Companion To Paris
Paris knows

The headmaster was already waiting for Biema in his room.

"Good day Mr. ..," Biema said politely and kindly.

"Corn, noon. Sign in. Oh with his wife too" he said when he saw Paris coming behind him. This is what makes Paris actually not want to come. She is more known as Biema's wife than her own name. That's shameful. Because he's been breaking school rules anyway. He should be silent or even hiding. Not a show like this.

"Paris. My wife's name is Paris" said Biema who wants the principal to poultice with his wife's name.

"Yes. Parisian. He's my son too, isn't he?" kelakar. Biema smiled in response. Paris nodded politely while smiling as well. "You don't have to bother coming to school and bringing souvenirs like that" he said as he moved his chin pointing towards a parcel that Fikar had brought just now.

"No. I don't bother. It is I who troubles you. Thank you for being willing to help my wife's problem time," Biema said. "Also allow Paris to take the next exam. Thank you." Thank you."

"It may be time for me to show up. That guy's gone too far."

"I and Paris have also been mistaken, sir."

"Thank you for reminding me of that insider." Fikar listen. Looking at the look on his face, the man understood what Biema was talking about with the headmaster. While Paris pretended to be late in their conversation. This girl had no idea what these two people were talking about.

"Are you investigating him again?" ask Biema. The headmaster's finger is moving over the arm of the sofa. He was thinking.

"certain. I have to investigate it. My team is doing it. It seems to be related to the school treasurer."

"When with BP's teacher?" kejar Biema wants to know.

"I think he's just a subordinate. Loyal followers of the vice principal. For that big business, I don't think he's taking part. Got a part there's got to be. He's an unlucky old man." There was a look of disappointment and pity on the headmaster's face.

Paris understood that they were talking about Papa Priski.

"Teachers are also grateful for the free food" said the principal. "Slightly embarrassing, but we also like the free ones." The schoolmaster's laughter sounded. Biema laughed too. Fikar followed in Paris later. "How was the test?" ask the principal suddenly.

"Eh yes ..." Paris confusion.

"Could you, right? The wife of a man like Mr. Biema must be smart," the principal always makes Paris more difficult to talk. Biema immediately understood that Paris could not do the exam. Fikar was also able to read situations.

Ouch. Smart whatan ... Confuse this, the headmaster. Basic Biema handsome. Why does that make me weak? I am not holding a book at all, Paris wrote in his heart. At least I could read it, although not all. Biema is handsome, because of.

"Yes .. that's it," said Paris with a forced smile. He was grimacing in his heart.

Although Paris did not turn her head towards him, Biema knew this discomfort from there to her. From side. Where his wife sat. He knew for sure that Paris was swearing in his heart.

After the conversation, Biema and the others left.

"Even though you were upset that I did it that time and it made you unable to do well, I'm still angry right now" Biema said.

"Where do you know I can't do exams?" ask Paris with a defiant face.

"From ...your previous gestures," Biema said honestly.

"Whoever. The man you're so close to. You guys are so familiar that I'm kind of sidelined." Biema's way of speaking is still adult, but the content of the conversation is precisely what makes it sound so childish. This is what Fikar means. Paris can turn Biema into a boy if it deals with him.

"He's not a man. He's a boy," Paris said.

"What side is he on?" asked Biema who apparently did not immediately stop talking about Juna.

"I think he's still a kid because he wants to make you jealous. But you are the same." Paris finally opened the word. Fikar shook his head.

"What?" Biema doesn't seem to like the word the boy pinned on her. Fikar blinked his eyes looking at the two of them.

"We'd better go home" asked Paris not to argue here. His steps are accelerated.

"Wait for Paris" stop Biema.

"Speak in the car. Not in here. A lot of people are looking at us." Paris gave the code. Biema looked around. Right said this girl. They are being spectacle materials. He agreed not to argue here. Their lips smiled in response to the greeting of all those who were happy to get free food. Fikar nodded in a polite manner to the people.

Near the food truck, Juna sees Paris running rather quickly. Followed by Biema. Then Fikar walked behind them then. Juna's lips smiled looking at the two of them.

"Isn't that guy jealous anymore? Why does it seem Paris is angry? Biema must be overwhelmed by the nature of that child." Juna chuckled softly.

Paris finally arrived in the car. Fikar swiftly pressed the button to unlock the door. Although he had not arrived yet, he had to immediately open the door for his director's wife. Otherwise, Biema is getting more and more angry.

Paris sat with the car door still open. Biema was standing by the car. Paris finally chose to shift her ass to give this man a seat.

"Tell me why I'm a boy, Paris?" biema asked me about that.

"You're so jealous."

"Not wrong with that. Jealousy is not a sin" Biema said.

"Yes. Your sin is .. It makes me not learn to read books for exams, but teach other things." The eyes of Paris widen when saying a few words at the end of a sentence.

"Egem ... " Biema. "I admit that I was wrong. I did make you learn about something else." Paris glances. "wait. Don't turn to anything else." Paris smiled amusedly in the heart. "You owe me an answer. Why am I a kid and who was that kid?"

Fikar. He didn't get in the car while they were arguing.

"He's Juna. Brother Asha's sister. Satisfied?" paris said.

"Ashe? Arga's wife?" biema asked in disbelief.

"You know how much Asha is?" a Paris search made Biema feel at the corner. Gun eat sir. Intended to be suspicious, but instead made himself suspect.

"Don't joke. I only know Asha your sister's wife. There is nothing else" Biema concluded. "So she's right Asha's sister?"

"Still not believing? I called brother. Let brother Arga also clear," said Paris while preparing to press the phone to contact her brother.