Not the Image of Rashmi
CRB #24. GERMS VS DAKI

"Ibunnn!" call Asmi while knocking on the door of the half-glass house, a characteristic of old houses in the Dutch colonial period. The girl even left Alvaro who is still parking his bike in the yard.

Asmi glanced from the glass covered curtains as thin as a tofu filter into the inner area, "ko deserted?"

Alvaro had just stepped on the terrace and tried to open the door handle that turned out to be locked. Then he tiptoed around looking for the key on top of the electric meter and found the key to the house

Asmi looked up surprised, because of her high position.

Clamps!

Alvaro opened the door, letting Asmi in, "where's the moon? How locked?"

"It's time to go out" replied Alvaro, putting the bag down and opening the shoes.

Asmi does the same with Alva, then sits on the front sofa. The young man checked the phone and it turned out that one notification had entered since, only that he was always setting the phone in silent mode making the notification he had just known.

"Ibun no longer at home, no more opa." Alva said, which suddenly made Asmi scowl, "yahhh, how to go sii...who is here? Bagas?" ask Asmi.

"There we are," Alva answered back to take a bottle of cold drink for Asmi.

The girl rounded her eyes looking at the horror Alva, "we?! Just two?!" she nodded at Alva, "why?"

Believe me, Asmi immediately took her bag out quickly and sat on the terrace chair.

"This is kang!" he shouted, "all bring cold tea for Asmi!" orders, right! It's Rashmi!

Alva mengahkeh with a headband, this girl was not serious when she asked him to impregnate Asmi. Only a momentary emotion so boomed he felt disappointed, angry, and upset.

Alva came out with flip-flops and brought 2 bottles of cold sweet tea he also took out a box of cigarettes and an ashtray, "sorry if I smoke, because it can not be held again!"

Asmi shook her head, "nothing."

"This is no snack, ibun to opa house. So don't make anything. Want me to buy a snack to the minimarket ahead?"

Asmi of course nodded, "but Asmi's coming!"

"Lo ngikut mulu rich foot," Alva's lips laughed at Asmi, "the new lifetime this time Asmi called daki! Ahaha!"

"That's what's called the same germs!" the answer is not to lose.

"Wait, I'll get the keys first!" Alvaro took the keys to the bike inside. Asmi extended her neck into the door goal and put her bag on the sofa, afraid of missing. Then he tailed behind Alva as Alvaro said, this girl looks like a foot.

Because of the miss'nya communication, Asmi who was really behind Alva in the minimum distance must feel stepped on and crushed Alva's body, when this young man turned his body without cue.

"Okaya akang! Pake maneuver first cake use aba-aba first that!" sewotnya.

"Sorry-sorry, the abisnya distance lo deket-deket very, keinjek right! Not sick?" tanyanya chuckled, making Asmi's lips increasingly in front of the rich slogan motor.

"What really?! Good thing Asmi's feet aren't flat! Idung Asmi directly pugny gini euy!"

Alva chuckled with Asmi's confession, "lo's nose is a pug from the beginning met, daki!"

His eyes stared fiercely, "wah body shaming nih!" show Asmi stabbing Alva's dadha.

Alva rose and turned the key of the motor by still shaking his head, only a small admission of dime but able to make it amused. And Asmi, along with laughing.lately this time he saw the laughter of Alvaro. The usual jutek face displayed outside was so warm at the moment.

"Well up," he asked.

Alvaro drove the motor slowly out of the house without a helmet, only minimarket in front of the housing did not take long and long distance.

But just passing through several houses from the Alvaro residence, Asmi instead asked to stop.

"Kang, stop! Buy the food here!" point it at a house that accidentally opened his garage as an impromptu stall.

...Ready :...

...Basrengje...

...Karedok...

...Seblak...

...Cold drink...

With a simple storefront and some small children's snack shelves neatly arranged there in a row.

"Lo want to snack here? Rich son of sd?" tanya Alva turned her head to the side of Asmi.

Asmi tilted her head, "what's the matter?! It's sold, right?! Unless her mother is forbidden to buy, then Asmi does not want!!"

Smart answer! Alva shook his head back and then pulled him in there, "yes you've bought, I'm waiting here. There's no money?" Alva reached into his pocket and gave Asmi a red sheet of money.

Asmi encourages it, "Asmi has her own money!"

"But I'm the host" replied Alva. Asmi stared narrowed her eyes with the fierce face of nan judes typical of Asmi, but a second later she changed the look of her face so adorable, "yes! It's the germ that makes it! Akang maksa Asmi accept!" he took the money from Alva.

"Ikhlas huh?! Jazakallah's a germ!" Asmi immediately went in and picked the snacks she wanted, "mother, Asmi wanted to basreng.." the girl lined up with the children who were buying.

He also chose other snacks, among all the snacks there that he chose was precisely a dime, gummy jelly, cheap crisps with a lot of oil and chili powder, cheap bagelen bread, cheap, brewed drinks, and there are still many sources of micin.

Alva sees a scary girl who is like a horse just released from the stable, so free, happy, and adorable, unlike Asmi on the Seren Taun show.

Alva mengahkeh non-stop, see Asmi splash with snacks held, "so in fact, you want to come here to see ibun or want snacks?" ask Alva who no longer uses the word lo.

"You want, you want," Asmi let out her laugh.

"Would have learned to play guitar with momun, but she didn't exist." Asmi. Motor enters Alvaro's yard, and Asmi sits on the porch again, the girl can't wait to enjoy her newly purchased snacks.

"You've never been this rich? Oh yeah, I forgot the time to scare this shit!" cibir Alva's.

Asmi's eyebrows shot up to hear that, "the bottom line, not never but rarely!" answer Asmi.

Alva went inside and brought her guitar and sat down on the chair beside Asmi, "you want to learn guitar right?"

Asmi shifts her chair slightly to get closer to Alva, while a mouthful that delights the basreng.

"You,"

"Have you ever brought a gini string instrument?" asked this young man, Asmi nodded, "ever, but a lute."

"Ngga is much different, the difference is if the lute uses a pentatonic scale, da-mi-na-ti-la-da. If the guitar is a modern diatonist, it is precisely in my opinion, the traditional one is more difficult. What about barter?" tawar Alva's. The girl chewed her food and occasionally drank.

"Barter what?"

"You learn modern instruments, I learn traditional instruments."

"OKAY. But Asmi's a fierce teacher!" the answer.

"Related?" cibir Alva is doubtful. This man stared fixedly at Asmi as long as the girl glared cheerfully.

...Rashmi Sundari Kertawidjaja, I seem interested........

Alvaro Karunasankara....

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