Rismawanda Violin

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These two older cousins could only look at each other when they saw Risma walking further and further away.

They will not find warmth from the girl, when talking and when together. All they felt was the never-ending sorrow of their cousin sister.

"Sir Wira, whether we can not see the Risma that once again made forever," said Syima with a sad tone.

"I think, if Wanda comes back here again, then there will be the old Risma. The cheerful and cheerful Risma."

"There's no other way to bring back our old sister?"

"I don't think there's any Syima. We've tried so many things to make Risma come back the way it was. But everything still doesn't work out a bit."

Syima took off her heavy breath, she felt the burden on her chest getting heavier, after listening to the words of the Hero just now.

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After returning to school, as usual Risma will return to visit the fig tree that is opposite the highway.

This fig tree, standing firmly on a land that will initially be used as a football field.

But until now, the land was never built anything, it just remains an empty stretch that no occupants.

Risma makes this place his favorite place. This is where they spend a lot of time together.

It was also the first time Risma learned to play the violin. Because this land is a land that is far from housing and city busyness.

Risma will come to this empty birth every day. Just to let go of his taste all this time he was quiet.

An endless sense, of a long wait that does not know, when will it end.

Risma played her violin while closing her eyes tightly. There was a sad, heart-wrenching tone.

Therefore, every one who listens to the strains of Risma violin, they will be moved mingled sadly.

If the heart is soft, not infrequently, tears will also flow from the eyes of people who listen to the strains of this violin.

Risma continues to swipe her violin with passion. He doesn't care, what's around him.

After Risma played her violin, someone applauded Risma.

Risma opened her eyes because she knew it was her cousin's brother who always clapped after the game was over.

"It's very good to play your violin" said someone who had seen Risma's violin.

Risma was shocked when she heard a foreign voice the first time she heard. He opened his eyes wide to see who had the voice.

When Risma opened her eyes, she saw a man sitting in front of her. With a slipper, the man seemed to have been in front of Risma for a long time.

"Who are you!" risma said a little scared.

"My name is Yudha, do not be afraid, I will not bother you anyway" said the man who claimed to be Yudha, rising from his seat.

"Why did you come here? Since when are you here?" risma said cautiously.

"I'm just here by chance. As I passed by, I listened to a tone that was very touching and soul-shaking. I chose to stop by to see what the sound was, it turned out that after I saw it, it was the sound of a violin played with the heart" Yudha said at length.

"Oh yeah, I've been coming since more than five minutes ago," Yudha said again.

Risma was silent as she listened to what Yudha had just said. He did not know what to say to the foreign man in front of him at this time.