Companion To Paris
Boring

After Biema's departure, Paris who still could not take the exam was stuck on the sofa. Watching a television show that he finds uninteresting. After making food with makeshift ingredients from the refrigerator, now he feels bored living at home. He wants out.

Now he was thinking about where to go with what purpose.

His eyeballs were circulating all over the apartment. Find activities that if fun. Clean up? That's not an interesting idea for Paris.

"I make juice first. Maybe after that get the idea to do something." Paris moved from the couch to the pantry table. Take their favorite fruit both on top of the container. There are only two pieces.

"Not so. Just cut it up." Paris suddenly changed his idea. The initial idea was not realized. He's again a floppy lazy mode. Now this girl just wants to make another with the same material. After being peeled and cut long, Paris picked up the chocolate powder. Then sprinkle on it. Pretty much. Because it's her favorite.

After that he opened the door of this refrigerator slowly. The word heart simply means to take nata de coco. But after Paris looked into the refrigerator, his head turned to the right and left. The contents of the refrigerator began to thin. From here Paris got the idea to fill the boring empty time. With ... shopping.

"OKAY. So I just shop. I haven't been shopping for a long time. Especially alone. It will give me fresh thoughts" said Paris, who rose from his bow. Now he scoops the avocado slowly. Once sure satisfied with some mouthfuls, and immediately headed to the bedroom. Change clothes also look for Biema's credit card that was given to her. "Oh, yeah. I better call Sandra. Maybe he wants to come. Looks like it's exam time." Paris dialed her brother-in-law's contact number.

Once everything is ready, Paris leaves by booking a car online.

It's been a little afternoon. Around 11 o'clock. Maybe the school kids have finished their school exams. It's the last day. The chances of meeting many school children are greater. Paris went to the family's mall. Even so, she did not have to tell her brother or anyone if she came to visit.

That is exactly what Paris is assuming. Many schoolchildren still wear uniforms wandering in the mall. Despite not knowing they would pass with good grades or not, at least now they could make the brain relax after struggling to take the national exam.

Paris walked deeper into the mall area. Aim to come to freshmart to fill a little vegetables in the refrigerator. It may be fresher when shopping in a traditional market because they bring directly from the farm. But it's noon. The traditional market is closed. Even if it still exists, it will not be complete. Paris has never gone to a traditional market alone.

His head that was looking to the left right to see the atmosphere was tethered by something. Where a person is sitting at one of the food outlets.

"Am I just thinking about Priski? Why is that woman similar to him?" Parisian eyeballs squinting. Focus on looking towards the outlet. But he finally realized something. "Ih. It's not like I always have to remember him. Mending remembered last night's events .. rather than having to remember the child's face." Suddenly he smiled to himself, remembering that. "Crazy. I was embarrassed and embarrassed to remember that. Bussydahh ..." Paris shook his head. Spreading his mind a little. "It's not good to remember that here ..." Paris grimaced to realize he was in a public place. His feet immediately stepped away towards the freshmart.

Trolly's groceries are in his hands. Now he just glides looking for the materials he needs. His steps were light as feathers. He never felt such peace. Is it because he's been having a good night? I don't know ...

First of all Paris is heading to the shelf where the vegetables are. When he first saw the area, he was amazed at the vegetable display. Various vegetables are grouped by type and then arranged again with the same color. It's breathtaking. Paris remembers Sandra. If the girl was now with him, he would definitely ask for a photo with a colorful background of vegetables behind them.

The outstretched Parisian hand touched a fresh orange carrot. Her lips are interested. Head nodded. As if to understand that the carrot he holds has good quality. Then put in the grocery trolly. After that, Paris switched to another vegetable. Green broccoli. He didn't like the taste of the vegetables. Like eating grass. The taste of the leaves is so stinging. I don't know for others, but for Paris the taste of green broccoli is strange. But he wants to try.

After filling up the shopping trolley with some vegetables, he went to the fruit shelf. This fruit display is so tempting. There is a cold storefront containing cut fruit placed in various places. The body of Paris wriggled anxiously at the tantalizing cut fruit.

"It looks like green broccoli is not your favorite vegetable" said someone commenting on the contents of a Paris shopping trolley. This girl looked quickly. Because information about his favorite is not something that can be known by the general public he wants to know who it is.

The man's lips smiled, as Paris was already looking at him.

"Hi, Paris," said Lei. Paris did not immediately reply, he still blinked his eyes before finally greeting this young man.

"Hi, too," said Paris with a smile. "Why did it show up here?" tanya Paris felt like she had a surprise.

"Yes. It's lunch hour. All free to go out during the break." Brother Lei told. Paris nodded in confirming. Then a little laugh.

"What's lunch here? Shouldn't be looking for a place to eat." The head of Paris looked around. It just shows that this place is not the right place to eat. Because it contains only raw materials as well as fruits.

"Intentionally," Lei said with a smile. He who accidentally saw Paris so wanted to bend his legs to greet this girl. Paris just nodded not understanding Lei's intentions. "You're healthy?" ask Lei again.

"Yes. I'm staying healthy."

"Not now a national exam, yeah ..." Lei remembered that today there was a national exam for High School students.

"Yes. Indeed so. It's test time." Paris could only respond to Lei's sentence with such a flat sentence. Because he himself had not completed his test. There's no way she's uncovering what's going on with her, is there?

"Thus ... You go home and you come straight here?" ask Lei. It might be a little strange to see this girl already here in free clothes. Because there are still many school children wearing uniforms.

"Hahaha .. true." Paris laughed, hiding the truth. Laugh a little crisp.

"on your own? Not Sandra?" lei asked looking since then no one had approached this girl. If so, make sure he is alone.

"Darling ... Are you done buying?" ask someone to surprise. Make Paris stop answering Lei's questions.

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