Not the Image of Rashmi
CRF #12. TOUCH YOUR HAND'S

Asmi really dropped all the tiredness and unease on the bed. Remember very well he, how Agah touched his hands many times, not so so'an sacred, another story if there is a taste in the heart.

He did not sleep, said amih pamali if he wanted magrib to sleep, then what he did while waiting for the magrib bedug was listening to his favorite songs, who would have thought if this one noble daughter was not so happy pop songs, Sundanese melow or dangdut, she actually liked punkrock songs, metal and anything that smells underground, it sounds more like a freedom to him. He also opened his laptop on the study table to check his social media, among thousands of notifications and the status of people who only make his nose is turbulent, Asmi found an ad that makes his eyes blink several times, "haha! I have to watch this mah!"

"There's rosemary, there's rocket rockers, uh-uh-uh-uh ! There's SHA, same Alone at Last!" yells. He scrolls to the time section, and purchases tickets.

"Saturday time, April 202X at 20:00 WIB until completion. Tickets can be purchased online at @WiraNata Rengganis, @Acuyciplux, @MulderJanates." His murmur was soft with eyes continuing to stare at a sheet of online advertising in black and red, where the famous band personnel plastered along with the band name and sponsor.

Rashmi racked her brain not about money or transportation, but her way of running away from home for this event, because of course Amih would not allow it.

"Well, by the way, at Elisha's house? Ah, definitely not going to be allowed! College event people must woo first!" nothing else and no, his brain thought inevitably he had to run away from home for the sake of the beloved band, greetings one soul!! He immediately searched the names of the accounts.

"@WiraNata Rengganis.." Then came the profile account of this man with a photo of Vulcan's project.

It was quite cloudy today, it even rained this morning. Some of the walled streets were now filled with water and he had to be careful to pass through them.

"Asmi, where have you been! Nih-nih! This is a costume for Dewi Suti Ragen" said Cintya.

"Sip!" Asmi received a paper bag containing a puppet costume for later work.

"Sa!" he walked a little skipping around exactly the boy.

"Ntar Anter Asmi to Cihampelas yuk!" pinta Asmi, the girl raises her eyebrows.

"Where?" his brows frowned looking right at the wrinkles that were like creases of a tangled shirt on his forehead.

"Why do you want to buy jeans, or t-shirts?" elisha asked with a mouth that was aloof for eating the bojot.

"You're buying concert tickets!" the whisper twitched his eyes.

"Huh?! You are not in your right mind, what concert?! Not afraid of being scolded, concerts are usually malem, Mi..aduhh not later I also terrorized your home mamang-mamang same amih you," he explained.

Asmi scowled, "ihh! It won't! Aman this mah, just have to watch Sa, huh! There's Alone at Last the same SHA thing!" she begged.

"Da heran! Ningrat mah likes Mi gamelan tea, wayang... While weaning,"

Asmi clucked, "it's mah nene-nene is not noble, after all it's not like the gamelan era, sitting rapet using the rich sinjang haemorrhoid," replied Rashmi who just touched to make Elisa choke spicy taste.

"Emhhh, pedes!" the girl hurriedly took her drink. While Asmi laughed crisply.

By hissing and swiggling, "budget*!" Asmi laughs faster now. (**ningrat crazy**!)

"Just anter, ntar is given one shirt!" bargain Asmi, of course with pleasure Elisha wants, "*muhun den rara! Naon wae nu was married aden kula laksanakeun*.." so stiff answer. (**iya den rara! What does raden want, I do**)

"Truly?!" ask Asmi.

"*Leres den*," answered Elisa. (**dener den*,)

"*Oh, muhun atuh mun kitu mah anjeun tiasa ngajleng ka jungkrang? Sugan weh papendak and Nu Maha Kawasa*?!" challenge Asmi joking. (**oh, okay atuh, if that you can jump into the abyss? May be able to meet directly the same Almighty**)

"Saravv!" both laugh.

Today is just a practice for tomorrow shooting videos and pictures in the Mundinglaya pendopo, no need to practice up to the waist of gout, because basically they are already familiar with this. Just to steady it.

"You want to ride what Mi?" ask Elisha.

"Rise camel," Asmi hissed while waiting for his online taxi order. He deliberately asked Dedi mang to pick him up at 5 pm, while it was still a lot of time for him to take a ticket order, because it turns out he chose to buy a physical ticket only because the position of Wira was not far away, after all, Asmi was afraid that later she could not come and would give the ticket to one of the household assistants at home, Eka who also likes underground music. Maybe this will be his secret and Eka, if he is also the master who likes loud music, the article is amih and apih against his favorite.

*Kang, I'm already in front of Vulcan's project*.

Now Asmi and Elisa are standing in front of a clothing distro called Vulcan's project, befriending the noise of vehicles and street dust. He stared at the permanent building with 2 floors black. From the outside glass alone looks the goods sold, making Asmi interested.

"This is not wrong distro that sells ori merchandise some famous underground bands also right?" tanya Asmi first saw the appearance of Vulcan, she also just realized that the owner of Vulcan Wira is a senior promoter of underground band concerts.

"The Hero? Kaya," Elisha shakes his shoulders not knowing, the problem is that he is not a punk, he prefers to watch Tulus concerts rather than people who have sprained a machete, so he wants *ngabura* use water from ustadz and participate in vomiting. (**embur**)

"Go in first yuk! Asmi wants to see there is a good collection of clothes, let's all buy clothes baluuu!" he forced Elisha to enter. The girl according to him, if rakjel mah nggut only where above, want to die keijek even resigned.

Asmi laughed crisply at Elisha's passing, "come on ah! But in the dalem certainly there will be no bts shirt," he replied sneering.

The cool air greeted the two, the friendly greetings of the store employees with the lattar of the song Marginal greeting.

🎶 *The world has a story*

*News about love, love, love, ta love*.

*On stress*

*And not a little crazy dead*

*Drink insect venom*

*Hanging yourself on the jengkol tree*

*Nubrukin agency to the city bus that is currently traveling*

*Shopping jump from multi-storey building*

*Because of love, for love*...

Even Elisha shuddered at the song, "what the hell is this song?"

Asmi had been picking up the t-shirts hanging there, and her eyes fell on a black t-shirt with an attractive design, a heart that was pierced between the dry earth.

"Funny," he murmured, took the shirt and showed it to Elisha, who had seen the shirt here.

"Sa, funny huh?!" Asmi stuck it right on her front body.

"Funny--funny-why not all those who draw dolls witch aja Mi? Strange, strange noble you mah.don't-don't later ba bee dipitain also called funny!"

"Aren't you, the proof is that pink ba bee dolls are designed for sale?" Asmi asked back to make Elisha frown, agreeing. "Yes!"

"Hunt, Asmi itung until 10..kalo ngga ngok, the t-shirt transaction is scorched!" his orders.

"Idihhhhhhhh! Just stay ahhh!" Elisha hurriedly took his choice earlier which the girl thought was quite good.

"Kang, this.." His hand was on the cashier's desk but as he looked up and the cashier turned his eyebrows raised both.

"Alva?"

"Mi, I'm this aj..ehhh kang Alva!" exclaim Elisha. Alva immediately snatched the shirt from Asmi's hand that was still petrified in place, saw Alva who he had not seen all day, wearing a T-shirt bearing the Vulcan's project on the chest.

"Kang, work here?" ask Elisha.

"Yes" replied Alva.

"It's aja?" ask Alva.

"This is the same that Elisha had as well," Asmi replied immediately soberly.

"How much?" ask Asmi. Alva put the shirts one by one into plastic with Vulcan writing packaged and arranged in such a way that customers like.

"300 grand,"

"Can it discharge?"

"Can you, what?" no chatter as people know, really cold.

"ABC," Asmi handed over her debit card from the wallet.

"His pin," Alva shifted the tool to the front of Asmi, then Asmi's fingers typed it.

"Mi, who really is you! This won't get scolded? Not to mention concert tickets?!" oceh Elisha, Asmi glanced, "noisy! It's Asmi's snack money, anyways to buy Asmi's favorite, so amih fine-fine aja.." the answer is finished pressing the pin, the answer is, now come out the shopping receipt and Alva handed it to Asmi with the shopping bag paper. Their hands accidentally touched each other making a vibration for the first time for Asmi.

Until the sound of the ringing of the cell phone disperse everything, "uh, kang Wira,"

Asmi immediately turned around without saying goodbye to Alva, "mission kang!" elisa's nod was taken by Alva, her eyes could not be seen Asmi.

"Oh, are you in Vulcan? Am I also in dalem kang? Who wears a white top..."

"Va," Wira's makeup on her first son.

"People buy tickets, try to thank you.mpap again take the order first, tuh the white shirt, his name is Rashmi!" show Hero.

Alva breathes tired, *tau mpap*!

He nodded in acceptance of the ticket and then walked out of the cashier table to approach Rashmi.

"Rashmi right?!" his tanyanya intercepted Rashmi's path without cueing with his ridiculousness.

"Lo buy the same ticket that you call Wira?" he thrust a ticket paper on Rashmi making the two girls gawk especially Rashmi.

"Take it,"

Wait up! This Asmi who loading is indeed the world is looking to play hide and seek with him?

"Lo ngigo?" ask Asmi back.

"Lo whose name is Wira?" ask Asmi again.

"Many are rich courier packages, nih lo tickets from kang Wira.." replied Alva directly handed the ticket in the smooth hands of Asmi, 2 times.

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