LOVE SONG SINGLES
The Part 26
Santi said, he will only accompany Anang alone.
Be trusted?
If Santi's hands are busy fumbling in the boxer Anang is named to accompany it, it means Santi does not lie.
Anang who felt amused, could not play his guitar well.
Santi hand game in Anang boxer, still smoother than Anang hand finger game on guitar strings.
"Santi! I can't concentrate!" anang.
"really?" santi said lightly.
Will Santi stop beating eggs?
No kidding!
Santi's hand even more diligently stirring so that the cake quickly expands.
It seems that Santi feels a loss if his job is responsible, already done...
Must succeed! Aye, right?
Anang stood up from his seat, then opened the door of his room, and he peeked out. The rain that was just drizzling when Santi came, is now getting busier.
Anang can't tell Santi to come home then.
Santi did not seem to accept that Anang stood away for too long. Maybe he was worried that if the cake would be a help, Santi followed Anang, then stood between Anang and the door.
"Why did you stand here for so long?" santi asked, pushing the door with her back, until it closed again.
Anang saw Santi who looked impatient. Like a starving lioness, or a hungry mischievous little cat, forcing her to steal what she wants.
Anang could only resign, when Santi opened everything, besides the door that remained closed Santi tightly.
Santi is outrageous.
Poor Anang made Santi so, to complain with Santi.
But how else? Almost all the styles that Anang had seen with Mandor on his phone, Anang tried.
You have to find new references.
Heh, Wrong! It's not so!
That's right, Anang should rest.
He felt his knee start to hurt. The old cotton mattress that has been thin it seems he will have to replace with a new one, if you want more comfortable action.
Eheem... That is, comfortable sleeping.
Anang rushed to get to his destination quickly, so he could lie down first for a while.
Although Anang had moaned and then lay on his back, would Santi feel enough?
Never mind... I don't know Santi.
The rain outside began to fall.
"You don't want to go home yet?" ask Anang.
"Later on" said Santi.
"You can do it again, right?" continued again.
"Just a minute! I rested all my song practice for a while. You're tired too, aren't you? Later we continue again," said Anang.
Santi nodded slowly.
Finally Santi can also be sprawled, so Anang can practice his songs again. Although Santi who was still plain still lay in his bed, Anang who sat behind him, could hold his guitar first.
Anang talent in the field of music, it is worth a thumbs up. Soon he heard and tried new songs, he was able to memorize them.
Anang who can easily return to concentration to learn a new song, maybe because of his talent, or maybe because he was relieved after satisfying Santi and himself.
Anang took his best chance while Santi was still exhausted.
It was almost over an hour, before Santi started bothering him again.
Santi who was still dancing above Anang, then had to stop dancing because suddenly someone knocked on the door of Anang's room.
"Just a second!" anang Sahut.
Although Santi's face looked disappointed, fortunately he just wanted to stop beating Anang.
Anang hurriedly put on his underwear, boxer, and shirt, then opened the door a little, to peek out.
Who's going to Anang's?
During this time, only Santi's uninvited guests visited Anang.
The Gita.
Duh, Wrestling...
After a few days there was no news.
What the hell is he doing here?
Anang tried to close the door that opened slightly with his body.
Don't let Gita see Santi who is naked in there.
But before Anang greeted him, suddenly Gita hurriedly turned around and walked away, before she could say anything.
Anang chased after Gita who was half-running leaving Anang.
Anang held Gita's hand, until Gita could not walk, and could only try to remove Anang's hand from his hand.
"Let go of my hand!" said Gita.
"Why are you here?" ask Anang.
"Take me off!" exclaiming Gita again, his voice is now quite loud to be heard, to attract the attention of Anang neighbors.
Anang who saw his neighbors as if intending to watch them there, then pulled Gita's hand while walking, so that Gita came with Anang.
"Take me off! Where are you taking me?" said Gita, but still follow the steps of Anang who pulled him.
Anang said nothing, still walking on the narrow path and still wet muddy because of the rain. Anang continued to walk away from the slum complex, while still pulling Gita's hand.
Anang only stopped walking after they were away from the slum housing, and held Gita's hands while standing on the edge of the football field, which was located quite far from where Anang lived.
"Why did you come here?" asked Anang while trying to see the face of Gita who was busy turning her face to and fro, avoiding the eyes of Anang.
Gita locked her mouth tightly, not wanting to say anything.
"Gita! You just disappeared. Suddenly you came here. Why?" ask Anang slowly.
"You playboy, con man, asshole!" exclaimed Gita, with a trembling voice while looking at Anang with sharp eyes.
Gita looks very angry at Anang.
"I'm playboy? What makes you think that?" Anang still maintained his tone to keep it slow and did not care for Gita.
"What's my fault?" connect Anang.
"You said you loved me" Gita's eyes seemed to be getting wet with her tears.
Anang let out a long breath.
"I do love you. But wasn't that the time you rejected me?" anang.
Gita was silent, only her tears dripping down her face.
Anang then hugged Gita who also did not seem to refuse Anang's embrace. Anang hugged Gita tightly.
"Who's the woman sleeping in your room?" asked Gita, taking off Anang's embrace.
Anang jerked.
Then Gita had seen Santi earlier.
Annang this time.
Be honest... No. gabe... Be honest... No. gabe...
"You want me to be honest?" ask Anang.
"Yes" said the Gita firmly.
Anang felt bad.
Is it possible that Gita believes his talk later? Or Gita will leave right then and there.
"Who is he?" ask Gita.
Gita's fierce face, making Anang tremble.
"Anu... He is Santi my neighbor," Anang replied hesitantly.
"If you really love me. You better talk now! There's no way that just because he's your neighbor, you can sleep in your room!" said Gita.
Anang could only be silent.
Holy hooch!
Why did the Gita come at such an inopportune time? When Anang was struggling to satisfy Santi's craziness?
What should Anang say?
Ooh, that's nothing, Anang just helps serve Santi's hypersexuals... Didn't he?
Gita would have thought that Anang was as crazy as Santi.
"Are you having sex with him?" gita's question blew Anang's mind.
Anang was still silent.
Gita looked very upset. His eyes were moving wildly, looking here and there.
"Do you love her?" ask Gita.
Anang shook his head.
"You want to play me?" gita asked half-screaming.
