Rismawanda Violin

Twenty

Today, Risma and Yudha, as well as some of the children who will participate in the race, are heading to school, where the match will be held.

They left in a school car. The school brought no other students, other than the students who participated in the race. This is because the race this time is only the preliminary round. There are still a few more race levels.

The distance between Dharmayu high school, with Risma school is not too far away. It only takes an hour by car. Of course, if you do not have a traffic jam.

When I first arrived at this school, Risma and friends, look pretty cute. Understandably, this always happens if we first come to the place we just visited.

"Welcome, at our school children," said one of the teachers who was in charge of receiving guests in front of the entrance gate of the school area.

"Welcome to the Tirta pact" said the teacher to the Tirta pact that guides his students.

"Thank you very much for the welcome, Mr. Yahya," said the Tirta Pact replying to the teacher's friendly greeting.

"Please enter, my students will take the father to the place that has been provided."

A male student, assigned to deliver the troupe to the venue, where a musical race will be held.

"Ris, how do you feel?" yudha asked as they all sat in their designated places.

"Nothing" said Risma flat as usual.

"Are we not feeling nervous in the least, Ris?"

"You're saying nervous anyway, there's a little."

"Well, I don't think you have any nervousness at all, Ris. You see, you look ordinary since we left, until we sit here," Yudha said in a teasing tone.

"You're Jud, your hobby is just Risma's seduction, right?" said one of the friends who heard what Yudha said.

Bel Yudha answered what her friend said. The sound of a loudspeaker was heard echoing with its floor. Greet everyone present, as well as open a music race.

With a slightly flushed face, Risma and Yudha climbed up onto the humble pangung that the Dharmayu school had provided.

Yudha clasped Risma's hand, before rising above the pangung. Beyond the estimation of Yudha, it turns out, Risma did not refuse his hand held by Yudha.

Perhaps, the girl was too nervous at the moment, so as not to refuse, what Yudha just did.

"Do as usual Risma," Yudha half-whispered to Risma.

Risma did not answer, only her eyes seemed to respond to what Yudha said.

They started the show a little nervous at first. However, after Risma closed her eyes tightly, she did not look nervous in the least.

The sound of the violin that he made from every friction, made a tone that touched the heart. All who listen to the sound of Risma violin, feel sadness, and get carried away in the atmosphere of haru.

Risma violin can make all who listen feel something missing. No matter how, they were so moved while listening to every note that came out of the friction of the violin.

It is no stranger, if the violin Risma will make them cry when listening to it. As is the case today, many cannot resist their tears from descending across the cheeks.

Not only the students who cried, some of the female judges also felt the sadness that flowed, through the strains of violin that Risma played.

A very big applause, they gave to Risma and Yudha. When they finished presenting a show that made the cheeks wet from spilled tears.

Compliments sounded very clear, from the audience as well as from the jury. They were so amazed at the talent that Risma had.

"Oh my goodness, Ris, I guess, you're the only one playing music on the pangung just now" Yudha said as they walked away from the pangung together.

"You mean?"

"Well, everyone just praised you. Do not give me the slightest praise" said Yudha with a sad, contrived face.