Rismawanda Violin

Fifteen

Yudha got up from her seat, she took the hairpin that was on their table. Then get out of the classroom, head for the trash cans and throw them away.

"Have I thrown it away, are you satisfied now?" yudha said as he sat back beside Risma.

What Yudha did did did not get any response from Risma. Risma only looked at Yudha flatly without any expression and comment.

The same goes for the friends in the class. They did not say a word when they saw what Yudha was doing. After all, they do not bother with what happens to friends in their classes.

While at this time, the teacher who will teach, has not entered the classroom to do his duty. Therefore, all students are still free to do whatever they want.

On returning home from school, accidentally, Risma glanced at the trash can in front of her tightness. The place where Yudha had dumped the hairpin.

The hairpin was still there, crushed by a piece of paper that had been crushed. Risma's heart suddenly felt affection for the hairpin that was in the trash can. He decided to take back the hairpin that Yudha threw away.

"What are you doing Ris?" syima said when he saw Risma picking something from a garbage can.

"There's nothing, brother."

"Oh, yes, that's it. Let's go!" ask Syima while continuing to walk unsuspecting of what her sister is doing.

Arriving home, Risma put the hairpin, on her dressing table. He then took a rectangular box from his drawer.

There, there are many hairpins that are beautifully stored. Some of the hairpins in the box were given by Wanda, her best friend.

Since Wanda decided to leave and disappear without news. Risma decided to keep all her hairpins in the box. He had no intention of wearing a hairpin anymore. Because when wearing a hairpin, Risma will be reminded of Wanda who really likes to see her using a hairpin.

"Darling, so cute is that hairpin you're holding. You just bought it, son?" said the mother who suddenly entered and saw Risma holding a hairpin given by Yudha.

"Dear, this is so cute. Try here, mama put it in your hair, son."

"Do not ma, Risma does not want to wear this hairpin really. Risma wants to keep it."

"Ris, the collection must be used dear dong, if stored in a box, it is not a collection dong name. Anyway, mama wants to see your son fit again wear this hairpin. It must be so cute."

Finally, Risma relented with mom. She let her mother put her hairpin on her black, slippery hair.

"Dear me, what did Mom say. Mama's son is very beautiful when wearing this cute hairpin," said Mama praised Risma while looking at Risma's face from the mirror.

"Thank you mom, but I guess, Risma hasn't been able to use her hairpin right now" Risma said in a sad tone.

"Don dong dear, this beautiful mama's child should not be sad anymore well," said the mother while holding both shoulders Risma.

"Must smile and be cheerful. Because if you are sad, then your mother will be sad and hurt too. Do you want your mom to be sad and sick like that?"

"No, no ma. Risma doesn't want my mom to be sick. You have to stay healthy and always strong, so you can continue to make Risma strong" said Risma while forcing a smile on her lips.

"That's dong, it's really pretty mama's son if you smile like this."

Mama left her son's room, after talking to Risma.

As mom walked out of her room, Risma saw all the collection of hairpins neatly arranged in this rectangular box. Then, Risma looked at her face from the mirror. Where Yudha's hairpin, it was still neatly attached to her hair.