Not the Image of Rashmi
CRF #9. SEE YOU AGAIN, HM?!

"Fuck!" Sasi was running around when not having bad luck, indeed the innate course, the smp girl was so rich in fleas jumping.

"Mang road," said Rashmi weakly similar to people have not been fed a week, there is no passion for Rashmi, he said, it was as if the mood today that he had been building since dawn had just collapsed in a storm of matchmaking.

The car is now driving into Soetta Street, the road is still crowded creeping, naturally the name is also hours of office and school entrance, maybe Rashmi had to wait 7 to 10 minutes, he said, since then his eyes only focus on the street outside the window even though his mind went somewhere, then the driver turned the car to the intersection of Buah Batu, the area that used to be used to shoot the 1990 film Dilan. The campus area is near, just turn right only to see the campus building which is blue and white.

...THE INDONESIAN INSTITUTE OF CULTURAL ARTS...

...BANDUNGS...

"Mang Dedi, pick up Asmi at 4 a.m. Asmi's home late." The soft voice filled the eardrum of the middle-aged man who had been the driver of the Kertawidjaja family for 7 years, he was so loyal to this noble family. Mang Dedi nodded surely after sharpening his hearing when the girl gave the message not to be mistaken.

Nothing to pick up, mang. Tell me Asmi was swallowed by the earth!

If you do not feel sorry for the Dedi mang, maybe the girl has run away to bikini bott om or to the crumbling durian village and chase the Iz bang.

"Ready den rara..."

The girl opened the car door and got out of the car, her white legs were so beautiful among the white dress, mojang Bandung was indeed a sweet tour geulis. The morning breeze, when the moyan haneut (the emergence of warm sunshine, around 07:30 - 09:00) brought with him the hair he stamped until gently sweeping the cheeks, as if to say welcome. The front hairline he clasps just tidying so as not to tickle the forehead.

He walked with dozens of other students who clustered like an army of sardines to both study here, the performing arts faculty building is right in front of the parking lot. The Sunan Ambu Art Building.

A small boisterous sound became the atmosphere this morning in the theater program room until it got here more and more boisterous.

"Mi, later to gather with RAMPES children, at Etnostudi faculty.." Elisa.

"Yes." Yeah."

There was no spirit as usual, the words amih at that time broke all dreams including the spirit of college, until this day it was like a chicken be go that entered the campus, to the extent that Rashmi thought if he should come while sugets like a caterpillar so that does not have passion.

"Den rara," whispered Elisha breaking the silence in Rashmi's brain space. The shoulder-haired girl giggled seductively at Rashmi. No one knows if Rashmi is a noble descendant other than Elisha.

"Ck," clucking like a habit if you feel upset and cocky.

"Don't daydream atuh, whiskey kambet!" chortled.

"Let's say, half my soul is already lost, commoners of the city of Bandung.." replied Asmi, making Elisha singleness lip nyinyir, "capruk!" fierce Elisha snorted, Asmi laughed a little at the sour face of Elisha. (coarse)

Before returning to thinking, after draining Asmi's brain and Elisha went into the canteen first, although the end later they had to go back to walk even further, given the location of the canteen which is far in front while the cultural and media faculty building is at the end.

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He stared at the bowl of noodles whose contents had moved to the stomach, if outside this he could only eat snacks that according to the campus child was the national food of the students at the end of the month.

"Such a fan who wants to meet Anjar kang, while diving to drink water, Sa, seger!" cibir Rashmi's. Elisha was already mesam-rich camel with food. The meeting of the heart certainly makes the heart feel again saweran money a mouthful, not anymore durian collapsed.

"Yes atuh, so open your heart a little for the guy Mi.ngga anything is just to play around to fill the void, today has never been dating to eliminate the kamseupay.." he replied mockingly, mocking, Asmi nodded in agreement, please or so! Children of SD already father-mother'an (campungan).

The two deliberately took a straight line from the canteen through the ranks of the Rectorate building facing the language lab and Patanjala art building to make it faster, cutting distance and time.

Befriended wind gusts that hit the tree leaves kiara umbrella both walked following another KMT.

"The Anjar!" with bo dohnya Elisha yells waving similar hands on tv-tv so it looks dramatic, why not just samperin?! Rashmi turns her eyes to the side feeling misbehaved, honestly she does not like the views of children Anthropology culture that tends to be good at observing and introvert, too observing!! Because it was realized or not, not only Anjar who turned his head, but all that was on the radar blaring sound like an ambulance siren Elisha turned his head, too, even the ants sampe black beetles who again push their feces to turn their heads because of the sound of jenger alias loud nan Sempreng Elisha.

"Sa!"

Fortunately, his shame was saved by Fajrin and several KMT children who were already there.

"Sa, Mi,..here-here!"

"Sami, where's ri'nya?" moda Filman sneered.

"Sarimi or kang" answered Elisha laughing.

"Gee!" he was quite surprised by the figure that is now walking closer, from the many children of cultural anthropology nyempil figures that Asmi recognized. Among those who were in the middle of setting the cursor was Alvaro. He looked back before finally finishing his job.

"Den Rara.." he turned nosy to Alva who had been silent and struggling with his laptop, the young man had realized the arrival of Asmi without having to be in the hands of Filman, who had not been in the film, but he behaves during bo doh only, no matter, but his heart is quite curious and cornered to look. The Asmi Aura was indeed as strong as a refrigerator magnet.

The two girls approached, Asmi circulated her gaze, and now a sweep of gazes fell on Alva's figure, "oh. Why should I see you again," Asmi closed her eyes,

he went to college here too?

How did you just know?!

How are feet shaking?

Do I need permission from Asmi?

Take responsibility in front of the face!

Consider it a ghost, Mi!

There is a shame and fear that lingers as big as a kingkong child, so Asmi looked down deeply, did not dare to see Alva, if she could face down. That's so..kalo ngerasa already lakanin innate sin feel rich again pursued by angels of bad charity.

"Kang Anjar, Ica is late?!"

Fajrin spouted his laughter, "so cute, you!" suddenly made Elisha scowl, brightly in front of the idol, the young man turned off his style.

Asmi also chuckled crisply hearing it, "Where is Jrin?" ask Asmi, Anthropology children and the media have been bertehem the arrival of a fresh figure like Asmi, beautiful, cute and rich sweet blankets of brown balls, where the white skin, not much to say and not kesentilan.

"Neng Asmi, sit here! Aa whistled where he used his pride," said Saka, a friend of Anjar. Filming pushed hard on his head, "so ibeh.."

"Ha-ha-ha, saravv njir.goks! Mi, get ready every day to be terrorized by children between the media," said Cintya.

Asmi just smiled just sitting and watching her friends work on the project, until she did not realize someone had moved.

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