Companion To Paris
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"Look. Hendarto will not be angry" said papa Biema whispering his wife. Like I know what will happen later. Mama Biema still does not want to listen to her husband who was embarrassed. He focused on seeing Paris standing in front of his father. Wanted to know what would happen next.

"Here" said the father who apparently asked for a hug from his daughter. How surprising. Paris blinked her eyes while bowing and hugging her father. This girl did not expect. So do the others. "I'm sorry we're Parisians. We didn't help you at the time. Forgive me, father" said Mr. Hendarto mean it. Everyone was stunned to hear it. The tears of Paris fell. Which at first was a little, now melted all.

"Don't apologize, Dad. Paris never blamed me" Paris said with sobs. This room is so blue. A smile with the look of his face adorned each of the people who were here.

"Dad knows, but I have the right to apologize because as parents we should have been able to help you back then" said the father as he slowly let go of his embrace. Then rubbed the tears on his daughter's cheek.

"I'm okay Dad. Its alright. Everything is done too. Two of my sons can finish it" Paris said, looking back. Where her husband and sister stand. I looked towards Biema and Arga at a glance.

"Goodoo. So everything can be quiet." Father stroked the head of his daughter who was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Dad's okay, isn't he?" ask Paris is still worried.

"of course. Although I was surprised, my father was okay" said Hendarto with a smile.

"I'm relieved ...," said Paris moved. Her tears were dripping again.

"Don't cry anymore, my daughter .." prevent Hendarto.

"Paris was crying because he was happy, Dad ..," whined Paris as a boy. Mother chuckles. Everyone laughed because Paris sounded funny and also because of the loss of tension that had enveloped them.

Mercifully. Everything is fine, Paris ... I always hope to be happy for you, Biema said in her heart.

Arga, Asha, and Sandra. The three of them took a sigh of relief. Arga looked to the side. He looked at his wife while holding his hand with a smile.

"Luckily father is fine, Sha ...," whispered Arga.

"Yes. What I fear is that. But now everything is safe, dear ...," Asha said.

"true."

"It's finished so quickly" said Biema's happy mother.

"I thought it was okay. Hendarto is wise. Hendarto's health only needs to be aware of," said Papa Biema who can guess earlier. Mama Biema smiled. This time, I believe what her husband said.

The situation began to be peaceful after easing from the tension earlier. Now a warm atmosphere enveloped the treatment room. Biema's family still lives here. Maybe because long time did not visit each other so now they want to spend more time chatting. It still rained outside.

Their conversation consisted of several camps. From the mother's camp. There's Madame Wardah and lady Besan.

"We're sorry, you know ... Just came to see, Wardah. The problem is because I just found out about Hendarto's pain."

"Ahh, about that it's okay." Madame Wardah shook her hand.

"We're really bad, you know ... Biema and Paris just told. So we just know the story."

"Yes, it's nothing. Besides, we actually didn't tell Paris so she wouldn't worry. It turns out that he even heard from Bik Sumi," said Wardah patted his arm. This conversation is from the women's camp.

Asha herself kept holding Arash who was still asleep. Sometimes the little baby needs a gentle pat on his ass to go back to sleep. Until often Asha is alone for the peace of her baby.

Sandra herself told me about Priski at school. Paris thinned her lips furiously repeatedly hearing Sandra's story.

On the other hand there are the stronghold of lord Hendarto and also Yudhis papa Biema.

"I am actually healthy. Just can't go home yet. Instead of a storm, I better follow the will of the hospital," said Hendarto.

"If we could, don't get sick. The pain is not good" said Hendarto like trauma.

"I get. I don't want to get sick myself, but what's the power that the body can't afford anymore."

"really. Healthy is precious." This is a talk from a male camp.

Biema and Arga were also in conversation.

"Thank you for telling me" Biema said.

"No problem. Besides ... I'm not a core player. I'm just an extra player. As a message. You are the main player. So aren't the players working hard?" Biema chuckled at the words of her sister-in-law.

"It's close to Mommy" said Ms Wardah as Sandra and her mother went out to the toilet. Paris approaching. Mother immediately hugged him.

"What's wrong?" ask Paris in surprise.

"Mother is sorry too. Because your mother forced you to get married, so you're in trouble" whispered the mother.

"Yes, it is indeed Mother's fault" said Paris pretending to be angry.

"I'm sorry, Mommy ..."

"Hara ... " Paris chuckling.

"Why laugh? Don't you want to apologize Mother?" ask mom while taking off her arms.

"That's impossible. Yes, Paris sorry. At first Paris was very, very opposed to this matchmaking. Especially married." Paris sneers. "But now ... Paris can say a big thank you to Mother."

"Thank you?" ask Mrs Wardah for wonder.

"Thank you for my match with Biema" whispered Paris shyly and blushed.

"Ho .. so it is, yes ..." Mother smiled meaningfully at her daughter. Paris chuckles.

At that time Arga who had been talking to Biema began to piqued because this man turned his attention in the other direction. Biema is in place. As if it were because of something. Arga. His head turned in the same direction as the place where Biema nailed her gaze.

It was Paris. Biema was enjoying the view of Paris who was laughing with her mother. Arga's lips smiled.

He's the right guy for Paris. I can be sure of giving up my responsibility to protect Paris, Arga said in his heart. He joined his parents and his family.

For a moment, when the mother took her eyes off Paris, this girl felt noticed by someone. Paris watched. He found Biema who was watching him.

For a moment their eyes were locked. As around them there is no one else. It's just the two of them. This world seems to belong to both according to many people so the term.

Parisian lips finally painted a beautiful smile for this man. The gaze that was once stunned, now became warm.

Thank you, Biem ... I love you, lirih Paris. Although she could not hear because Paris was only seen moving her lips, Biema could tell for sure what the girl was saying to her through lip movements.

I love you too, Biema replied.

They both do not realize that they are watching Arga. Until Arga blushed himself to see their interaction. This led him to approach his wife as he recalled their memories once more.