Rismawanda Violin

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"That's it, don't think about who owns this building. Because there is no result if you think about it," Yudha said when she saw Risma speechless since she said that the building belonged to her father.

"It turns out you're the son of a very rich man huh, Jud."

"Lumayan. But unfortunately, I'm just a rich kid. Not as rich as my parents" Yudha said, looking ahead.

"What is the difference between your wealth and the wealth of your parents, Jud? You'd be rich if your parents were rich."

"No Risma. If my parents are rich, it's my parents' wealth, not mine. Because my parents worked hard, not me. It's really sad that I feel rich with the wealth that my parents have."

Risma was silent, her eyes looking straight ahead. His mind was trying to digest what Yudha was saying.

Slowly but surely, Risma could understand what Yudha meant. Risma felt that Yudha was very different from the children of the rich people out there.

They were very proud and arrogant with the wealth that their parents had.

Secretly, Risma held a sense of admiration for Yudha. Little by little, he began to feel a long-lost sense of comfort and warmth.

.....

After three days and three nights, the race continued. Now, the race is over. Tonight is the closing night as well as the night of the announcement of the winner of the race.

Risma was busy getting ready with the clothes that had been provided by the race lady.

He said tonight was a special night for all the participants. So, all the clothes of the participants of the race, the committee that prepares.

Risma looked at her face in front of that medium-sized mirror. He smiled with satisfaction when he saw her beautiful face from inside the mirror.

"Come Risma! Don't be a fool in the future. You have no right to be sad anymore. Is it because of that trash guy. He is not a friend, nor is he an enemy. So you don't have to think about it from this second onwards" Risma said as she spoke to herself who was being seen inside the mirror.

"Tonight is a special night. I'm not gonna ruin it tonight. Even so, the trashy guy plays his violin like anything. I won't think about it anymore," Risma said again taking a deep breath and then let out a soft one.

Risma's bedroom door was knocked by someone from outside.

"Ris, are you ready yet? Soon the event will begin" said the voice behind the bedroom door.

"But Jud, I'm done" said Risma, walking quickly to open the door.

"Let's go now!" take Yudha without further ado.

"Hurry up really. The time people are still thirty minutes away," said Risma while being manyuned due to Yudha's haste.

"Well, we didn't get there right away, Buk Risma. We still have to go through the highway that might be jammed later" Yudha said, pinching Risma's nose.

"Ih, sick tofu. You're all right, just play cubi-cubi. Later this beautiful makeup of mine can be damaged because you pinch. Anyway yes, this beautiful time you say mom anyway. Don't have eyes?"

"Who says he has no eyes, see nothing, my eyes" said Yudha, showing her eyes with her index finger.

The two of them continued to joke while laughing happily. Without them noticing, across there, there was a pair of eyes that had since noticed the two of them.

Eyes that radiate sadness when you see the closeness of Yudha and Risma. Especially when he saw Risma was very happy with Yudha.

"Why do I feel pain when I see you happy with another guy, Ris? I should be happy too, when I see you happy" Awanda said from a distance.

Yes, the pair of eyes that pay attention to Risma and Yudha is Awanda. He initially wanted to see Risma to say that tonight he wanted Risma to go with him.

But he locked his intention because he saw Yudha up first in Risma's room. He could not have approached Risma when Yudha was there. Especially when I saw Risma and Yudha so close now.