Rismawanda Violin

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"Kids' spirit. I'm sure you will succeed" said Mr. Tirta as Yudha and Risma walked together to take the stage.

Risma only smiled when she saw her teacher was so eager to provide support for the two of them.

"Risma, we will succeed" said Yudha, not forgetting to encourage Risma.

"Yes, you also have to be passionate. Bismill." Bismillah."

They both went up on stage. Then get ready with the musical instruments they will play.

Yudha precedes his piano game. While listening to the piano sound, Risma immediately closed her eyes and started her violin game.

Everything was quiet when Risma played her violin. The roar of the audience voice that was originally very noisy, now turned silent and quiet from the human voice.

Risma's violin really amazes everyone who listens to it. Not infrequently, there are those who cry because they are too aware of every tone created.

In one of the participants' chairs, sat a guy who looked straight ahead. His eyes glazed over, as he listened to the familiar tone of the violin.

Instantly, it was like he was in the past. There are two teenagers who are always together. Sitting under the fig tree was a hobby of both of them.

Wanda remembers her past with Risma. Where he taught Risma to play the violin with full feeling.

Back flash.

"Risma, how sad the tone is like this anyway, when you play the violin," said Wanda while holding her violin.

"I like the sad tone that touches the heart, Wanda. Because when I play this violin, I can pour out everything in this heart."

"Yes but not as sad as this dong. Yes, all the notes you play, all sad."

"Well, we are friends. If you play a cheerful tone, let me play a sad tone. We will complement each other."

"It's also exactly what you said. There's no way we're both playing the same tune. Later, I could if it was you. Because you are getting better at playing the violin. I am your teacher."

"That teacher if his student's child is a little clever, his heart has already started to fidget huh? Maybe he's afraid, his student's so nut forgets skin times huh."

Wanda wiper tears that fall slowly. He could not stem the tears that were ready to slide from his eyes across his cheeks.

And there, on that stage. Risma still plays her violin very skillfully. But in the corner of his eye, flowing clear liquid that he could not bear.

When the game ended, a very lively applause adorned their footsteps who descended slowly from the stage.

All whispered and talked about Risma violin that turned out to be very capable of making others feel sadness.

Applause was still heard, until the two of them returned to their seats, the audience still clapped for the stunning violin.

"Wuah, don't blame you two for pairing up. You guys are really very great," said the Tirta pak praising his two disciples.

"That's great Risma sir. Just look, everyone admires his violin play. As for me, no one admires my piano playing sir," said Yudha with a face that pretended to be sad.

"Good ah, you're wrong. If you don't accompany my violin, I won't be able to play the violin either."

When they are cool talking about their music game, while listening to performances from other participants. A guy comes near them.

"Excuse me, sorry I interrupted you for a moment. Can I talk to Risma for a second, right?" ask the guy.

"It can" said Risma, looking up to see who was talking to her.

"Wanda!"

"Who is he, Ris? Do you have any acquaintances here?" ask pak Tirta curious.

"No sir, I don't know anyone here. I have no acquaintances or friends."

"Risma, I'd like to talk to you for a minute."

"Risma, talk to him for a minute. Give him a chance to talk" Yudha told Risma.