Companion To Paris
Go home

"Dance!" shouted Sandra who had been worried about how her sister-in-law was. The Parisian leg stopped. Waiting for the girl to come closer to him. Sandra hastened her steps. He hugged Paris tightly. "Aren't you okay?" sandra asked worriedly.

"No," answered Paris in the arms of her sister-in-law. Sandra took off the hug. She did not care about her brother being there.

"Where's everything? How's it?" sandra asked so.

"Everything's good. I can go back to taking the exam."

"really? Um ... Pleasure ..." Sandra hugged Paris. Just a little later on it came off again.

"All because Biema and Fikar have already made careful preparations for it. So I can go back to taking the next exam." Paris turned his head briefly towards Biema with sparkling eyeballs. Showing that the hero is this guy. Biema smile.

"Thank God. I was worried that my brother did not come earlier," said Sandra keceplosan.

"Worry? So you already know Biema must have come to my aid?" ask Paris in surprise. He doesn't know about this. Paris looked at Biema again. A view full of questions.

"Yes ...." Sandra grimacing. "Sister Biema said don't tell you. So I'm just trying to do it." Sandra confessed.

"We'd better get home soon," Biema asked to cut their conversation. Grabbing the hand of Paris who was holding her sister's hand and pulling to approach her slowly. "We've had a hard day. Soon home is better." Biema.

"Yes. Sandra, we need to go home. They should be home soon because they've just arrived." Paris ended the conversation.

"Alright, fine." Sandra understands.

"Aren't you coming?" bargain Paris.

"No. Poor Fikar still has to drive around driving me. I'll just wait for the house driver." Sandra refused knowing they must be tired.

"If so, we'll go home" said Paris.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Sister's home. Be careful on Sandra's street, "biema's message to her sister.

"I knew. It's home." Sandra moved her hand telling them to leave immediately. His smile expanded as he looked at their backs from behind. The Paris issue is finally over. That's a huge relief.

Inside the room there was still the principal and papa Priski. Some people accompanied him.

"How's the school going, sir?" asked the headmaster while looking at the contents of his slightly changed room.

"good. All good," replied the vice principal confidently.

"Slight changes do not affect our work performance. It might just be an encouragement," said the vice principal confidently behind the headmaster. He realized BP's teacher was being shocked and a little panicked at the spot where he was standing.

"Enterprit yes ..." The headmaster turned his body. "So Mr vice principal became excited by changing a room that is not really your room?" It's a reprimand. They were sure the principal was reprimanding them. BP teacher************* his hand is agitated.

"It's all to welcome you." The vice principal is really good at tongue-licking. He gave it up exactly. Even with a smile.

"That's so ... There must still be many other things that you have prepared to welcome my recovery." In this sentence the vice principal was silent. There was something important that reminded him to be vigilant. Moreover, the smile of the principal was very suspicious.

At the end of the school hallway. Biema, Paris and Fikar are close to the parking lot.

"We're going straight home?" bargain Fikar when their feet are close to the car.

"Yes," said Biema while doing a neck muscle relaxation movement by moving her head. Paris is feeling sorry. They must be tired. Because Biema and Fikar come straight here after the location of the branch office that is in trouble.

Clik.

Fikar turned on the key he held to open the car door. Biema opens the back door for Paris. Next he comes in.

"You're straight here without going home first, huh?" ask Paris. Biema nodded weakly. I must be very tired of having to solve this problem. Paris saw Fikar with pity. After driving all night from another city to get here, he still had to drive him and Biema. Also had to argue with the vice principal. "Fikar must be tired of driving." Hearing these words of attention Biema glanced. Fikar who just sat down heard that.

"Yes, but he's the most tired, not me." Fikar said that while preparing to start the engine. Paris looked to the side for a moment. Towards Biema. Then look forward again because Fikar still continues to talk. "Although I'm in charge of driving from the branch office here, but I don't have any burden. Tired is just tired. Different Biema who along the way is restless thinking of you who are harboring this problem alone. Anxious because this car can't get to school immediately because it wants to see you soon." Fikar reveals what happened a few hours before he arrived at school.

Biema's eyeballs looked straight ahead hearing Fikar speak. Then retract his sharp gaze. He thought Fikar would not say such things. Then sighed as Paris turned to him again quickly. Now he knew that Paris was staring at him. It felt strange that the girl was staring at him for so long.

"I'm sorry ..," said Paris suddenly. His face looked at my Biema.

"Why say I'm sorry? It's not supposed to say thank you ..." Biema looked at Paris with smiling lips intent on joking. But as Paris' head shook with his own face, Biema fell silent.

"No. First thing I said I should be sorry, then thank you. I'm sorry to worry you" said Paris, feeling guilty. Fikar glanced over from behind the small glass above him. See what's going on in the back seat now.

Biema's outstretched hand touched this girl's head. Then rub it slowly. Paris gasps. Because of this swab, he wanted to cry because he felt that he had made this man's burden pile up earlier. Biema caught the gelagat. He grabbed the girl's shoulder and leaned against her chest to hug her.

"Why crying? I'm nothin. So you don't have to apologize let alone cry Paris," Biema said. Fikar lowered his gaze from the rearview mirror on it and focused his gaze forward. Towards a crowded street.

"No. I'm mistaken. I'm mistaken not to tell you about this," said Paris as he pleased. Her tears melted in Biema's field chest.

"I understand. You purposely didn't tell me for fear that I was overwhelmed by two problems coming together. You stubbornly want to finish yourself because you care about me" said Biema who increasingly makes Paris cry. Biema so need to hug this girl's body tighter.

Fikar sighed. A little sorry to reveal that. That's what he did because Paris said the words of attention that were directed at him were not on Biema. It could make the man stare at her sharply throughout the journey.