Scandal Compound Love
Episode 34

Time is chained to memories.

Two weeks ago, Jasmine was involved in the world of Kandyla. The world of the afternoon until early morning, which unknowingly makes him and the tomboyish girl, like a sister.

"Ready?" kandyla asked as she slid her guitar behind her back.

"Ready, dong!" sahut ceria Jasmine while giving a thumbs up to the front of the face.

Currently time uphill number five, with a faint orange tinge that began to manifest at the height there.

After locking the rented door, the two sweet women began to walk down the paved road to their livelihoods that were conditioned by dust.

"This afternoon we go head on, Jas!" kandyla said at a glance to glance at Jasmine who was walking beside her, making sure her friend agreed or not.

"Can. It's up to you,” said Jasmine did not mind. Kandyla knows more about this profession than she does, including the business of the place.

"Sip." Kandyla happy.

A stone the size of a baby's fist was kicked carelessly Kandyla's feet to dart far away, then hit the guardrail of a house, suddenly causing a loud thud.

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"Wooooyyy!" The voice of a man in solid baritone color, shouted from inside the house. "Who is that?!"

Jasmine and Kandyla looked at each other with jolted faces, then ....

"Cariiii ...!"

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"Haha ...!"

"Yes, there's a behavior!" With a breath of breath, Jasmine bowed half her body with both palms resting on her knees, neutralizing the tightness in her chest as a result of running quite fast and quite far.

While Kandyla, choosing to lean against the high wall of a building behind him, equally ngosan.

"That's Babeh Sabeni, regional champion here, Jas! If you're interested, we're berabe!" He told me still with a hunting breath.

"Some of you, already know the champion's house, maen kick it aja stone."

Little rarity on Kandyla's lips. "Gue doesn't know he's going to be paged by his house!"

"Basic! Fortunately, it's not!"

"Wouldn't!" kandyla said lightly. "Udah, ah! Let's go for it."

The two resumed their steps after their breath calmed down again.

"We get on the bus, what's the kiosk?" Jasmine asked.

"Bus aj-" Something disturbs Kandyla's view to make her sentence cut off. "Jas, Jas!" He patted Jasmine's arm without turning his head, as his gaze was attracted by something in front of the courtyard of a building, seen from the sign in front of him, the building was a Radio Station. A lot of people are in it.

"What, anyway?" Jasmine responded not understanding.

"We go in there, yuk? Do you know what you can do, yekan?"

Taking Kandyla's distance of sight, Jasmine tilted her head curiously. "Gapain to get there?" tanyanya frowned.

"Lo see the reading of a lot of gaban on it?" Kandyla's index finger extended forward slightly high, pointing at what she saw. "Singing audition, Jas. Let's try, yok?!" bring him with passion.

Jasmine looked at him worriedly. "You sure?" ask her with pain. "We're not capital shit. I'm wearing a dress like this." He's obviously not sure.

"It's okay, try it first. Whose fortune knows!"

With steady steps, Kandyla dragged Jasmine's arm into the radio building.

Not long ago ....

"Sorry, Mothers, you're late. The audition is done. The jury is conducting a final assessment inside."

The notice was addressed by Kandyla with regretful expression. "That's it, Mom?"

"Yes, Mother. If you came this morning, you'd be waiting for a decision."

"Tomorrow is no more, Mom?" Kandyla is still trying.

The gazes of everyone-perhaps the participants, who were sitting crowded into the available chairs in the hall, all fell on Jasmine and Kandyla. Not a few of them who responded unpleasant with scornful expressions. But there are also those who regret the look of compassion.

"They look like they're soft."

"Casian. Give it a chance."

"I think they're both street kids."

The variety of words captured Jasmine's clear ears. He's certainly not comfortable with it. Enough rippling his heart to respond.

Through the corner of his eye, he looked out with embarrassment. "We're going home, yuk, Dy." He asked in a soft voice. "We continue to do so."

"Yes," said Kandyla. "Thank you, yeah, Mom."

"Together, Mother."

But just as Jasmine and Kandyla turned around to leave, the sound of footsteps rang out from the direction of the corridor on the right side of the hall.

"What's up, ****?"

A white man in a blue dongker suit, appeared with a million of his charisma. "I heard from Meta, there are two people who are late for the audition?"

A second after his appearance, the hall room immediately sounded rowdy yelling and dodging his name full of admiration.

"Yes, Mum." The man named Dicky nodded. "That's them, Mas."

Jasmine and Kandyla who had not yet moved, looked at each other. Stared at both men who were none other than one of the top organizers of the audition, full of questions.

They're so sweet, the man's inner. Just a little unkempt. Then he smiled. "I'll give you a chance" he said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Really, Mas?!" Kandyla was excited.

"Yes" replied the man who was none other than ....

Bastian Sigi's.

Yes, in addition to a racer, the man is also a man who sits in the highest seat of a famous music lebel company in the homeland-Bass Intertaiment.

"But you won't sing in the audition room like everyone else" Sigi continued.

"I mean, Mas?" Kandyla doesn't understand. Jasmine also frowned.

Sigi smiled lightly. "You have to sing here."

The atmosphere again sounded rowdy responding to the words of Sigi.

"Why here, Mas?" ask Kandyla again as she looked at the hundreds of people in front of her.

"Yes, so that everyone knows, how deep the quality you have until recklessly breaking through the audition is finished."

"But we don't break through, Mas. We really don't know if the audition is over." The one Jasmine then embraced was full of confidence.

"Yes, whatever the reason, I still want you to sing here." Sigi. From his look, he was clearly playing a mental game with the two girls. "That's if you want to."

Jasmine and Kandyla looked at each other.

And within five seconds, an idea appeared in Jasmine's head. He straightened his head, staring firmly at Sigi's oriental face. "Okay, I'm willing. But we sing together. Not at all," the breakup turned to Kandyla at a glance.

"Can't do that, Ma'am! Where there are auditions. I'm the same as I am a different number of participants!" One of the women sitting in the front row shouted disapproval.

"Unfortunately, Ma'am, I'm just as calm as I am not a participant. We're doing it for free here, " said circus Jasmine. He memorized it right, that woman who had called him and Kandyla, the gembel. "Come on, Dy."

Kandyla was quite surprised, when suddenly Jasmine pulled her arm towards the front where a piano complete with other musical instruments, gathered.

A chair against the wall pulled by Jasmine. "Sit, Dy. Maenin. We sing a song that you got the key to." While he was ready in front of the piano that he had never touched before.

A moment Jasmine took her breath, momentarily closed her eyes, then began to be touched by the piano keys before her.

While Kandyla, after putting her shabby guitar first of course, she was now sitting with the electric guitar belonging to the place on her lap, smilingly staring in amazement at Jasmine, then began picking the instrument slowly and carefully, following the tone Jasmine had taken through her piano.

🎼 🎼 🎼 ....

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