Not the Image of Rashmi
CRF #41. HELP ME FIGHT

Alvaro laughed with satisfaction until his stomach skin felt sore, no need for entertainment to invite comedians, by presenting Asmi alone has become a separate entertainment for him. Or his heart will be like a rainbow after the rain if Asmi is here, to make him always happy.

Asmi was forced to take a bath at Alvaro's house because she was like a dodol ladu, fortunately ibun did not charge a rich fee in public wese.

Alvaro really makes Asmi into a moci, white-white, chewy sweet.

"Udah, wear a mother's clothes," Ganis gave her change of clothes to Asmi with her manyun face that was constantly nagging Alvaro, "the son of the mother was not her nosy stupor!" Asmi scowled in annoyance.

"Ibun does not have a daughter so mother's clothes for Asmi aja."

For a moment the manyun's face was cracked, "alms are equally frightening, bun," Asmi's laughter joked and it was enough to make ibun develop a smile.

"Take what, scare how she wants to be donated!" Alva devoured the sponge cake which eventually became too, although it was pestered. And it feels forgivable, because there is a contribution in it. If Asmi is the one who makes, the address of the ibun oven explodes because it is not strong to bear the burden of embarrassment to accommodate cakes made by Asmi.

"Belgium!" sengak Asmi fiercely then entered the bathroom.

"Still bun, the clothes match!" replied this girl glanced at the clothes lyrics that smell like clothes softener even though it is not new but looks well maintained.

Asmi still grumbled at Alvaro occasionally throwing things on the table at the man, even though he had taken a shower and changed his clothes. The moment of injustice just now, he was not sincere ! Because Alva can't he retort. The man cheated!

"Cold no?" ask Alva. Asmi ties her shoelaces while Alva comes out with her jacket.

"Lumayan. Asmi forgets not to bring a jacket." she chuckles, then soon after Alva comes back and comes out with a thick sweater belonging to Ganis.

"Pake." she briefly dropped the sweater which then piled up on Asmi's shoulders.

"Whose hand?"

"His mother, if I have me.later very tired dapet pinjemnya!" his chuckle got a pissed-off from Asmi.

"Feeling hugged ibun," Asmi hugged herself wrapped in a Ganis sweater.

Crickets and toads are each other's understated form a choir group although not as bright as Mahalini's voice and must share space with the noise of vehicles and the boisterous occupants of housing.

Threw Asmi's tiny hand, and he put it in the pocket of the jacket to keep warm, there was a warm smile waving out to the crown as Asmi made sure both hands were carried Alvaro into the pocket.

He won't ask if he means anything? Because Asmi was too scared, she just wanted to spend the day with the Arjuna, without thinking about anything else.

The breath pierced so fresh, it means they have entered the Dago area.

The cool breeze of the night can not necessarily freeze the warm feelings of Asmi and Alva.

The parking lot looks crowded and low boisterous, in the cultural park area with an open stage with a capacity of 1200 spectators, the theater presents a supportive atmosphere, and the, not nothing Asmi and Alva can feel the aura of shahdu and a little mystical spice.

Alva tidied Asmi's hair, not her hair, so Asmi could not not not pay attention to Alva back.

"You opened the doors so rich in shampoo models!" asmi's laughter restores and combs Alva's hair.

Asmi let out a laugh as Alva suddenly said, "me? So another shampoo ambassador?! Oops!"

Asmi hit Alva's arm because really her face was amused, "hahaha! replace Graceful!" Asmi grabbed Alvaro's gnarled hair wriggling as she patted and combed with her hands, "Asmi will definitely be a gini-rich kangen," she said showing a moved and sad look, while continuing to stare at the beautiful face with jet black hair. In the past, Asmi really wanted to grab it to bald because it was so upset with the owner who is jutek and mouthed chili.

Asmi shook her head, for a moment she was silent and hesitated, then her lips trembled, "amih kekeh jadi Asmi den Agah, kang. There is a burden on Asmi's shoulders, a great burden." admit honestly who now lowered his head to give access to the melted tears flowing like rain in November. Asmi really no longer hold the burden of heart and mental, he is sick.

"Slips, bebet, weights are the main requirements for amih without thinking Asmi is restrained, Asmi is hurt. There is honor, self-esteem and thousands of stomachs that depend on the business apih equally amih. Hhhh---" a heavy sigh that Asmi could barely let out when her chest started to tighten.

"Kalo Asmi married the same Agah that can guarantee the future continuity of everything," he continued.

Asmi leaned the tip of the head on Alva's chest as if he was hitting it, and this time the head was too heavy to almost a limit, fell, and rolled towards the legs, Alva could feel that.

Alvaro rubbed Asmi's head and brought her straight back, he was just confused to say what, no solution, his father was right, fighting for Asmi needed mental and strong capital.

"Everything will be fine, never give it up. If what happened to us should be known to your family, then tell me, I'm ready!"

"I admit, when compared to Agah.I lost a total Asmi, but for matters of the heart.I can not be done without fighting. I promise you,"

Asmi shook her head, "you will crumble first Alvaro," he replied in doubt.

"Nothing is impossible in this world, as long as there is God. Losing a fight is better than being silent and not fighting..."

"Udah, don't keep crying. I know since I chose to see you, then I have to be ready with the steep streets, especially your family. And please, don't give up, help me fight..." Alva wiped away the traces of tears on Asmi's face, eyes and reddened nose looked sparkling between the dim garden lights.

"You come in now, full hunt, find a pretty good place to sit." Invite Alva to embrace Asmi, but the girl releases Alva's hand and prefers to circle the man's arm, "more nice to turn on the gini, Asmi again needs a shoulder to lean on!" he laughed heartily.

Although in the end Asmi's hand crept down and clasped each other with Alvaro. Asmi's clumsy fingers interlocked with Alva's big fingers, as if filling the void with each other like the two, which filled each other's shortcomings.

The two clasped each other, walking in with another regular line of spectators who were impatiently waiting for the show.

Just as his steps entered the entrance, the fragrance of flowers and incense filled the smell. It's worth it all feels so emotional and mystical because it is done without care.

"Kang over there aja," pointed Asmi, the audience chair of a wooden foam-lined sofa in a circle around the performance area that looks beautiful with an artistic touch of bamboo installation.

The weather is quite supportive by not lowering the rain between the open stage, and it makes more goosebumps because the touch of moonlight that helps illuminate the course of the show.

"Cold-cold euy!" Alva rubbed his hands and Asmi's hands to channel the warm feeling.

The stretch of red brick sand and several spears with ends in the form of a barn arranged on the right and left sides of the arena show as a background taken.

The chanting of kawih buhun is accompanied by a guitar and flute, sending the audience wandering into the space and time where the place and incident of the legend takes place.

The gurgling sound of water befriending crickets and chirping is increasingly apparent when the atmosphere begins to calm and the lights dim.

The lighting set began to slowly propagate its light towards the arena of the show, Alvaro's hand was getting tighter grasping Asmi's hand and another unexpected movement was when Alva brought Asmi's hand to the front of her lips and kissed her gently.

Although it was dark, but the twinkle of Asmi's eyes showed that if he was very happy, he would not exchange this feeling with any treasure.

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