Rismawanda Violin

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"Why are we here?" ask Risma when they get to the park.

"Here is the best place to let go of all the burdens you are carrying."

"What do you mean?"

"Is he called Wanda?"

"Iy .. yes. She is Wanda."

"Is ...."

"Here you go, I don't want to talk about him anymore. He himself does not remember me, why should I remember him," said Risma cut off Yudha's words quickly.

"But why are you still crying while listening to the violin from that guy, Risma?"

"It was just by chance. My eyes winked so unintentionally, I dropped tears."

"Then, why can't you stand being in there?"

"That's because .. Never mind, don't corner me again Yudha. I don't want to talk about anything anymore."

"Oh yeah, we'd better get back soon. Later the Tirta pact can be angry because we were later outside" said Risma again.

Risma did not wait for Yudha to answer her words. He got up and got out of the chair he was sitting in. Risma left Yudha with a thousand perplexities that were engulfing.

"*I know that right now, you're just trying to look strong, Risma. I know right now, you are very fragile and injured. I promise you, Ris. I'll help you be happy again."

"Risma, wait for me!" said Yudha as she walked quickly after the distant Risma.

....

The race opening is over. Risma is currently in her hotel room, alone without a roommate.

He was still thinking, what really happened to Maya. Why did Maya leave this room? What made Maya leave the room?

Various questions came to Risma's mind. One by one the possibility of Risma playing around in the mind of the girl. But in the end, he still did not find the right answer to Maya's departure from their room.

While in other places, Yudha looks restless while looking around. Yudha was looking for someone.

Before long, a man appeared who walked out of his room. Yudha's eyes were fixed on the man. Yudha smiled with satisfaction when she saw Awanda who had just emerged from behind one of the hotel room doors that lined up neatly.

Without a second thought, Yudha approached Awanda quickly.

"Can you who are you?" awanda asked a little confused.

"Yudha" said Yudha, extending his hand.

"Awanda" Awanda said, welcoming Yudha's hand.

"Can we talk somewhere else? A more comfortable place to talk, than here."

Awanda just nodded. His heart, still shrouded in confusion, was forced to agree to what Yudha said.

They both walked to one of the cafes not far from the hotel where they were staying.

Yudha ordered a glass of dragon juice that she liked the most.

"What do you want to order, Awanda?" ask Yudha kindly.

"Tea is hot. I'm allergic to ice."

The cafe waiter nodded his head, a sign he understood what Awanda said. Then the servant left Awanda and Yudha alone.

"What do you want to tell me exactly? Why do you look like you know me so well?" awanda asked very curious.

"honestly, I don't know you, Awanda. It's just, there's someone who really expects you to come back to her."

"Who is he?"

"Don't pretend you don't know, Awanda. You've met him. But why are you even making him so hurt. So that he was able to show his sorrow in public."

"What are you talking about. Just go straight to the subject. Don't be this convoluted. I don't like."

"Well, I'll be honest now. I'm a friend of Risma's. You must know, right? Who's this girl named Risma?"

"No, I don't know Risma. So don't talk about people I don't know."

"Wanda, I don't know what you're dealing with right now. But for sure, I don't like it, if you hurt Risma constantly. Not enough what? All the suffering that Risma has endured since your departure, huh!"

Yudha was very upset now. Her emotions culminate when she explains what happened to Risma since the loss of her best friend.

Unknowingly, he spoke loudly and invited the attention of other guests.