Companion To Paris
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Compared to the rumor that Paris is a call girl, the accusatory sentence that she bunting, pregnant, feels more piercing in her ears. People think she's a call girl because there's a photo of her and Biema getting into hotels and apartments, but ... Now they again accuse him of all sorts without any such evidence. Isn't marriage better than being a call girl? Why do they still want to harass him?

Paris upset.

Maybe also he is sensitive because disappointed his brother did not appear in accordance with what was promised, then his brain heated up. When someone wants to make a fuss, he starts to get carried away. Until he made his hand take over to immediately beat them.

He was inflamed to hear the untrue allegations. Patience limits are broken. Paris angry. He did not think of anything other than wanting to beat them. Maybe Paris thinks he's been kicked out of school. So even beating them remains the same. He remains expelled from school. Releasing High School without a diploma.

"Damn it!"

They were shocked that Paris' body was rushing towards them. Their eyes narrowed in horror as Paris also threw fists at them. Paris could not touch them. A hand prevented it. Forcing him to stop. 

"Stop Paris," Biema said appeared suddenly. Paris was shocked to hear a man's voice. He looked at her quickly. "You don't have to do that." Paris' eyeballs did not blink staring at Biema. His chest that was rumbling with annoyance, now more and more rumbled to see the appearance of this man.

"Biema ...," said Paris. Fikar also appeared there. He was not far from them. All eyes looked at Biema. They were shocked by the sudden appearance of this man.

Both of Priski's eyebrows fused together. I watched someone appear. Who her?

"Who is this guy?" whisper some of them. The buzz began to sound from the horde of students who suddenly many around them. The mouth was able to make the children stop to see Paris. Especially with the emergence of Biema that is beyond estimates. They want to know. They're curious.

In another moment of confusion with the appearance of Biema, Paris itself was still fixated on staring at this man. Biema who knows Paris still does not believe in her standing here, smiles.

"It's me, Paris. I came to see you. Sorry to be late" Biema said trying to convince the girl of her existence. Paris is on the line between waking up and dreaming. So he couldn't be sure that his vision was correct. His eyes blinked hearing Biema's soft voice. Then he held back the tightness that enveloped his heart. "We'd better get out of here." Without caring about all the gazes of the students around her, Biema grasped the fingers of Paris to invite her away. No word came out of Paris' lips. This girl simply followed Biema's hand.

"We're going to light the fire of war?" fikar asked as he followed his master walking.

"Yes. No one can disturb Paris. It even made him unable to take the exam," Biema said firmly.

"Ready," replied Fikar with a confident smile. The body of the child in the group turned around. Their eyes could not help but look at Paris and Biema who were moving away from them.

Sandra then emerged from her class. Hearing there was a fuss in the hallway of a class, he was sure Paris was in his car there. Despite trying to walk quickly, he missed Biema's action to prevent Paris from anger that would lead to a fist. Sandra appeared when the three of them had already disappeared from that place.

"Who is he, Pris?" ask the girl who was giving insults to Paris.

"Eitherway. Maybe he's the customer ...," replied Priski of origin.

"Yes. Didn't I tell you she had a side job, which was being a call girl?"

"So you spread the rumor that Paris is a call girl, yes ..," said Sandra who was behind. Priski was surprised to hear someone's reprimand. She's looking. So did the others.

"What's? That's not gossip, is it? That's right" Priski said. "Go to the apartment at night. Then get into the hotel."

"Is that really just the conclusion of it all?" Sandra's upset. Priski just shrugged his shoulders casually.

"What if it wasn't ...?"

"You know what the hell about call girls? Don't-don't you yourself be the call girl. So when someone does that, your brain immediately thinks so" Sandra said. Everyone looked towards Priski. A little influenced by Sandra's words. He was tired of seeing this girl.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" priski asked a little nervously. Not because of Sandra, but because of the gaze of the other children. He was the first to say that, if suddenly they changed their minds because of Sandra's words, he was not safe. "Of course I'm not that kind of girl" Priski said angrily.

"Thank God that you're not like that, but .. You have to be careful if anyone can find the fact that you're the real call girl" Sandra said. Priski stomped his feet in annoyance.

"Right, Pris you're not making anything up about Paris?" They start to question.

"Make what?" Priski is still in the.

"So much about married Paris is not your own wits, is it?" Thanks to Sandra's words, then their beliefs are slightly tarnished.

"Hey, Paris is married. You can check online." Outspokenly, Priski said how to accurately get evidence about the Paris wedding.

"Online?" ask them curious. This is something new they can hear. Some of them approached Priski.

"Can you really see that someone is single or married?" They're back on Priski's side. The question of whether or not the rumors circulating about Paris are starting to erode. All of that is distracted by Priski's explanation of where he got evidence that he could get married status information in Paris as a girl who is still a student.

"Yes. You guys just try. Log in to the resident service website and enter your name and date of birth* ...." Priski tries to explain the way he got it from his rental informant. They nod their heads in understanding. Right away their hands are looking for a cell phone and looking according to what Priski said. They were very curious. Not only about Paris, but also about the sites that are made. Is it true they can find their Parisian married status from that site?

How magical. The site actually shows the name Paris with her married status.

"Hey, what you said is true, Ki!" exclaim one of those who managed to enter the site and type the name and date of birth of Paris according to those mentioned by Priski. This girl seems to have collected a lot of data. Hearing the cry of one of the girls, the other came closer to see what his friend had obtained. "Paris is really married!" This girl is more excited because she has managed to do what Priski has said. And it worked.