Rismawanda Violin

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Risma didn't have time to say anything to Maya. The girl left Maya quickly.

At that time, a call from Yudha reminded Risma, that she also had to leave the hallway of this hotel.

It only took three minutes, for Risma to get down and meet with the Tirta pact as well as Yudha.

"How long have you been, Ris?" ask Pak Tirta impatiently.

"Sorry sir, I prepared for a long time," said Risma softly as she lowered her head.

"No papa Ris. I just ask you, not angry," said Mr. Tirta justifying his past sentence, when he saw the face of Risma who felt guilty.

"Well, we should go now. Because the others have gone all together" Yudha said, reminding the Pacts of Tirta and Risma.

They also did not waste any more time, immediately leaving for the opening venue of the race event.

No conversation was heard as long as they were in the car. They just fell silent without a word with their own thoughts.

Risma was busy looking at the road they were on. Pak Tirta is busy with the car road. And Yudha, he was busy watching Risma from the rearview mirror.

"What do you think, Risma? What Wanda's face means so much to you. I was very curious about his face," said Yudha inwardly, while continuing to pay attention to Risma.

When they reached the opening party. The voice of the host was calling out a familiar name to Risma.

"Alright invited guests and all participants of the race. Before our event opens, we will present a very touching tone. I call our invited guest from Permata High School, Awanda Wijaya."

A man with full charisma steps, took to the stage while carrying a violin. A very lively applause, accompanied the man's steps.

Risma can only look sad at the guy named Awanda Wijaya. Her eyes were glazed over, as Awanda stood upright on the stage.

Yudha realized the change that Risma was showing. Quickly, Yudha held Risma's hand, then held her tightly.

"Yuddha." Risma spoke softly while looking at the face of a handsome man who looked taller than his shoulder.

"Don't cry here, Risma. You can't look weak in front of everyone. You are the most powerful girl, don't show your tears here" Yudha said as she whispered softly in Risma's ear.

Meanwhile, Awanda, who was on stage, looked at Risma and Yudha at a glance. Then he played his violin beautifully.

That tone, it sounds very pleasant. Her tone is soft and sweeping. Very able to make others entertained with the beautiful tone of Awanda violin.

Meanwhile, Risma who knows very well the beautiful tone of Wanda's. No longer able to hold back her tears from falling.

"Wanda, why did you forget me? Why are you the same with me? I hate you!" risma said in her heart.

"I went to the toilet for a while" Risma whispered to Yudha.

"I'll be with you so you don't get lost."

"No, I won't get lost."

"I'll hang out, let's have a friend to talk to."

"Sir Tirta, me and Risma came out for a while. Can't Sir?"

"Where are you guys going?"

"To the bathroom sir. Risma kebelet. I can't bear Risma walking alone."

"Yes, don't you go long."

"It won't be long, sir. We'll just be a minute."

"All right."

Risma and Yudha left the hall where the race opened.

Risma could not refuse Yudha's request to accompany her. Inevitably, he had to accept Yudha who wanted to accompany him to get out of the hall.

Instead of going to the bathroom, they go to the park around the area.