Not the Image of Rashmi
CRF #64. THIN DIRT

A few flower buckets were placed on the chair where the bag was. Asmi grabbed the jacket that she immediately used to cover her upper body that opened up to the bottom of the bone hose ka. Asmi reached into the phone from her bag, "uh, there's a germ..."

"This tea room what's its name, kang?" ask Asmi to Agah.

"Art hall room." In short, Asmi immediately typed a message on Alvaro to follow him to his place, which in fact Alva has followed where he went since under the stage.

"Let's go first, it's lunchtime." Agah pushed the lunchbox in front of Asmi as his attention.

"Akang dzuhur prayer first or want to pray together?" bargain Agah.

"Where is the mushola'nya kang?" she asked Agah to turn and take off all the flowers in her hair.

"Well, are you ready, all of you, are you sure you want to?" return with the rarity.

"Mi, uh,"

Asmi turned her head towards the entrance, feeling memorized by the voice that called out to her.

"Kang germ," he smiled broadly, making Agah turn to look at Asmi's direction to speak.

He smiled slanted when Asmi immediately went to welcome him, anything as sweet as he did akam remains a number so because forever he will only be a figure player only in the story of Asmi. Alvaro is the winner.

"Va," Agah nodded once, then patted her on the shoulder.

"Kang," Alvaro replied.

"You go to the mushola first, neng."

Asmi nodded, "Asmi all say goodbye to go home, kang.sama kang Alva," said Asmi.

"Yes. Careful, thanks Mi. The pocket money has already been transferred to the one just now, but sorry not much..."

Asmi shook her head, "it doesn't work when mah! Asmi has said no, besides I know where Asmi account number is from? Amih?!" fire it.

A little smile, "just drink money, thanks again."

"Yes kang." Asmi widened her smile and waved her hand. Maybe if that night he did not meet Alvaro at the concert, maybe Asmi could have collapsed and accepted his match with Agah. But everything is so way.

The gaze of Alva and Asmi is still fixed on Agah who is getting away, the figure of an adult man who is wise-minded and mature.

"Raden Agah loves snacks for you, but I can't yet." said Alva to break up the residence between them.

Asmi sneered at men who do not usually care about anything, let alone envy others. Is this, is Alvaro being envious, jealous of Agah?

"What the hell, germs." He landed his hand on Alvaro's face which Alva immediately grabbed and grasped, "home ah hot."

Asmi laughed, "overcast ah!" the god went inside to pick up his bag and belongings.

Seeing the many flower buckets that can not not make Alva bertehem uncomfortable.

"Still carrying your roses at home!" aim indifferently when lifting a bucket of red roses with pink ribbons. Asmi was still mesam-mesem herself when taking her change of clothes, "kang wait a minute, Asmi want to change clothes first..."

Alva was silent and still saw one by one the flower bucket that Asmi got, the girl leaned her face in front of Alva, "jealous to say bosss," she whispered laughing and passed with a shirt.

"Do you want to be guaranteed?" tawar Alva suddenly exploded the laughter of Asmi because the words were almost similar to Agah, or Alva was indeed sneering Agah?!

"By, kisanat." Answer Asmi walk together down the hall of the classroom of each faculty towards the parking lot.

Alvaro's face was sour, asked for help by Asmi to bring all her flower buckets. This girl is really! Request folded rich origami paper.

"Why not get thrown away? I love the same trees, the same lands!" coined.

Asmi chuckled furiously, "wouldn't ah, much durinya, afraid of kempes when skewered!" Asmi laughs.

Alvaro clucked, he then walked faster and while close to the garbage can, with no intention of dropping it all into it.

"Dar, akang!!! Akang mah! Why banished?!" Asmi was immediately hit by a panic attack.

Alvaro with his flat face looked at Asmi, "you think I'm lacking such a job. You want a rose? I brought you a full room! Cepet's home!" Alva walked first leaving Asmi, who held back the wry taste.

"Remember, take ah!" he was chasing Alvaro. Alvaro put a helmet on Asmi's head with a face that remained flat not to look at Asmi, but the head of the empunga already rich people asked for donations.

"Akang!" his whining stabbed Alvaro's back, but unfortunately the action did not make Alva budge.

"Akang, whatever the germs of the family to the house" he said, Alvaro listened and understood but he still did not want to show his concern.

Upset, not even able to make Alva melt, Asmi opens her helmet. He hated cuekin gini the most.

"Now! The helm! Asmi wants to go home by herself! Not good to be confused with the same that brings, the impression is rich that is not sincere!" ngambek Asmi thrust his helmet.

Alva pulled her eyebrows next to looking at Asmi who was haughty like amih.

"Pakes!" tell Alva it's cold. Asmi throttled, because Alvaro who is currently in front of him is different from Alva who yesterday.

"No! I'm the one who uses it, it's Asmi taro here!" The girl stepped around her body about to leave, but Alva did not lose her mind, she got off the motor that she had turned on her engine, with a single jolt she caught Asmi and carried her towards the bike, made Asmi scream.

"Akang! Kumann!" his screams were carried like the grain of crops.

"Girls are making her smile rise up. He was forced too!" said Alva lowered Asmi right on the bike and then put a helmet on the head Asmi who even shook his head to make Alva difficult.

"Diem." Alva's gaze cupped both sides of Asmi's face gave a glare of her sharp eyes, but unfortunately this girl is already immune to Alvaro's cold attitude, he actually advanced his mouth and clenched his rows of teeth like piranha, who wants to bite Alva's nose like meat.

Alvaro put his hand on the left and right side of Asmi to make the two look at the distance of a few inches.

"Tell me what you are, God willing, Saturday we go home. Every Saturday, mpap is at home." replied Alva, "before I leave KKN."

Instantly the smile that will re-embark it rich in watery crackers.

"Have you got the KKN schedule?" Asmy asked worriedly.

Alva nodded steadily, "far away.in the traditional village of Cireundeu," replied Alvaro now playing Asmi's hair that blocked his eyebrows and plump eyes.

"Trapped? How many months?"

"About 3 months,"

"Over.." she lamented.

Asmi smiled bitterly, "then I will definitely be busy menggurusin preparation thesis.." as if there is a sense of implied disappointment.

Alvaro nodded, "after graduation I want to try business or find work, continue to be busy grabbing your family's heart.." lirih Alva made the arch on Asmi's lips created so beautiful.

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