LOVE SONG SINGLES

The Part 67

Don't drown too deep.

If you fall into the water, then you don't know how to swim

Don't move much!

Just keep your face above, then adjust the breath, so you are not tired, and die of weakness.~

Santi raised his head, then looked at Anang, with his furrowed brows.

"What do you think will happen? Do you think I'll be carried away by the flood?" santi asked, who sounded confused.

"Did? Not that! I mean, just in case you get pregnant," said Anang who was also confused.

Spontaneous Santi laughed out loud.

Why is Santi laughing?

"Do you think I'm going to get pregnant because of you?" santi asked, as she was able to catch her breath.

Anang nodded.

"No dear... Tomorrow is my schedule for the month. I will not get pregnant that easily," said Santi, pinching Anang's nose, interrupted by two fingers.

"Ooh.." muttered Anang, nodding his head.

"Already! Let's go now!" santi said, then tried to release Anang's embrace, from her body.

Anang kissed Santi's lips to the fullest.

There's a chance.

You should make the best use of it.

Moreover, Anang turned out to be a father, it was worth celebrating with a toast, with something sweet.

"Happy? Jontor my lips if longer," said Santi with a smile.~

Santi wagged his slightly wet t-shirt on his shoulder.

So did Anang, whose head was also wet, until his hair dripped with water.

Throughout Anang's eyes looked, the groceries lined up neatly, inside a special grocery store.

Starting from rice, instant noodles, and various daily necessities, almost all are there.

More like a warehouse than a store, because the goods are not arranged in units, but in large sacks, cardboard or plastic with large sizes.

Santi then ordered all the items, which Anang and himself wanted.

They were served graciously by a middle-aged white man with narrowed eyes, who only wore knee-length shorts in a loose-fitting sweatshirt.

"Just open a sembako stall?" asked the middle-aged man, who looked astonished by Santi's sizeable order.

"No, Sir. It was for the flood victims under the overpass" Santi said, explaining.

"Oohs... The address is included for delivery yes" the middle-aged man said, after confirming the payment Santi had transferred.

Santi then wrote down their old boarding address on a piece of paper, and presented it to the middle-aged man.

"OKAY. It will be loaded, delivered immediately" the man said, pointing at the items, which were temporarily put in a box truck.

"Then we go first. Thanks, Sir!" santi said, then took Anang with her, and walked out of the store.

By taking a taxi, Anang and Santi then go to their old boarding house, which turns out to be much worse, than Anang imagined.

The rain in the area, it's almost gone.

Left behind a fine drizzle, which almost does not feel on the skin.

But, the water with a height of almost half of Anang's thigh, had already drowned the entire slum.

Anang rolled up his pants legs, then left the sandals he was wearing, in an area that was still not affected by the flood.

Santi could not go along, the depth of the water and the current seemed to drag Santi so easily.

Anang helped the residents, taking things, which could still be saved from their homes, which were already inundated by water.

Anang had seen a small nursery where Anang old place, to shelter and unwind until approximately two years, which now has sunk to the size of an adult stomach.

Their decision to move at that time was right.

There was the cry of the children, and the sound of the complaints of the mothers that calmed their children, echoed in almost every part of the settlement.

"The children are starving. But no help has been delivered here since this morning" chirped one resident, who may have seen Anang, who was looking at the crying children in his mother's arms.

Children who are toddlers do not want to be separated from their mothers, who are busy saving their family's belongings.

The city government is always late in dealing with the disaster experienced by its citizens.

Anang can not talk much, can only help lift the occupants' belongings there as much as possible.

Several times it felt, Anang as if he would be dragged by the swift flow of water that passed through him.

Anang let out a long breath.

If Anang is still working odd jobs, and busking in the streets like before, now Anang will definitely be confused to sleep where it will be tonight.

Although Anang had rolled up his pants legs, but his pants were still wet, until almost the groin of his thigh.

Fortunately, the residents there have finished taking their goods, which if they can be taken.

Anang then walked away from the flood waters, and approached Santi who was waiting for him on the side of the highway, which was still dry.

The box truck that was delivering their groceries, was seen just coming, and parked in a dry area.

Then there was another small box car, which followed, and parked there.

Before long, someone got out of the car, then opened the back door of the box, as well as the back door of the box truck.

When Anang, and Santi walked closer to the two freight vehicles, one of the men who had just exited the cabin of the box truck, immediately greeted Anang and Santi.

"We are delivering the ordered goods on behalf of Anang Yoga" the person said.

A man who looks very young, and has a look similar to a middle-aged man in the shop where Anang and Santi were shopping.

"Yes. But, why does it look like there's more stuff than we ordered?" ask Santi.

Maybe Santi is worried in case of misload, or misinterpretation.

"Oohs... Earlier, it was 'sturdy' adding a little stuff. He said to donate" said the man.

Santi nodded his head.

"Sign this acceptance note!" said the man again, while thrusting a piece of paper note to Santi.

Santi signed a note, with a pen that the man raped earlier, from the front pocket of his shirt.

After being considered finished with the reception business, Santi then approached one of the residents, and asked him to arrange the goods, so that all residents there could get a share.

Anang who was still deep in thought, only saw the movements of Santi and the people there, without commenting much.

Somehow the residents of the settlement went through tonight.

Some may be able to stay in a house of worship, but what about others?

With no shelter, and probably only with a makeshift tent, which could possibly be installed on the football field, which was not far away.

Everything is just a possibility, without any certainty.

Just like the people who were victims of the flood, Anang can only hope, the government can quickly intervene to help its citizens.