LOVE SONG SINGLES

The Part 94

Upon arrival at the recording studio, Mr. Robi, the middle-aged man was waiting for Anang and Santi, in the front of the studio, while sitting on a sofa.

"I'm sorry, sir! When Mr. Robi called me earlier, we were both asleep, on the way back here," Santi said as he greeted Mr. Robi.

"It's okay. Let's just get to the core, shall we?!" said mr. Robi.

Anang and Santi nodded at the same time.

"You read the article, right? Does Anang know anything about the allegations?" ask Mr. Robi.

"Sorry, Sir! I have absolutely no idea the basis of the plagiarism charges leveled against me. The song I made just like that, when we were in the post," said Anang.

"Did Anang never hear the song (the title song in English)?" ask Mr. Robi.

"To my knowledge, never, sir!" sahut Anang again.

"If it's Jordan and Henderson's label, has Anang ever heard of it?" ask Mr. Robi.

Anang was silent for a moment.

Jordan's?

Could it be Miss Jordan?

Not likely...

"Labels that demand our label. According to them, the creator and singer of the song, it is in the shade of the label" said Mr. Robi, breaking Anang's mind.

"It seems I've heard of it, but I'm not sure sir!" reply Anang.

"Yes already... Tell you what, is there any evidence that the song was created by Anang?" ask Mr. Robi.

"I didn't write the lyrics or the tone. I just recorded it on my phone at the time... Mr Robi want to see it?" ask Anang.

"Let me see!" said mr. Robi.

Anang then pulled out his phone, and turned on the screen.

After sliding the screen of his phone, Anang then thrust his phone to Mr. Robi.

"This, Sir!" anang.

Mr. Robi took the phone from Anang's hand and saw it, and had time to play the recording of the song.

"Wait a minute!" said mr. Robi.

Mr. Robi then pulled out his phone, and it looked like he was contacting someone.

Anang just looked at Santi, while waiting for Mr. Robi, who was talking on his phone.

Mr. Robi seemed very serious about talking to someone across the street, and it took quite a while, before he ended his conversation.

"Anang, my Anang phone hold it first huh?! I'll go see a lawyer and bring Anang's phone with me. Doesn't matter?" said mr. Robi.

Anang remained silent.

What about Anang's job later?

The request of the people for Anang to sing, there is contact and Anang account that is on the phone.

Anang looked at Santi, asking for his opinion through his eyes only.

"Yes, Sir! Mr. Robi can hold Anang's phone temporarily, but I just ask his SIM card to be issued," said Santi.

"Oh, can!" said Mr. Robi, then returned Anang's phone, to be issued his card by Santi.

"Eventually you're here in too much of a hurry. Anang's account number has not been given to us. All right now, Anang signed the contract huh?!

Hopefully the demands can be resolved, so the single Anang not banned, and royalties Anang can already receive at the beginning of next month," said Mr. Robi.

"Tomorrow Anang came here around ten, we tried to record another single. Just in case Anang's single has been released, it must be withdrawn from the song exchange, so there is a new single for his replacement.

But this time, we will not be helped again, I will ask lawyers, as well as take care of the copyright later." continued Mr. Robi again.

Santi had finished removing the card from Anang's phone, and returned to thrust Anang's phone to Mr. Robi.

"okay! I'll walk first! You guys come to the office over there, right?! They already know what they should do later!" said Mr. Robi who seemed to be in a hurry, walking out of the recording studio building.

In the room, Anang presented several sheets of paper, neatly arranged in a map.

Anang read it briefly together with Santi.

"What do you think?" ask Anang.

"Hm... Good as the deal. If you agree, just sign it" said Santi.

Anang then signed the written contract in the file, while Santi, gave Anang account number to one of the workers who served them there.

"All that?" asked Anang while looking at the people who served them in the room, alternately.

"It's over!" sahut one of Mr. Robi's employees.

Anang and Santi then walk out of the studio, waiting for a taxi to pick them up.

"Jordan and Henderson... That's the name of the label that demands the label of Mr. Robi and me, right?" tanya Anang confirmed her memory.

"Yes. Why why anyway? Do you know anything?" santi asked, who looked curious.

"It's nothing. It's just that boss Peter is commonly called Miss Jordan... But it doesn't feel possible that Miss Jordan got that long" Anang said.

"Can! Especially if he's Peter's. That guy's a real jerk!" said Santi who looked very upset mixed uneasily.

"It's all my fault." chirped Santi.

Santi is seen walking back and forth, with the look of his face changing.

Anang held back Santi's irregular movements, and hugged her tightly.

"It's okay. It's not your fault." said Anang quietly, trying to calm Santi down.

"Peter is really interrupting your life... It's all because of me... I'm sorry." said Santi limp.

As if Santi could not return Anang's embrace, his hands just hung weakly on the sides of his body, as if Santi felt very guilty to Anang.

Anang could feel Santi's anxiety, still hugging Santi tightly, while rubbing Santi's back slowly.

"Don't do this with me...!" said Anang.

"I never, and will never blame you." continued Anang, then kissed Santi's head, then Santi wanted to hug Anang.

"What else would Peter do to you, if I were still with you." santi said.

"Leave it... Don't you think about it. Later we both find a way out, if until there is something else done by Peter that can disturb us" said Anang steady.

Before long the taxi that will take them back to the boarding houses, has come to pick them up there.

"You want to stop for lunch first, or eat at the store later? I'm getting hungry!" said Anang, when the car they were riding in, had started to walk.

"Hm... We eat at the hostel, right?! Wanna?" ask Santi.

"Yes" said Anang.

Santi still looks uneasy.

Along the way back to the hostels, Santi stared more out the window, though he clasped Anang's hand tightly.

Upon arrival, Santi's gelagat is still the same.

Santi didn't seem too willing to talk to Anang.

Until their ordered food is delivered to their boarding room, Santi does not want to eat, and just lies face down on the bed.

"Why? I told you not to think too much...?!" chirp Anang, while sitting near Santi.

"I should have been able to destroy Peter earlier that time, before he could bother you" Santi said.

"That's it... If you're like this, it just makes me depressed. I don't really care about Peter's interference, as long as you're okay with me" Anang said.

Santi then sat down and hugged Anang.

"Yes already?! Eat together with me. Don't worry me about you...!" said Anang.

Santi then nodded his head.