Not the Image of Rashmi
CRB #17. DEAD-END THOUGHTS

Asmi could only stare at the adult man in front of her, then she had to say what now?

"Den, tea has Asmi cold in the dalem.amih the same others must wait," replied Asmi, so far he can only avoid Agah, only, wanting to blatantly refuse would definitely become a problem later on.

A little laughingly, "neng," he begged.

"Just this time I lowered my self-esteem, begging a girl."

Asmi dares herself to stare at Agah sternly, "den, sorry. But Asmi engga. Asmi can't lie," he refused.

A bit of a slanted smile and nodded in understanding, "so all this time I've been clapping my hands?"

Asmi looked in another direction and inhaled a lot of breath as if looking for strength, "Asmi know, the family has agreed, and does not rule out the possibility if now there, there, amih-apih same den mas Harya also kanjeng nganten again talking date." Point Asmi towards the factory, where everyone present is in the fire office.

Then Asmi pointed to her dadhanya, "but here, Asmi did not fuss about anything. I'm so sorry, raden, sorry." Honest answer. The eyebrows that were originally linked to the nosedive now loosened and he commented smilingly, "I'm happy for your honesty. I know, but we can try Asmi. Ambu the same What I am, married because betrothed, amih and what you are also so, kang Bajra and Nawang tea.but their lives are fine, impressed harmonious, love will grow out of habit, nengs. My age is almost the head of 3, if I have to look again for my own choices, honestly I have not found one like Neng Asmi, not to mention one that suits my heart, family rules and ambiguous tastes. So I. It's impossible to undo the match."

Asmi increasingly felt pinched and tight, apparently the regent's child of pure noble descent who is this lecturer does not want to understand. Asmi knew enough from her words just now, then it was over her life! He thought that a modern intelligent man like Raden Agah would understand and help him cancel the match, but Asmi was wrong.

Asmi nodded, "Asmi----" unexpectedly Agah slashed her distance and grabbed Asmi to then kiss her forehead, making Asmi gasp in shock.

"I think my feelings of affection are enough for our relationship, may you come in!" Gotta put his hand on the pants before he finally stepped first towards the factory.

His soul increasingly disappeared from the raga, which he heard only the laughter of amih and kanjeng Kutamaya, who talked about the problem of arisan and cuisine, apih and Raden Mas Harya prefer the theme of business with Agah, who, while Sasi has gone somewhere.

"Neng, sick?" Amih put the back of his hand on his forehead and around the cheeks and neck Asmi to detect body temperature.

All eyes were on him who instantly snapped from the daydream, "huh? Reluctant, Asmi nothing, kaya mah because of the cold hawanya," he laughed a little.

"Where is mih?" the reason wants to move immediately.

"The power's in the back,"

"Asmi nyari Sasi first yes, mih, pih?!" her question, after being taken by Asmi then saying goodbye to others.

"Raden Harya, raden nganten, raden, Asmi let out for a while..."

"Yes neng, mango oruh..."

Without wanting to see anyone again, Asmi immediately stood up from her seat and went outside, while Agah watched her closely.

"Sok atuh, when will it be? Do you have to get ready first or ceu?" the sound of the amih back made them release gazes from Asmi's departure.

Asmi did not intend to look for her sister because at this time her steps do not know the direction of the destination, only on the wind that leads to the back of the factory.

Like a lifeless body, his feelings were blowing in the wind.... Can he be a pigeon? Or are they just tea leaves, picked after it is turned off to be enjoyed quickly?! Until there was no need to feel the tightness for so long, his eyes suddenly condensed. Now what should Asmi do?

He was silent when Agah held, but in his heart he screamed. He was silent when Agah kissed him even though he had rebelled crying. Can't he just be wild, no matter the rules and people say?!

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Asmi closed her eyes goods for a moment in the Pendopo Munding Laya, one of the pendopo available on campus while waiting for KMT and other Rampes children including Alvaro.

"Mi, you're sleeping tea what's hypnotic?" Elisha shook Asmi's shoulder, worried that suddenly this girl was possessed or sick.

Asmi opened her eyes and snorted clucking, "ck! It's just a bristling, Sa. Semalem Asmi tea can not sleep. Do not see this Asmi's eyes already look like mabok people?"

Elisha noticed Asmi's face, clearly visible because Asmi's skin is pale white, "eh yes Mi, you are swollen aga tea! Dici pox elephant what gorilla?!" elisha's Laughter.

Puk!

Isha! Elisha sizzled cynically at Fajrin who had just come with Cintya already wearing her cepot costume, shortly after Rampes' children came one by one.

"Where's the costume, Mi? Change first or later in the dandanin!" siska.

Asmi got up lazily, "awhile, Asmi changed clothes first." The girl was looking for a toilet. Asmi took off her clothes and replaced them with the costume of Dewi Suti Ragen, a goddess khayangan mother of Astrajingga or cepot.

Asmi's feet slowed down, actually not a big problem for Asmi who used to wear this type of clothing, he was too ordinary.

"Bc..ck! Not playing! It's smooth!" senggol Saka saw the arrival of Asmi.

"Right princess!" said Anjar, Elisa and Filman looked at Anjar with the pull of eyebrows, because both know Asmi is a derivative of noble.

"God, geulis pisan Asmi! I've stayed invited to KUA tea," Sony also voiced put the cigarette first and tidied the hair, "gener teu, bro?!" Sony raised its eyebrows at Alva, which Alvaro did not respond to.

"Tos ah, my mom!" Said Fajrin who greeted Asmi while laughing, "young mama," laughter Asmi. Asmi's gaze turned to look at someone who had just come and set the camera lens.

"Asmii, you are beautiful! Sip!" saka Goda, immediately presented with a head toyoran by Filman, "sampe no wink!"

"This was Mi, so don't look pale on camera!" Siska attracts Asmi.

"Yes! Asmi's sick, Mi?" ask Biany.

Asmi shook her head, "engga."

Now Alvaro could not not not look fixed Asmi, the girl was beautiful, but the beautiful girl in front of him like not the girl who yesterday watched a concert with him.

Asmi finished touch up, Sony and Filman still set up tripods there while others were busy with their respective jobs.

Alva hung the camera around her neck, her hand pulled Asmi's arm slightly away from the other friends under the pretext of taking the right position for the shot, "why? You're sick, just go home."

Asmi shook her head again, "engga. Asmi can talk to you?" his question, his mind is dead-end, really-benae already bo doh-bo dohnya!

"What?" ask Alva.

"Va--ready, hunt!" shout Sony. The two looked behind Alva's body.

"Later, abis recital drama." Asmi leaves Alvaro and starts talking about technical theater dance with Fajrin.

Asmi's soft and pious movements wiggle full of soul interspersed with the movements of Fajrin, children of anthropology and media, become their director, while Alva, his eyes can not move to another point other than Asmi's face.

*Asmi can talk to you*, that sentence is ringing in her brain.

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