Companion To Paris
Paris and Sandra

...At school. Moments before Paris is seen in front of the cafe....

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Paris is moving to the right and left. His eyes rolled out to all corners of the school gates. He hoped Biema wasn't there. Although Biema had already promised to let Paris go home by herself, this girl did not believe her just like that. He had to make sure again that the man had indeed not picked her up right now.

"Ah, it does not exist," said Paris sighing in relief. "Good." Paris smiled with satisfaction.

"Hey," Sandra's reprimand surprised. Make Paris tiptoed in shock and then glared.

"What the fuck, anyway?!" geruru Paris while stroking his chest. Being stalked, this girl became very surprised when someone reprimanded her. Sandra's voice was slow too.

"I see your moves are suspicious." Sandra pulled out her friend's arm. Intentionally flirting.

"I'm looking at whether your brother is around here or not."

"Oh, brother Biema. I'm sure there isn't. He texted me before going home to take you first and then I could go home later."

"really?" Sandra nodded. Biema seriously told me to go home with her house driver. "I still want to play games. I don't want to go home first. In the apartment there was no one. Bored. So I want to play outside. It's a foreign place to me anyway." The last sentence sounds sad.

Sandra immediately fixed the mood. "I know about it, but I was just given a message to take you home." Sandra was trying to understand her friend's feelings.

"Sori, San's. I don't want to go home with you. I'm just going home by myself." Paris is still determined to resist.

"What about me, Paris? Brother would be upset if he knew you wouldn't come home with me."

"That's your business. Or just tell me if I refuse. Let me be in charge."

"Hhh .. yes already. Up yours. I'll tell you not to see you come home."

"Eh, how about we hang out together. You will accompany me. If you're with me, it's nothing." Paris had a good idea.

"Emm, but ..."

"Walking can't be ...." Paris provokes Sandra.

"Yes, yeah."

"Good Sandra. That's my friend." Paris flicked her finger happily.

"really. I'm your friend, and your good brother-in-law." Sandra was so proud to say it. But in contrast to Paris who immediately lost the hue of happiness when he heard Sandra say that.

"Ehh .. don't talk about it" protested Paris. Sandra forgot.

"Sorii ... Ja. I'm just your smart friend getting the idea," said Sandra. They also traveled along the streets. Sandra has told the driver not to pick up for the right reasons.

Biema's body slowly stood up from her chair. Mela's eyeballs moved following the man in front of her who immediately shot out of the cafe. Fortunately, the food on the plate was gone when we stayed. Mela had to come around her body to follow Biema who was leaving.

Especially when he saw Fikar in front of him also immediately sipped a drink and stood up.

"Just a minute, Fik." Fikar's hand was successfully held by Mela. Fikar looked at this woman. "Biema why, Fik?" ask Mela curious.

Half-running, Fikar immediately caught up with Biema out.

"Parisss ...," hiss Biema. His head turned to the right and left. Make sure no vehicles are passing by when he crosses the road. Then step into the crowd across.

Fikar also followed his superiors. In contrast to Biema who remained calm despite his furious mind saw his wife was involved in a fight. As Fikar crossed over, he was a little careless until the vehicle horn repeatedly rang out shouting at him.

"Hey! Take a look around, dong!" shouted an angry driver.

"Sorry, sorry," said Fikar, bowing quickly. Then ran over to Biema who had stopped.

The streets are already quite rame, added there are school children's fights, increasingly adding to the crowded streets. Many people are confused about what is going on with them. Some just watch. Consider the brawl of school children is common.

Biema's eyes were still staring at Paris.

The sound of clashing blows sounded. Paris seemed to be superior to the guy who became his opponent. Eventually, the boy fell to the ground.

"Basic you. Find a worthy opponent, dong!" maki Paris with her attitude. A friend of his seemed to have also managed to fight the enemy. One by one they ran away after being defeated.

"They were just like that. Fucking thugs cemen." This time it was from a tall man. After seeing the guys run away, this guy starts to approach Paris.

"Don't get close to it soon, Biem?" ask Fikar. Biema was silent and did not approach Paris. But Biema's eye bead is still paying attention.

"Dance, Paris!" From the left, a girl ran. This girl stopped her run right next to Paris. His breath was wheezing while holding his friend's shoulder.

Sandra! Is he here too? Both Biema's eyebrows are linked to form faint wrinkles. So I didn't get a reply, 'cause he was with Paris?

"Your sister is here too" said Fikar.

"I ... can't .. compensate ... your fast run," he said cut into pieces.

Paris thins lips denouncing Sandra. "Don't say it's hard to breathe, San," advised Paris who felt sorry for her sister-in-law. Sandra's head nodded in agreement with Paris' advice. Then he tried to catch his breath.

"Hey, I seem to know you," chirped the guy who was beating up. Paris looked at him. He was referring to Sandra. Sandra's head that had been lowered, now looked up.

"Oh? Who yeah?" sandra asked after managing to catch her breath. The guy was silent while thinking.

"Also know? Who's Er?" ask that guy's friend.

"In the meantime, I need to think first." This tall bloke frowned at the sign he was thinking.

"Sandra!" call Biema. Everyone in the room turned towards Biema. Sandra and Paris eyeballs bought together.

Biema! Why did he show up, anyway! grumble Paris in the heart.

"Sister?" Sandra was surprised to find her sister here. Suddenly Sandra's body that was still bent, now straight up to see her brother. Biema approaches Sandra followed by Fikar next to her.

He's approaching! the screams of Paris in my heart. His head slightly lowered and avoided his sight scattering with Biema. His hands were busy scratching his non-itchy nape.

"Why are you here?" biema asked flat and full of pressure after standing right in front of them. Not to Paris. Biema asked Sandra a question. Because his eyeballs only saw his sister.

"I ...." Sandra's distraught looking for an excuse. His eyes were moving in all directions. Nervous. Occasionally glanced towards Paris and lowered his arms. Paris glanced at Sandra as well. She saw Sandra could not answer.