Companion To Paris
Accompanying Paris

"Why not tell a story?" sorry Sandra. "If this is how you're doing it yourself."

"I've done nothing. It wasn't like I said that brother Arga was going to finish everything." Paris tried to calm down. "So now I feel calmer."

"OKAY. Your mouth can talk, but your expression doesn't. You look sad." Sandra's index finger pointed at her sister-in-law's face.

"That's so ..." Paris poked her lips. Pout himself.

"Indeed so. It's hard to be sad anymore." Now Paris is smiling. "If brother Arga knows, it means the family also already knows about marriage is a test constraint at school?" Paris shakes. "So?" Sandra stopped her hand holding the snack.

"Only brother Arga and brother Asha know. Mother doesn't know about this."

"So you didn't tell mom?” sandra asked her forehead.

Paris nodded. "I can't tell you, because I'm sick now. Pity your mother if added to this problem," said Paris who made Sandra more shocked and compassionate.

"Henndarto's father is sick?" Sandra's surprised.

"Yes. Just when I got kicked out of school."

"Sorry Paris, I just heard about it." Sandra held Paris' hand. "Here I hug." Sandra's arms widened. In order to make his best friend can share his sadness. Paris smiled faintly without approaching to welcome Sandra's embrace.

Because Paris was silent and did not welcome her, Sandra impatiently pulled Paris' body and hugged her herself. "I'm sorry I don't know everything. That's because you don't tell stories either." Sandra repeatedly protested about it.

Sandra couldn't imagine how furious Paris was with the many things that made her sad. It also comes over and over. Unknowingly Sandra's tears melted. He became sad.

"You crying?" ask Paris in surprise. He who felt his shoulders wet, instantly distanced Sandra's body. He looked towards the girl's face. Sandra's lips smiled sadly while nodding. "Why are you crying, anyway?" Paris wiped the melted tears on Sandra's cheek. "I'd be crying too" exclaimed Paris.

"Don't. Don't follow!" Sandra panic. He immediately wiped his tears. "You may have cried a lot. Because of problems at school. Because Hendarto's father was sick. Also because Biema can not accompany you when you are sad. Let me cry now. Not you," prevent Sandra from sounding ridiculous. Paris smiled with amusement. Then hug Sandra again for a moment. Just let go of the anxiety because of this girl's behavior.

"Yes. I won't cry." Sandra calmed herself for a moment.

"Okay, now we better eat a snack." Sandra offered him snacks and sandwiches that he brought. Paris picked it up and sat back down. Securing his body so as not to tense up. Sandra followed. The other hand who was unemployed took the tv remote. Change channel. And finally found one in his tribe. "Better we see this. Funny." Funny." A cartoon Mr. Bean appearing. Paris agreed.

"On me, don't tell mama, yeah .." pinta Paris.

"Why?"

"Just do it."

"When to Biema's sister?" sandra asked while looking to the side.

"To him not to either. Let me tell you myself. But I told brother Arga to finish it before Biema came home."

"So you still want to hide from brother?"

"For now yes. So that he can also solve problems in the office quickly."

"So when did Biema come home?"

"It looks like tomorrow just got home."

"I stayed over. I'll call mama." Sandra enthusiastic.

"Can."

"Ofci!" Sandra happy. "Why not tell from yesterday. So we can spend the night together. Mumpung kak Biema does not exist. You also have friends, right ..." Sandra felt she should have been able to accompany Paris earlier.

"Yes. Excuse me. I thought Biema went straight home, so I waited for her. I couldn't go home last night." Paris shook her head slowly.

"Yes ... Just say it." Paris let Sandra call her mom. He himself looked ahead. Towards the lighted television. Trying to enjoy Mr cartoon movie. Bean is in action. The feeling is a little plong. It was different when he was alone yesterday. When we are sad, we need friends. Although tidka can solve the problem, but it can relieve the existing sadness. Moreover, it's the person who fits in with us.

The night is coming. Sandra frowned when she found out that Paris's bedroom and her sister were separated.

"Your rooms are separate?" sandra asked a little surprised. This fact he had only just learned.

"Yes." Yeah." Although like being caught wet, Paris was calm.

"So you guys haven't had a room?" Sandra's face was still astonished. Paris simply nodded in response to Sandra's question. "Did mama know?" search Sandra. When I said this Paris was a little panicked.

"Don't tell mama" threatened Paris with rounding her eyeballs.

"So my mom doesn't know, yeah ... Your assesan looked strange when he told you to stay one room in your house." Sandra remembered the incident. "You are legally married. Why not just one room."

"I'm still in school. I can't afford a room with a man. We are not married for love. Just because they're in a match. Following the wishes of my mother who was limping at that time because her legs were sprained. That's it" Paris said.

"Right, there's no love for Biema's sister?" ledek Sandra while nudging this girl's arm. Paris blinked her eyes feeling wrong. "I'll tell Biema's sister, lhooo ..."

"Eh, why bring Biema?" Paris is a little panicked.

"Why indeed? Aren't we talking about a man? We're talking if you don't love a man who's your husband. Didn't you?" Paris thins lips. "But I was astonished. If not love, why is there even a story about the trace of redness that yes ..."

"Stop! Stopit! Thats enough. Okay. I love your sister. Satisfied?" Paris is more embarrassed to talk about it. Sandra laughs. Then hugged this girl's body tightly while laughing.

"Thus ... My best friend is actually in love with a man?"

"Yes ... That is ...," said Paris slowly.

"You were so lonely last night, yes ." said Sandra.

"Very."

"But tonight, no. You'll be with me." Sandra took off her embrace and showed off her smile.

"true." Paris is smiling.

Sandra yawns. This is the first time he's stayed here. His head turned to the side. There's no Parisian body there. It seems that the girl woke up first. Sandra's back yawning. His back rubbed his eyes which were still difficult to adapt to the morning. Then get off the bed and walk to the door. They met at the door. Paris, who was about to enter the room, was surprised to see Sandra behind the door.

"Eh, you're awake ... I just wanted to wake you up." Paris said the point.

"Yes. I'm gonna take a shower."

"Yes already. I have new towels and toiletries ready in there. Please use as much as possible," said Paris. Sandra just nodded her head with the occasional still yawning wide. Paris went in to clean up the messy mattress. Then back to the pantry.

As the host, he had to treat the guests as best as he could. Moreover, this is a special guest, namely his sister-in-law. The girl is going to school. So Paris also prepares breakfast at the dinner table. Because it was impossible for her to let Sandra starve to go to school. Especially when it's exam time.

The phone in the pocket of the apron he wore rang. Brother Arga. Quickly, Paris received the call.

"Yes, Brother."

"Paris, today you should go to school," said Arga opposite gave the order.