosses who was being renovated. Gotta go early in the morning, for the sake of enjoying a glass of hot coffee, and a market snack cake.

If he misfortune again, and late to arrive there, all he will get is a glass of water with the rest of the cake crumbs.

Without the need to shower, Anang replaced his trousers with shorts that were heavy and hard with cement dust. So does the shirt, now replaced with a T-shirt with the symbol of a political party that was distributed during the campaign.

Anang's work clothes, now more sturdy than the walls of his rented room.

Wearing shoes worn from the school era, it is narrow and gaping like the mouth of a hungry crocodile. His toes poked out from the end of the shoe.

Anang's stomach was as hungry as his shoes.

In a hurry Anang walked among the residents under the bridge, who were already busy with their respective activities.

All the residents of the kost are wild, odd jobs. Their economic difficulties are the same as Anang when compared on the scales.

There's one map that looks pretty good. Anang passed the map of the owner of the boarding house. The map is quite large complete with household furniture.

In it, there are already many children who hitchhike watching television, even though the broadcast is only morning news.

Perhaps the children knew more about the state information in the community than the city authorities.

The sunlight had started to be seen from the eastern horizon, Anang accelerated his footsteps. The sound of swiping his shorts, was like the sound of carpenter sandpaper working in a hurry.

When Anang arrived at the housing where he worked as a handyman's maid, he was faced with new security, because it was thought people with mental disorders.

Housing security, suddenly became a mental doctor who could diagnose Anang's sanity level.

After going through a fairly tough debate, Anang was finally allowed into housing.

Anang wanted to curse the young guard, but he abandoned his intentions. If he can not control his emotions, then the diagnosis of the new security guard will make him picked up satpol pp, at that time.

From a distance, Anang can see the work location that is already crowded with workers. Anang then ran.

Please leave it alone, even if it's just a piece of cake!

Fortunately, someone was kind enough to let Anang take the last piece of cake. Or maybe it was because the person was disgusted to see Anang's dirty hand, tightly holding the piece of cake left on the plate.

Anang's hand with veins that arise along the back of the hand up to the arm, with his skin brownish due to sunburn.

Not that was the case, but because his bluish-black nails were like those of a mischievous magic granny, who had just finished making a poisonous potion. It looks really scary to have to fight over food with him.

A piece of omelet roll, enough to temporarily stuff his stomach. Enough, while assisted with coffee that Anang directly drank from the kettle.

There are no more glasses left. A little liquid mixed with coffee grounds is enough to swallow.

Bitter sweet coffee porridge, beat the delicious taste of chicken porridge that is usually sold by neighbors, and distributed free when not sold out.

Anang was ready and energetic to work until it trembled.

Anang is not a stupid young man, only at Anang school, never taught how to make a building. Inevitably, even though it is heavy, Anang is just a handyman with an unreasonable salary.

More precisely the salary that can only pay for rent and soap for bathing, which is also used to wash three pairs of clothes that still fit on his body.

While going back and forth up and down the stairs, Anang thought about where else he would busk later that night.

Too busy thinking, making Anang no longer pay attention to his steps. The foot with its fingers open smelled something hard. The pain touches up to the crown.

Not a good and pleasant kiss.

Anang was pounding, but not feeling fluttering because of the beautiful woman who expressed love for him.

Rather the pounding of tension as he looked down at his feet, which were over two meters in height all the way to the bottom, with no obstructions to slow the fall.

Anang was not discouraged, although his toenails were broken and lifted from his fingers, when he tripped over pieces of concrete that had not been removed from the stairs.

Just a broken nail, it's not a problem for Anang, it's just a little bloody on the edge of his toe. Moreover, his fingers did not need to be clamped inside the shoes.

Importantly, he didn't fall tumbling down from the second floor, all the way to the ground floor.

If that happens, not only his nails are broken, it could be from the fingertips to the tip of his dreadlocks also broken. Then Anang will be a red light dweller, forever.

Lunch time is the happiest time for Anang stomach. Although only covered in tempeh or salted fish, with a little vegetable, Anang can certainly eat full with an unlimited portion of rice.

That's when the energy and spirit of Anang's life back there.

Anang was truly grateful for the food from the sky for her.

Such was Anang's plea to his Lord. Not grandiose, just so God would allow him to feel his stomach full even once a day.

Each stomach full, Anang calculated and set aside even though only a small portion of his salary to be given to the house of worship.

Perhaps that was also why, so that since Anang came to the city, he had never felt hungry until a full day. There must be something that can fill his stomach even if only once a day.

His shoulders were no longer scratched. Bucket moved to the left to the right of his shoulder.

The more the construction of home renovation, the heavier the work Anang. The more stairs he had to go through.

Until the afternoon, Anang was still passing by on the stairs, until finally the working hours ended.

Anang today should be the time to receive wages for the energy and time of his life that he uses to work.

Anang and the other workers patiently waited for the banknotes that the foreman who oversaw the work, at the behest of the owner of the house.

Anang's turn received his share. As usual, on the way home, Anang was already thinking about the distribution of money in his hands.

Some sheets to pay for rent, some sheets to buy soap, and the rest to be left to the house of worship near where he lived.

Anang stepped his feet with vigor. There was no more pain left from his fingertips touching the asphalt, as he walked.