LOVE SONG SINGLES

The Part 21

With slow steps, Anang returned to his cramped farm room, holding his old guitar in his hand.

Gita may be angry with him now.

Anang looked at the screen of his phone while lying sideways in his old mattress.

The display of his f*cebook account is now full of images, photos, videos, and posts of strangers that Anang does not recognize at all.

Only occasionally could he see Gita's old posts there.

Anang saw many incoming messages on his f*cebook, but no new messages from Gita.

Gita must hate Anang.

Because if he doesn't, he won't just leave.

Gita usually smiles, and waves to Anang, even though the two of them only talk on their cell phones.

Frustration, and disappointment make Anang's chest pain, and tightness as if difficult to breathe.

Is it painful if love is not reciprocated?

In that case, Anang should not feel in love. Anang hates himself who likes women whose class is far above him.

Anang has gone mad, and has forgotten who he is. To dare to love Gita, let alone dare to touch her like that.

Who is Anang? Let alone to make a woman like the Gita happy, to support herself she has difficulty.

Anang is indeed a shameless man!

Now, Anang must try to forget about Gita.

The only way out, but Anang must be more busy working, or doing his hobby, so that there is no opportunity for Anang to think about Gita.

Anang further confirmed the friend request on his f*cebook account.

Over time, Anang felt bored because there was no lack of confirmation.

Anang's eyes were also still fresh, and there was no drowsiness at all.

Anang chose to sit down again, and play his guitar, then sing while recording what he made

One song is finished, Anang then sent the video to his f*cebook.

So Anang did it over and over again, until about five songs that he managed to sing, then posted all to his f*cebook account.

Not too long, then the notification sign in Anang's f*cebook account, looks piled up.

Starting from those who like, comment, and some share their videos with others.

Anang did not pay much attention, only a few that he had read.

The incoming messages were also more and more, and piled up, but there was not a single message from the Gita.

Anang turned off his phone. He was less eager to read it all. I prefer to sleep.

Tomorrow he reads all of this.~

After the dawn, Anang felt all his body hurt.

Tumben once can feel sore until like that.

Coupled with his life spirit that seemed to be reduced a lot, reluctantly, Anang got up from his bed, then prepared to go to work at home as usual.

His fate seems not good.

Arriving there there was no breakfast available, while the workers were seen gathering, and looked lethargic.

It turned out that the quarrel that occurred between the foreman, and the head handyman continued and became long.

That day there was no work, they were just waiting for the calculation of the remaining wages they would receive.

Nowadays it is difficult to find a job, even though only such odd jobs.

Not only was Anang's colleague worried, Anang also felt the same way. If you only expect from the busking results, it is not enough to pay rent, and other needs.

Obviously, lunch alone is no longer there, must find yourself outside.

While waiting for the decision of the owner of the house, then the work can not be continued. And no one knows until when the job is delayed.

Anang could not comment much.

Not only he who needs the job, other fellow workers, there may be more difficult life, because they are on average already married, he said, obviously more needs they have to bear.

Despite receiving wage money, but not a single face of the workers who seemed happy. All of them lowered their faces, as if they were thinking of something that was difficult for them to finish.

Anang saw the amount of money that was not how much in his hands. Although only a little, Anang still did not forget the price when feeling full with his lunch.

After returning from housing, he left a small portion of his money as usual, in a place of worship near his residence, hoping that there will be a way, so that Anang can return to set aside money like that again.

Anang didn't know what to do. Usually early in the morning until the afternoon he was busy working, while today, still early in the morning has returned to his place of residence.

Anang thought to take a shower first, then try to walk around looking for new worship information for him.

On arrival Anang in his room, Anang remembered the phone he was carrying, since last night the phone he turned off.

Anang tried to look around in it, just in case there was anything useful for him to make money.

Anang checked the notification, but nothing seemed to be too useful. On average just encourage Anang not to give up, and continue singing.

Anang then checked the incoming messages one by one.

Anang's eyes stopped in one of the messages.

There is a birthday party of a teenager today, somewhere not too far from where Anang lived, and Anang asked to sing there as entertainment.

It has even been mentioned the amount of compensation that Anang will receive if Anang wants to sing ten songs later, with a decent nominal.

Anang typed a reply message.

'Yes I want to, Deck,'

'Is there a special song that Adek wants?' reply Anang.

The teenager then sent a list of songs he wanted Anang to sing, through the message.

'OK, Brother prepare the song first then' Reply Anang again.

'Good Bang, Do not be late come, Bang, '" replied the teenager.

It will be late afternoon after Maghrib, but it is still morning.

More than enough, time for Anang to practice the teen-ordered songs.

Anang replaced the dirty building work uniform, and replaced it with a boxer without wearing a T-shirt. Anang then started searching, and studied the song as per the title.

Anang drowned in his busy training, until finally his stomach was rumbling.

Usually, it is lunch time now, if Anang works in the building.

Today, inevitably Anang has to buy his own food.

Anang just with his boxer, then wearing a sleeveless T-shirt walked out of his room, he planned to buy chicken porridge for his neighbor who was not far from his room.

It was just a tent, and there were only a few people sitting there playing cards.

Anang ordered a serving of chicken porridge which is important can prop up his hungry stomach only. Although actually the chicken porridge does not taste good at all.

Anang to have to pour a lot of soy sauce, and sambal in order to be swallowed.

Still quite enough to prop up his stomach, especially the price is also not expensive.