Not the Image of Rashmi
CRF #15. CRUSH ON YOU

Asmi was still walking fast with her hands tightly held Alva towards the backstage, passing through several committee rooms and artists, as well as tweets Alva friends.

The sound of the concert ring is getting smaller even though it is not so low boisterous, because they are only away not up to half a kilometer.

"They? Where's euy?!" Kang Acuy was quite surprised to see Alvaro holding a girl, because Alvaro was like a hero who was rarely seen interacting with women, even he never saw Alvaro holding a opposite sex, he said, especially just the two.

"Kang, I got a cigarette." The permission without excessive expression while when the netra Acuy fell on Asmi, the girl smiled sweetly impressed mahteh aka too much making who could feel had impromptu diabetes.

"Oohh--uhh, watch out for Va! Keep going until the playgroup!" he smiled amusedly at her, it was obvious that she was so because Alva was so tightly grasping the hands of people's girls.

"Ra! You're back again to this ghost!" yells in looking for Wira, "your son kidnaps people's girls! Haha..."

"God!" call it as violent as domestic violence.

"Awhile! The way don't be spitty!" lamented Asmi the princess, he was quite tired to equalize Alva's big steps, because the young man who asked to be plowed was impressed to evict Asmi rich in butut suitcases.

"God!" the jolt again, now Asmi screams more, if necessary he will yell at Alva like a thief if this fierce gondrong does not hear it. Asmi flicked her hand and then manyun as Alva turned to her, "cape or so! You sledge tea Asmi rich gusur son gogog!" (an jing's son)

And believe me that manyun face made Alva snort annoyed. Upset, because she's so adorable, and Alva admits it. Even the hello kitty who just misses cute.

"You're taking Asmi's tea to eat or running a marathon to the toilet?!" his scolding hit Alva's arm, okay! Alva should have counted, since knowing him, Asmi had hit and hit Alvaro. Among all the women, it was only Asmi who dared to beat him apart from her own mother.

Alva had no intention of replying to Asmi's words, he just let go of Asmi's hand and slowed down his pace. They are getting away from the event venue to the lights that glow from the row of street food outlets like Bandung laron, but not the dimsum or fried seafood rice shops addressed by Alva, but the dark side is in the corner of the Saparua area, where the baso carts run.

"Why go to this dimly lit place anyway?! You want Asmi's macemin?!" the girl sewot and closes her chest with both hands.

"Gue wants to be baso" he added briefly, making Asmi shrivel, "but baso is not a staple!" with a dare he pulled the end of the Alva shirt but did not make Alva to be dragged far away like dragged by a train.

"Gue doesn't want rice anymore."

Without waiting for Asmi's approval, Alva had already ordered 2 bowls and sat on the wall bench, either the parapet, "bro, 2!"

"Moodle cake?" asked Alva glanced at Asmi, the girl shook her head, "Asmi is being kept quiet."

"The other one is using noodles, don't use vegetable bro!" added Alva when the mamang turned to them to hear the order of a pair of customers who had just arrived.

Want to not want Asmi to sit next to Alva with some other people who are eating their baso. He stared at Alva in the dark of the night which somehow Asmi was so curious about the young man who had a beautiful and cold face.

"What semester are you in?" asmi's question made Alva turn her head towards her.

"Semester 4." Without intending to ask back, he went back to silence and instead took a cigarette from a cardboard cigarette that he was carrying.

"Can't you, don't you have to smoke in front of Asmi?" the sentence escaped from the mouth as sweet as Asmi's honey.

"Why? You don't like it, but then you want to try it?"

Asmi lowered her head and shifted her gaze, "yes."

The mamang handed over two baso bowls that still puffed its smoke along with the fragrant aroma of broth, along enjoying the baso, both so solemn and solemn and rich again silent copyright, only the sound of the twang of the bowl and the chatter of the people around it, along with the sound of the concert.

Asmi nods occasionally to mutter the lyrics while the song she memorized is being sung by her artist, "lo memorized?"

"Banget! Asmi likes this song, likes the guitarist too! Saucep, tattonya a lot!" he replied laughing crisply while continuing to sing, his voice was not bad it was good.

"Newly this time I saw Priyai like this music," said Alva finally open the sound.

Asmi looked at Alva with glaring eyes, "yes. And because of you, Asmi tea so can not see Alone at Last, in vain pay a ticket even just eat baso with you, where Asmi pay anyway!" the ketus grumbled, Asmi just cut the baso in her bowl, and devoured 1, 2 pieces.

Alva grunted bitterly, "who's eating people's rice carelessly?" in response, in contrast to Asmi who was suddenly full, Alva was so greedy to eat his baso that he put a few spoons sambal.

"The person was also not his brother, besides you who told Asmi----" the girl hung her words in the air when she saw Alva's cold face, "yes, it's alms-count..." answer Asmi.

Alva clucked, if he was not a woman, Asmi swallowed him round and round. Alva put an empty bowl next to him, so quickly he ate.

"Do you know what you want to know?" he laughed while nudging Alvaro's shoulder, while Alva only looked at him more and more flat and turbid, there was nothing funny for Alva to laugh apart from Asmi's crisp joke, aware of Alva's flat reaction he does not want to make Alva offended, not anything, Asmi just fear suddenly this mysterious young man's revenge, but, angrily killed him and painted his body with cement in the sewers.

"Without Asmi to answer, Asmi thought you already know the answer. There is no rule that allows girls to go in the middle of the day if they are not pocong children!" asmi replied again laughing crisply but back Alva like unshakable faith, making Asmi's laughter stop, the girl folded her lips in embarrassment laughing alone, "right! Yes, by the way you are rich again talking about the same wall, can not joke, your face tea made of cement what is kombuk telor? It's stiff!" again this girl spouted her laughter sneering at Alva, so satisfied as if there was no tomorrow for her to laugh.

"His armpit? Want to go back? Abisin used to have his meatballs," asked Alva, and he took his wallet out of his pants pocket and paid for the baso, "sabaraha bro?"

"24, a.." replied the mamang who did not look too old.

"Alva took out a sheet of 20 thousand from inside the wallet, then his hand reached out to two pieces of 2 thousand pieces folded from the pocket of the pants along with other fractions of a dime.

"Eh, how did you pay? He said ask to be treated with Asmi?" the girl unzipped her bag.

"Simpen a money lo, consider this time I'm as almsgrim." The answer sucks to sing a slanted smile, now Asmi's face is wry and sour.

"That's right!"

"Cepet finished the bike! Mubadzir, it's been treated!" alva's orders sit down again but somewhere else, "uh, where are you going?" ask Asmi.

"You're smoking, you've been waiting there, abisin tuh baso!"

Alva raised his leg to the other leg, and took the cigarette he had put back.

Asmi looked at Alva from her place, the cold, rough, and stiff looking man was a kind, caring, and considerate man. Asmi was able to conclude that, until her basil was almost cold her mind kept spinning about her impression and judgment of Alvaro.

Drrrtt!

Asmi's phone vibrated, "a Candra?"

"Hallo?"

"Neng, where?! Cepet go home, don't want to be a problem! Tomorrow, don't you want any appointments with Agah's family?"

"Yes, Asmi's coming home."

He turned off the call from Candra, then looked back at Alva.

"Alva Kang!"

"Alva, call me Alva..." Alva scrunched up his cigarette and blew the last smoke out of his mouth.

"Asmi has already been called aa," the look of a happy face that glimpsed Asmi who had suddenly disappeared.

"Gue anter until the front," he answered now stood up and stepped with Asmi.

"Thank you," instead of rejecting Asmi instead smiled so sweetly as approval.

Go to the hell, Va! Lo sassy! Why do you find trouble, saravvv! His mind was cussing on the already insolent self looking for trouble by feeling interested in Rashmi.

Asmyii! Wake Asmi! Why doesn't this want to go home, he wants to stay with Alva!

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