Companion To Paris
Dad's sick

Although Arga's face looks calm, but not so with his heart. His clenched hands held in agitation. Asha who was currently holding Arash glanced at him, then tried to grasp the hand of this man. Channeling a little sense of calm that she had, for her husband. Arga. Asha smiling gives strength. Arga's head nodded later.

"Right, what did you say Biema?" ask me still gently.

"Yes Dad."

"Because what? Did he break the school rules?" Dad still asked in the same tone.

"Paris was expelled from school because he was found to have been married while still a student. It violates the school rules, Dad ...," Biema said, saying everything slowly, but firmly. Mr. Hendarto was silent.

Mother's hand held her mouth shut. It was shocking to hear the news. His head turned towards his daughter. I didn't know the reason his daughter was kicked out of school was to get married. And everyone knows that the idea of getting married came from her and Biema's mom. After looking towards Paris with all her shock, mother looked towards Biema again.

Mr. Hendarto remained silent after hearing this news. His breath seemed to go up and down faster. For a moment all seemed to unite the view in one direction, namely Mr. Hendarto. The atmosphere of the room suddenly became so tense.

"Dad's okay?" ask me to worry. Mr. Hendarto nodded confidently. But what does not seem so. Hendarto's breathing seemed irregular.

Daddy's!

Paris wanted to get closer, but somehow his legs could not be moved as if on a nail on the ground. Arga and Asha approached. Papa and Mama Biema stood up to see Hendarto in bed. Judging by the iron state that seemed alarming.

"I'm calling the nurse" said the mother in panic.

"No. Just get some water," Hendarto asked.

"But ... " Mother is doubtful.

"I'm fine. Give me the water" said Hendarto insisted. Arga took the water for the mother on the nightstand and handed it to her. Then she offered it to her husband immediately.

All were pale and worried about his condition. After drinking water, he threw out the tightness that had stopped and felt clogged his breath.

"Everything's calm. This dad is okay. There's nothing to worry about" he said, trying to calm everyone there. "Message sit down again. Nothing to worry about."

Biema's mother and father who were worried now can be calmer. They followed what Hendarto said. Sit back on the couch.

"Paris," called the next father in a firm and hoarse voice. Mother offered another drink to her husband. He drank another mouthful. Paris opened her eyes. He was surprised that I called him. Asha and Arga turned to their sister.

"Sorry Dad. We just want everything to be in order without bothering Father and Mother ... " Biema deliberately interjected in order to make the father-in-law not call his wife. "Sorry about that, too, Bun. We admitted that Paris came home from the exam. That's all we did for fear of the mother getting depressed by the incident. Because in addition to thinking about the father who is currently still sick, you also have to think about Paris who was expelled from school. Me and Paris don't want to see you depressed." Biema tried to explain again.

Mother nodded. But that did not undo Hendarto's intention to call his daughter.

"Paris. Come closer," ordered Mr. Hendarto again. As if he did not care Biema's words, Hendarto still called the name Paris. Arga and Asha looked at the unmoving Paris from where she stood unsettled. Mother looked at her husband. To prevent her husband, but her head shook. Preventing his wife from holding herself up for conversation. Mother understands.

"I hope you and Mom don't get angry when we cover this up." Biema doesn't want dad to be mad at his wife.

"I say calm down, dear .." said Yudhis quietly.

"How can I calm down this way ..." Mama Biema was worried about both of them.

"Biema's." If he had turned to Paris, this time Mr. Hendarto looked at his son-in-law.

"Yes, Dad."

"I asked. Is the matter now under control?" asked Mr. Hendarto who turned out to remain calm despite being surprised and frowned when Biema said the problem.

Papa Biema smiled. Made Mama Biema swallow her husband's arm in wonder. Smiling at the moment when all was tense was extremely disrespectful. Moreover, their son seemed to be in a desperate mood. Papa Biema's index finger restrained over the lips. He told his wife not to make a fuss. Mama Biema snorted for a moment. Do not accept that he is the one who is accused of a storm.

"Yes, Dad. Me and brother Arga handle it. It's all done. Now Paris has been able to take the exam again even though it is a follow-up exam," Biema explained. Father was silent while nodding small for a moment. Received a report from his son-in-law.

"Then let this father call Paris. I want to talk to Daddy's daughter" asked Mr. Hendarto to his son-in-law.

"Talk to Paris? Just talk?" biema asked as if she wanted to make sure that her wife remained safe. Mother wants to smile, but on the floor.

"Of course" replied Mr. Hendarto.

Papa Biema chuckled. Everyone was surprised to hear it. Until their focus all changed towards him. Mom and Dad were not so surprised. Mama Biema hit her husband's arm in embarrassment at the sound of laughter just now. Then smiled badly at the iron.

"What are you doing Biema? Why are you blocking a parent who wants to call his own daughter?" yudhis asked still laughing amusedly. Mama Biema frowned disapproving of her husband's attitude. Biema blinked her eyeballs.

"Surely said Yudhis. I just want to call my daughter." Mr. Hendarto chimed in and smiled full of mystery. Justifying his besi sentences. Paris who was initially hesitant finally walked over to her father. Everyone is watching carefully.

"Dadn't want to be angry?" whispered Asha.

"Eitherway. Seems like. I'm not angry, but let's see. Most importantly I'm not in pain anymore" Arga replied in a whisper as well.

Sandra who has been tense since seeing Hendarto's father in pain until now can look comfortable again, starting to be able to lower her shoulders slowly ... Although not the main character in this tense story, he also felt what the girl felt.

"Close to Paris soon. Your father is waiting" said the mother began to get anxious.

"Ah, yes." Paris took her foot off. Until now standing beside the bed was very close to his father who was sitting leaning there. Mother pulled her daughter's arm. Guide this girl to the side of dad's bed.

Paris' chest is pounding. I don't know what else his father will say. He just hoped his dad wouldn't look sick like that. That's very worrying.