Companion To Paris
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Some girls approached towards Paris with carefree faces. Their hands each carried a bowl and a paper plate containing various foods provided by the food truck there.

"Mmc ... Congratulations, you can take the next exam."

"Yes. Although yesterday could not take the exam with us-we but now we can also test."

Various comments about the follow-up exam and his case were discussed. Not with the nyinyir and full of scorn, but with praise and a sense of sadness like family.

Nih child on drunken occasion yes ... why are they suddenly attentive? Didn't they like me? tanya Paris did not react to hearing their sentences.

On the sidelines, Priski looked at them furiously.

"Sad for sure yes, could not take the test at that time," continued another.

"No. Not sad. Why sad? I can relax at home with my husband. You can shop and spa. Is it Paris?" Paris only smiled flatly when she heard them babbling on their own.

"Happy to be able to get a husband so much attention. All girls would want to if the boys were like that."

"His husband? That handsome one? Which is okay?" Everyone talks about Biema. Paris breathed a tired sigh.

"Thank you, Paris for the food." A few words of thanks came out of their lips.

They look very two-faced. At that time, they were busy bullying Paris because of rumors about open BO. Keep on stirring too because this girl was caught getting married. Now it's their turn to be free, which seems to be in the name of Paris, they are full of praise.

Paris is still looking for the culprit of this furore.who?

Paris's eyes puffed up as he saw Sandra and a young man he knew very well standing near the food truck. Junas. Asha's sister.

Paris' feet were soon quickened to approach them.

"Why are you here?" spray Paris on her brother-in-law.

"Why?"

"Why. It's school hours to know."

"Continue?" ask Juna to relax.

"What is your school?"

"You're done with the exam."

"He hasn't finished the exam, Jun. Forgetting that we are free." Sandra gave me information. Paris throbs.

"Eh, still a test? Why?" Juna was clearly astonished.

"She was caught married by the school. So it was in D.O that," said Sandra.

"So the marriage is still going on with your sister?" juna asked as if she was sneering at him. "I think it's broken up." As far as she knows this girl hates it when in the same match Biema.

"Yes, he continued. How the hell, you," spewed Paris. Juna chuckles.

"Now it looks different." Juna was watching his brother-in-law closely.

"What? It's getting pretty, right?" canda Paris's.

"No" replied Juna.

"So Paris isn't pretty, Jun?" ask Sandra.

"At least you" Parisian sneer but a smile too.

"You look a little older than we last met."

"What's? old?!" spray Paris.

"And usually that's. The same young married man. One day the woman will follow her parents. This guy is still. Not older, but his wife even feels the same age."

"Damn it," maki Paris while punching Juna's arm, but that guy's a dodge apparently. Juna chuckled again. "What do you need here?"

"work."

"worked? What kind of work do people use to play to school. You don't live here anyway, do you?" ask Paris still want to know why this guy is here. "I'll tell Asha, you know. Let me know" threatened Paris.

"Don't use pitting all, dong." Juna protested disapprovingly. Juna's chin pointed towards the food truck that was near them.

"This? Meanin?" Paris still doesn't understand.

"He's a part-time worker at this food truck." Apparently Sandra had gotten the information first because she had met Juna since earlier. Paris nodded. He finally understood.

"Don't help?" ask Paris for wonder. Because this boy just stood watching the foreman.

"I'm just a driver. Not workers like them." There were two more people who were there serving anyone who was willing to take food. "Isn't this truck a shipment on your behalf?" ask Juna wonder.

"I don't know." Paris sees food trucks with a foreign look. "Don't tell me this isn't paid yet, Juni." Paris is panicking. If you use his name, will the bill also use his name?

"No. All paid for."

"good. I can be relieved."

"I also wonder how rich I know this name. It's your school, after all."

"But I still want to know which people are kind enough to give them food?" Paris circulated the views to the children who were engrossed in eating. The teachers who had come to take the food also smiled as they thanked them.

"Mc ... Just sec. I have information about who sent this using your name." Juna opened his phone. From the direction of the outer hallway sounded an unusual frenzy. Sandra looked and smiled.

Paris was still waiting for Juna to find information about who actually ordered the food truck. Being so curious, Paris' body approached Juna until his shoulders intersected.

"The first thing you saw, Jun?" tanya Paris. Until Juna's arm was pushed repeatedly.

"Wait a minute, dodol," said Juna annoyed. He became the same hustle of his brother-in-law. In addition to Paris' hands so involved touching the screen of his cell phone, his body so must withstand the weight of Paris' body. Because the girl put half her weight on Juna's shoulder.

"Can't wait, Juni. It was from my secret devotee. I couldn't accept a present carelessly" said Paris, making the boy's fingers stop.

"Dream times. What secret worshiper?" jeered Juna while pushing Paris' body using her shoulder.

"He's not a dream. I am a devotee of the girl," Biema said with a laughable possessiveness. Juna and Paris looked up at the same time. Appeared the man with his favorite couple of course. He's fikar. Stand next to him.

Sandra closed her lips holding an amused smile. Paris widens eyes. While Juna did not have much reaction because he did not know who this man was. He only knew Biema by name and story.

"Biema ...," Paris said in shock. "Why are you here?" tanya Paris still can't believe this guy showed up.

"Thankfully, I came to school soon. Looks like I came on time," said Biema who was somehow very cold. As cold as the North Pole.

On-time? On time because it's home time? Is that so? But why is that face so stiff. Isn't it if we're on time that the face is happy? What's wrong with him ... Paris did not understand the meaning of that cold face.