Companion To Paris
Sandra's Plan

At school.

Paris laughed happily when she found out she graduated. That means his worries are not proven. He graduated. Maybe if the value is not expected. But it has been declared pass it is already so encouraging. He does not have to take the package c repeat the exam for the sake of being declared a pass. Because it will be different from graduation like today.

"Congratulations, Paris," said Asha across the street. Actually, this woman has been asking about graduation in Paris. However, because he did not know for sure, graduated or not because of the issue of his letter he had not met, Paris did not dare to reply. Only now could he proudly tell his brother-in-law and confiding friend that.

"Yes, Brother."

"But Mommy wants to talk too" said Asha, whose bicycle was in Wardah's mistress code to give Asha's phone to her.

"Hello darling ..."

"Hello Bun."

"Congratulations ... You finally graduated too. After all the things that you passed because of your mother's decision to marry you quickly without waiting for you to graduate, finally you Mother can be relieved."

"Yes. Paris is also relieved, Bun."

"Don't participate in strange activities, yes ... You can not participate in the event because there is Biema that you need to respect. Just get the graduation letter and go home," Mother's message.

"What strange activities, Bun? Paris is going home. Biema just came to pick me up." The conversation with her mother and sister-in-law is over. At that moment, a friend approached.

"So?" ask the kids to Sandra. This girl nodded. Paris is confused to see Sandra and the other children are making plans.

"What do you want?" ask Paris.

"There is," said Sandra riddled with riddles. Paris is a maniac because he wasn't told.

"Sister Biema's picking you up in a minute, isn't she?" ask Sandra.

"Yes, as usual."

"OKAY. Have a good rest, Paris."

"Paris isn't coming?" ask the others. Sandra shakes.

"It doesn't seem possible" Sandra replied without asking Paris.

"Mmc ... Must not be her husband, right? Your brother forbade him to come?" ask Sandra again.

"Surely dong. Time yes, Paris was let along with other guys. Biema could be very angry. Not just on him, but on me too" said Sandra who increasingly makes Paris curious. The others laughed.

"What do you want to do anyway?" ask Paris impatiently. He's bumbling himself for being the only one who doesn't understand what's being left here.

"Not knowing time? That ... habits when you graduate school. Fiesta." A girl gave me the keyword. At first Sandra did not want to talk about it with Paris, but they did.

"not party. More of a celebration, right?" said the other. Paris thinks.

"Convoy. I want to join the graduation day celebration convoy" Sandra said with a faint smile. More precisely grimacing.

"Konvois? Any minute?" ask Paris who is beginning to understand. Sandra nodded. "That's exciting ...." Paris is beginning to be provoked. He began to hustle because he knew that now he could not attend the annual event and would never feel it again.

"Right, but you can't come along," said another increasingly make Paris riled.

"Aghb ... This is no fun" grumbled Paris. Sandra glanced sadly. But what to say. It is impossible for Paris to join the convoy that will be followed by the boys as well. Biema would be irate and be ever the world if Paris forced it to come along.

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Squirting pilox each other into school uniforms may sound like an ordinary and old-fashioned, but that's the excitement that comes when graduation day arrives. There's no way they would have written words of pearl or anything in a school uniform if it wasn't today.

Sandra looks so happy today. Apparently he had prepared by bringing some colorful pilox. This girl planned this without her. A little sad because he is no longer in the exciting event that Sandra will follow.

But that is the case, Paris should be able to refrain from prioritizing his ego because there is Biema that must be respected as well. As mother said.

"Don't tell Sister Biema I'm in the convoy? He can get angry later" Sandra said. Biema would have disagreed if her sister had to take part in this kind of activity.

"Why? Let all of you come home with me and can't join the convoy" said Paris of origin.

"Ih, nasty. Not because you can't have fun, other people have to come along, too" Sandra said disapprovingly.

"Handering. I have that," said Paris as he struck the girl's arm.

"Aja kali. Maybe you are under a lot of stress because your desire could not be in the kabulin now. It would. Rese each other," said Sandra.

"Ih, you are this ... I'm not a bad guy to know" Paris said of Sandra's eyed. The girl grimaced.

Paris is waiting for Biema at the gate. While the children who want the convoy are also preparing. Paris' eyes looked enviously towards them. But his head shook immediately.

"No. It's nothin. I gotta go home. Biema will be anxious if I disappear to follow them" said Paris won himself.

Paris repeatedly looked towards the watch in her hand, but Biema had yet to appear as well. There was no sign of the man's car showing up.

"Where the hell is he?" ask Paris dyed.

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