Not the Image of Rashmi
CRF #45. MAN TO MAN

Apih nodded deeply at Bajra, hinting to let Alvaro act. Amih had entered the room when Alvaro was present, because Rashmi did not want to calm down when there.

"Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last, wake me up when september ends.." The lyrics came out of Alva's mouth, her voice heavy and deep.

Alva and Asmi chuckle together, with Asmi rubbing her cheeks, "like my father's come to pass, seven years has gone so fast, wake me up when september ends...." continued Asmi even though her voice was so raucous.

"She said he wanted to learn guitar as well as momun?" colek Alva on chubby Asmi's cheeks.

Asmi smiled back even though that smile meant sadness.

"Wasn't it?" ask Asmi.

"The intention is to go with you, you know I did not get to fight with the security mamang in front. But I'm mah-string, can enter even though it has to go out in the dark prince's fashion mpap," replied Alva, and a small laugh came out of this girl.

"Just the beginning was kang, just met security aja..been to meet the same gegedugnya, the same who has a house," replied Asmi Nyalang.

Bajra and Apih can see if Asmi and Alvaro are so full of love, Asmi is so comfortable with this young man. He looks like a cold man.

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Nawang nudged his man, "believe me? If that cold guy's so sweet?" whispers are like bees.

"I, right? You talking about me again?" whispered Bajra asked and got a sneer laugh from Nawang, then they went back to watching Asmi and Alva.

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"Yes nothing. I assume it's warming up. The more difficult the path, the more valuable something you are going to be. Including people," Alva said.

Asmi chuckles, "wesss! Kang Alvaro! If the Saka kang sama kang Filman clay must be highlighted while thrown nuts," he replied.

"Asmi not only needs medical drugs, but the love of the people she loves, Asmi needs freedom." Nawang said.

Alva turned to Nawang tea who nodded as a code so that he wanted to meet with a psychiatrist at the hospital.

"Mi, am I going to be?"

"Where?"

"To the hospital..."

Asmi shook her head, "the germs should be snuffed. Not that Rampes has a monthly project, right?"

Alvaro commented on his thin smile, "it has entered Saka's work, my part is done. I sent an email to Saka earlier" he explained.

"I can be alone kang, cemented teteh same aa, akang to the campus aja. Asmi do not become a burden or barrier for germs," he replied.

"Yes already. Tomorrow when you're ready for college, I'll pick you up." Asmi immediately glanced at Apih and Bajra, "requesting permission is the same, kang."

"It's a sure thing." Alvaro released his hand link from Asmi.

"Tea hayuk oruh! But Asmi hasn't taken a shower, hasn't eaten yet.." Asmi spoke to Nawang.

"Yes sok, neng Asmi ate the same breakfast first."

"Hatur nohun," said the voice towards Alvaro who nodded, Rashmi's father invited Alvaro to sit together.

"May I go straight to the point?" tanya apih is taken back by Alva.

Apih canceled his office this morning to clear Asmi's business.

"Yes! Please make a drink for my guests!" pinta apih, invites Alvaro to sit in the side yard, unlike his official guests who are always welcomed in the living room to be more friendly.

Gurgling rushing water flowing and emptying into the fish pond behind the house sounds boisterous with the air that is still beautiful, a place that once Alva sambangi here when Asmi was sick.

The figure of Asmi's father who is noble apparently not as scary as Alvaro's mind, he is so charismatic and full of authority, although so friendly and wise. It looks true that the aura of true noble is full of peace in the eyes of anyone nearby.

"On behalf of Rashmi and personally I would like to thank Alvaro very much."

The friendly words of a typical adult man made Alva unequivocally reply, "I sincerely like the father's daughter."

There was a smile between his eyes, probably implying *who wouldn't like Rashmi*. Maybe if he is young and there is no kinship or da rah with Asmi apih will like and pursue Asmi desperately.

"Punteun, den." a housekeeper brought me a tray of sweet tea and putu ayu cake.

"Yes. Noah," a short nod of apih.

Alvaro will not be humble to ask for mercy, as a man he wants to be seen as equal to all men who deserve Asmi, not because Asmi likes him or because he is able to persuade Asmi.

"You're the umpteenth man who said that," replied casually.

"Between you and my daughter.." - His.

"What's the connection?"

"Nothing" replied Alvaro successfully made a look of disbelief, if the two do not have any relationship.

"Princess is a good girl. Dare not to break the rules or make matters worse for his personal interests."

Apih returned with a smile, "i know you will not ask Asmi under the pretext of being meritorious."

Apih saw the young man who sat without fear or excessive confidence, he was too calm. His personality is not easily bullied and intimidated.

"I will not forbid you to approach my daughter, but not just give her blessing.so please fight your way," said Apih patted Alvaro's shoulder and moved from his seat, "drink first, it's made."

Asmi returns like herself, wearing her knee-length home dress with a bandana to tidy up her long hair.

There was a warm and sweet smile from him just before getting into the car, from the frame of his helmet Alvaro can see the face of ayu princess priyangan, adoration of his heart.

Alvaro slightly rewinded the bike giving room for Asmi's car to come out first, while he followed up from behind.

Amih just stared at Asmi's departure from the window frame, his view from Alva pum can not be separated researching, who is this young man named Alvaro, where is his home? Whose son? What does he have? How association?

Really for the logic there is no figure of the ideal son-in-law who can defeat the figure of Agah.

Asmi opened the windowpanes wide and looked at Alva from the other side.

"Be careful," he said softly, Asmi took out her hand which Alva welcomed, "get well soon, neng daki."

Asmi reviews a smile, "greetings to mother."

Alva shook his head, "you will be the one to greet him."

The car has been driven with Bajra, Nawang and Apih in it and Kelana, releasing Asmi's hand link from Alvaro and providing further distance. Asmi's gaze was still to the side, where Alva accompanied Asmi's car until finally at the intersection of the road they split paths.

Bajra's thick eyebrows swooped with black eyes that stared fixedly at the interaction of his sister and Alvaro, so sweet Alva, the man who initially he was not so respectful.

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