Not the Image of Rashmi
BCR #48-S. HORROR

"Hey boy! Help me or anything!"

It can be guessed whose voice cried out from inside the house, whether asking for help and to whom he asked for help.

"Mpap it!"

"Yes you are! The parents' call!"

Bagas and Wira throw each other their responsibilities when Ganis asks for help to buy white sugar at a vegetable shop near the house, plus chives!

"What happens atuh, cool guy buy chives...auto ration market!"

"Cowok cool does not want to help the mother it just failed cool," said Wira.

With a street stumbling rich new people marathon from Jakarta to Surabaya and still wrapped in high school uniforms, Bagas put a cell phone and then approached the mother and upheld his palm, "where or the money?" his face was a rich cat.

"Ikhlas ya kasep?" ganis asked, taking the money out of his pocket.

"Make ibun mah what the hell do you do?" his ray.

"Recall the story," muttered Wira sitting in the dining room and devouring the rujak of the chirping made by Ganis.

Alvaro and Asmi just got there, cross paths with Bagas who coolly plays hair while looking briefly glazed at the front door by wearing pink flip-flops belonging to Ganis. Asmi failed to focus on that.

"Where?" ask Alva.

"Told to buy chives to the stall," he replied, Asmi folded her lips gini era rarely cool young men want to buy chives.

"Oh."

"Yu enter," asked Alva along with Bagas' departure, whereas Asmi was still looking back, "do not want to be ignored, long you like Bagas."

Asmi chuckles, "Bagas funny kang, cool-wearing sandal-flip pink ribbon that is, where to buy chives! Like Asmi, Bagas is 17?" ask Asmi.

Alvaro raised his eyebrows high, "17."

"Means the same Asmi only different 3 years, brondong!" asmi's cantilever is wide.

"Neither to make it up!" sewot Alvaro's.

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

Wa'alaikumsalam.

"Sok or eaten again, about less what the flavor?" tanya Ganis suggested Asmi again eat the 4'nya siren.

"With bun, that's enough. The mantel! Been aja bun business, sure practice! Especially if you are a young man!" asmi Proposal.

"Good idea! Later I will tell Bagas with Alva to bring the box to the same campus of the school!"

Asmi laughs at the thought that Alva and Bagas are carrying around the box.

"Huh! Oh wow!" gidik Bagas, while Alva sat alone quietly unshakably.

"The pantes are women, not men" replied Bagas.

"What is the difference between men and women?" ask Ibun.

"Yes women are more chatty or bun, more clever for buyers.." replied Bagas.

"How are you going on with the brothers of the field, the cobbler, the hoodlum, the stonemason at Gasibu, the pretentious?" challenge Ganis, anyone will not win if the debate with Rengganis Kamania, flies just passing by! His brain held thousands of words that normal human reason could not reach so he could reply to the words of others in a fraction of a second, astonished! Where is nemu hero? A gift shop?

Rashmi commented with a smile, "now it's the age of social media bun, it's not the age of the box tile anywhere to pick up the ball. Love the tempting low budget advertising, for promotional prices we offer capital prices, after they are tastier and tau taste, attractive packaging we can playin price.." explained Asmi raised her eyebrows.

"Cireng Rujak Ibun!" Ck, I got you!" Asmi.

"Agreed!" answer Ganis.

Wira and Alva harrumphed amusedly, "you're an art student what's business management?" ask Ganis.

"Art students who are business children, modern Sundanese generation and reincarnation of the heavenly angel!" asmi's Laughter.

"Makeup!" Bagas.

"Yes bun. Maximize what is," replied Alva.

"Here Asmi was once a model advertising apih tea factory, but the results were even in the cut!" answer Asmi.

"Why?" ask Alva.

"The tea is hook, Asmi reflex says it's not good while vomiting again tea'nya."

Bagas laughed, "chaotic.."

"Not tasty exactly it is too concentrated, and indeed the taste of tea is that.it is precisely good quality tea," said Wira.

Asmi seemed to be herself with the Alva family, she was free to express opinions and just flow like a banyu.

Alva shifted the cursor on the laptop, looking for her task files last year, hoping they still exist.

And Asmi was still watching him at the side, "this one is kang time!" point it to one of the document files.

Wallpaper makes goosebumps, not the underground theme of the skull as usual, but the flag of Indonesia on the clouds of Mount Bromo, the masterpiece of God that does make the eyes sparkle in awe.

There are several Vulcan personal files and important archives. But Asmi's meticulous eyes caught one file among the many envelope documents.

...Seren Taun Cigugur's...

"This is a famous seren taun event?" tanya Asmi snatches the finger cursor lapackk on Alva's laptop.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Try to see!" his enthusiasm.

"Don't ah, secret!" her answer made Asmi snort cynically, "cool."

"Fear you'll be horrified, because there's a mystical portrait!" answer Alva.

Asmi's thin eyebrows are linked, "ah time?!"

"Ngaco ah! That's what it means?" her question was curious, to be taken by Alva.

"Ihhh, I'm getting curious. Da emang said kang Hendi tuh if again there is a custom event that mah like to soften the ancestral gitu," replied Asmi.

"Liat or kang! Pleaseee!" his door whined like a child, looking up his face towards Alvaro made Alva unable to not pinch Asmi's chubby cheeks, "but don't be afraid, later to the bathroom don't ask Sasi anther..." gemas Alva's.

"That's it! It's ordinary!"

Alva nodded releasing her hand from Asmi's tender cheeks, so tender and so thick that she wanted to bite him.

Asmi immediately clicked on the icon that said seren taun.

And his eyes glowed colourfully as one by one the images appeared forming all the memory some time back.

Those immortalized pieces of memory take Asmi back to a time where she and Alvaro met in different flavors.

"In the past if not wrong, before the moment of the ram asmi kaya ever saw a germ deh time alone, pas Asmi bukain window..benar ngga it akang, or do not forget? No worries, huh?" ask Asmi.

Alva nodded in agreement, "yes, that you nongolin rich head cuckoo,"

Pukk!

Asmi patted Alvaro's arm, "the huddle also pondered! Da Asmi mah not jualurin tongue!"

Alvaro laughed, as Asmi returned to look around. A moment later he felt something strange as his cursor moved more and more scroll down.

Most of the photos Alva took were of her.

"Why, horror?" alva asked withstanding her laughter.

Asmi sneered cynically, "the horror is precisely akang! Same with him, huh?" behind asked.

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