Not the Image of Rashmi
CRF #40. THE OTHER SIDE ASMI

Asmi pulls the strap of the bag attached to the right shoulder.

"Njirr, since when?Witwww!" sony tease whistles at Asmi. Asmi style today did surprise some people who know the feminine and soft side of Asmi, although not infrequently also he nosy. It's just, usually this girl always shows her daughter's side.

And today, they are like seeing the other side of Rashmi Sundari.

Alvaro's gaze was attached to the same girl he met at night with a fierce gaze looking fiercely rich in boxing.

Alvaro took the initiative to walk up to Asmi, but Asmi did not intend to come toward the anthropological child basecamp. Alvaro sees something is wrong with Asmi this time, what is going on? Something bad? Is okay?

But Alva's big steps stopped with the arrival of the lecturer, where he entered the class Asmi, until Alva undo his intention to say hello to the scare.

The shadow of Asmi's change disturbs Alvaro's milk-thinning brain.

Until the time of the breakup arrived, Alva immediately dropped out of her class, really impatient to meet Asmi.

"Mi, I've been invited lately!" pointing Elisha at a man in black clothes matching Asmi and jeans, Alvaro draped his sweater jacket over his shoulder while leaning against the wall, waiting for someone from his room.

Asmi smiled at the smile of seeing Alvaro.

"Mi!" Fajrin cupped both cheeks chubby Asmi made both cheeks depressed pursed red lips Asmi, "ih gelo! Sick," Asmi pushed Fajrin's head then brushed off his hand while snorting with a laugh.

"Say weh, hold on!" elisha's nagging along pushed Fajrin's shoulder.

"You're tea with the Alva?!" her question was interrogating like detective Conon.

"Why, why, why?" asmi asked raise both eyebrows.

"You have nothing, just why or just stop the road both continue?!" scott grumbled.

"Yes nothing, same ojol just the two way, no rame-rame bring one family!" asmi replied, Elisha made a laugh, mamposss.

"Curtain, meaning..." Fajrin weighed in, "iya sii, yes time riding one family motorcycle taxi! Ah the Asmi mah!"

Asmi runs half-run over the Alva, "wait Asmi huh?" the shoot was wide.

"Watch tea at what time?" ask Alva.

"Hour 7th malem, why? Is there an event?" asmi replied asking with hopeful eyes, afraid that Alvaro might be busy.

"That's nothing, nothing."

"Asmi wants to see ibun first, he said. I haven't seen you in a long time."

Alva nodded allowing, "now huh?!" begingly.

"Can."

Asmi smiled broadly as Alva said yes, then wrapped her hands around Alvaro's arms, "Asmi wants to learn to make caramel balls as ibun, Asmi also wants to learn guitar, as well as want to know how to care for roses!" he explained the various activities he had planned.

Actually Alva wanted to ask Asmi seriously but this girl had walked first cheerfully while carrying her backpack like the dora, making Alva undo her intentions and choose to save it for later.

Asmi did not hesitate to wrap her hands in the stomach of Alva, like a couple of lovers. Alva does not know why Asmi can be this aggressive, today*. Like not Asmi, or he who just knew Asmi?

Alva touched Asmi's marble smooth skin and rubbed it gently with one hand, while the other hand held the handlebar of the motor then exited the campus parking lot towards the big road.

Covered by sunny skies and hot weather in the city of Bandung, the two are warm together, even to the heart.

"Community can help the task of Asmi Engga? Rich anthropological children also learn the same material, at least know it." said Asmi.

"What material? Who's lecturer?"

"Mom Inge."

Alva nodded, "later try the college," he replied, "want to buy a basreng first?" kekehnya, snacks are Asmi's favorite if passing through the houses in the complex.

"May, buy it!"

"Ibun, assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Ganis took off his reading glasses and closed the laptop. Asmi grabbed the back of Ganis' hand and kissed him dearly, but unexpectedly Asmi asked for something inexpensive from Alvaro's mother.

"New meni here again," ketus Ganis then smiled warmly.

"Bun, Asmi can hug you?" her door. Ganis raised his eyebrows, yet he replied Asmi had scattered, "it is certain! Thanks!"

Ganis giggled, "it's his own answer, but don't be long after he's smooching!" pointing Ganis with her chin towards Alva, Asmi turned to Alva and laughed, "fear of telling her to her dark boyfriend?"

The mother's crisp laughter broke again, Alvaro and Bagas' mother was not seen using a negligee, or indeed never wear? Because Asmi always saw him wearing casual clothes like a young child, if not home dress yes leggings and oversize shirts.

"Hug it once more!" pinta Ganis, of course Asmi hugged him back tightly, even he could smell the scent of vanilla and lemon citrus from Ganis, there were heated eyes from Asmi, "definitely kangen kangen sama ibun," ogre.

"Kalo kangen ya stay come here or beautiful, if you are busy kang Alvanya, come alone use ojol.." replied Ganis.

Asmi breaks her embrace, "uh why cry atuh?!" the soft thumb rubbed the tip of Asmi's eyes even though it did not make a blister but was able to remove the sadness, her eyes narrowed for the sake of crispy chuckles, "nothing at all" replied Asmi.

Right, Alva saw that something was wrong with Asmi.

His footsteps brought Asmi prefers to be busy with Ganis in the kitchen, "is there any plan for caramel sponge? I want to learn!"

Seeing Asmi's nempel on mother, Alva pulled the dining table chair because it turned out that here she was only the third person.

Occasionally Asmi's net glances fell on the now flat-faced man and raised his lips. While he and Ganis were busy shaking the eggs.

"Here, when did the sugar get into the bun?" Asmi really studied.

"Then everything will be mixed" his clothes.

"It just keeps getting shaken, ibun wants ashar first!" his permission to wipe his hands was taken by Asmi, "okay. Later change aja bun."

"okay."

"So here I'm just mucked?" tanya Alva now approached Asmi and played the flour, rubbing it on Asmi's cheeks whose hands were busy shaking the dough.

He could only hiss ferociously, "ssshhh! Akang!" fierce glares.

But Alva was undaunted, he again smeared the remaining flour to leave a white trail in Asmi's nose, "nih, let his snub idle look like it!" he laughed a little.

"The germ!" Asmi turns off the mixer and then puts it carefully and scoops up the flour so upset and smears Alva.

"Alva instead ran into the room and closed the door just as Asmi was about to enter the chase, "behind the cheat! Don't want ah! Asmi's idol!" his screams.

"Yuhuuu! Anyway Asmi wait here! In the gate weh weh sok! Asmi guyur equal parts flour!" his screams.

Alvaro shook his head behind the door of the room, he then silently listened to Asmi nagging and thought for a moment about her relationship and Asmi. Then a small smile appeared on his face.

"Astagfirefull!" ibun Ganis went wild from her room and found the girl wrapped in wheat flour, "gusti meni rich careuh moon!" (luwak/moonlight)

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