Companion To Paris
Breakfasted

Paris pulled out the phone from her apron pocket in a hurry. Then immediately press the receive button on the phone screen, when he finds out his brother is calling. It must be school related.

"Yes, brother."

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

"To school? Brother finished it?" ask Paris enthusiastically. He hopes to return to the exam.

"A little more."

"So this isn't finished?" tanya Paris sounded disappointed.

"Don't be sad. My sister said a little more. So it's gonna be over. Brother is just waiting for the right time," said Arga trying to give understanding.

"Can I take the exam?" search Paris.

"Maybe not, but you can continue the exam."

"No?" Paris let out a long sigh hearing Arga's deeply unconvincing reply.

"You must be worried. My brother said just calm down. No need to worry." There's a little ruckus on Arga's lips.

Paris took another breath. "Then, how can I go to school, if brother Arga has not been able to finish? It's not better that I'm home. If it's all over and I can take the exam, I'll just be there."

"You'll know later. This matter will be solved there. You can go to school on your own as usual. If you mind, I'll have Angga drop you off."

"no need. I can go to school by myself. It just so happens that there is Sandra. So tomorrow I can go with him to school in Biema's mom's car."

"Oh, is he staying over? All right, if so. We'll meet later. Be prepared."

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'll be right up. Because I have to go to the hospital first so maybe a little late. You don't have to know about this, do you?"

"Yes. Mother will be even sadder if she knows about this."

"Rubber. So it would be suspicious if I left early in the morning while at the office there was no problem. So you can wait for me at school."

"Yes. Then how's dad doing? Is he healthy?"

"According to last night's news, dad is healthier than yesterday. But to go home, still not allowed."

"May father recover quickly. Poor mother too."

"Yes. I hope so too."

"Jinzaigg ... Let's breakfast!" There was Asha's voice there.

Arga turned to his wife and replied, "Yes!" Arga coded his wife that he was still talking for a while. "I'm going to have breakfast, Paris. Do not forget to eat breakfast too. Eat a lot. All the problems at school are solved. So don't worry about that."

"Yes Brother. Thank you for helping me."

"What do you thank? I'm your brother. So it's only natural that I try to help you."

"I'm just happy that I'll be able to take the exam again."

"Yes already. We'll see you later."

Sandra who had already cleaned her body, appeared after Paris finished her last sentence.

"That's Biema's sister?" guess Sandra.

"No. This is Arga's brother." Paris put the phone on the table.

"Are you guys talking about school?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I don't know. It's just that Arga said, I have to go to school later." Paris's tone of voice sounded disappointed.

Sandra nodded. "Yes already. We'll just go with each other. I'll call home to pick up in a minute. You get ready."

"We'd better have breakfast first."

"Breakfast?" Sandra immediately looked behind Paris' body. There's food on the table. "You made it?"

"Who else is here now? Not that you've been in the bathroom. So of course I cook this dong," said Paris a little nervous. It's because he's ashamed. Sandra sat down in the dining chair without asking. Facing the plate that has been prepared for him. Paris took off the apron on her body. Then grab the phone and come closer.

"This what? Fried rice, huh?"

"Udah knows the name," said Paris gemes see his brother-in-law as deliberately going to tease him. Perhaps this is the first time in history that Paris has cooked for someone else. That is why he is wary of any action that leads to a mockery.

Sandra smile.

"I won't bother you. I'm just nanya."

"Ohhh. It's obvious that in front you're going to want to poke me." Paris sat down after putting the apron in its place. "Have eaten. Don't ask too many questions."

"Yeah. Uh, who is this for? Don't I like avocado too much?" Sandra looked towards the glass at the side, which just got her attention.

"Oh, huh?" Paris opened her eyes.

"Yes. Who likes this is Biema." Sandra was sure.

Yep. Thas right. This is the man's favorite. Paris bit her lower lip a glance.

"I'm changing. I'll make you your favorite mango juice." Paris's hand extended forward to grab the glass, but Sandra grabbed it slowly.

"Nothing. No need to change."

"You don't like it." Paris remembered that this girl did not like avocado juice.

"Not like it. Not a favorite. I can still drink it. So you don't need to change. Never mind. Let's have breakfast, keep going to school." Sandra smile. Paris pulled his hand. Stay away from the juice glass. Then come eat.

Just then, before Sandra fed the rice into her mouth, the phone on the table shook. Sandra was surprised when she saw the phone screen there was Biema's name there.

"Yes, hello."

"Are you in my apartment?"

"Yes." Yeah." Paris glanced at Sandra who was overjoyed to get a call.

"Paris is okay?" Sandra looked up at Paris. Paris' eyes blinked seeing Sandra staring at him.

"certain. Wanna talk?"

"No. Just ask you. Don't tell him." Sandra's eyebrows are shrinking. Wonder. If Biema's worried, she shouldn't have called Paris, not her. "Thank you for staying there to be with him."

"Who?" whispered Paris. Sandra moved her fingers in front of her chest. Paris thins her lips, because Sandra won't tell.

"It's not a big thing, really." Sandra put rice in her mouth.

"Maybe, but to me it's important. Thank you, my sister ..." Sandra nodded her head as if Biema was in front of her.

"What's wrong?" tanya Paris was surprised because Sandra just kept looking at him.

"This rice, good." Sandra suddenly commented on the fried rice made in Paris. The phone is turned off.

"You're trying to cheer me up, yeah ..." Paris knew the fried rice he made was ordinary.

"No. I don't lie to keep you entertained. I said it was good, not good," said Sandra who then chuckled. Paris had a hunch that this girl would. But he's happy. Although it was already hard to make this delicious cuisine.

Sandra glanced at Paris who was looking down while chewing her food. He took a quick look. This girl's eyes were pushy as her mouth called out Biema's name. He probably really wanted to meet his brother. The existence of loved ones is very important when we are in trouble. So did Paris.