Companion To Paris
Message from Paris

"I'm going to your office."

What an unexpected surprise there was a message from the girl on her phone. He wanted to come to his office without being asked. I went to the office suddenly the other day. At that time he brought lunch from his father-in-law. But this is the first time the girl has deliberately told me about her arrival on a mobile phone.

"No. I'm not going to your office. I need you." A second message came in. Biema is getting more. His smile grew wider and he saw the second message.

Need it? Paris needs me. Does he miss me?

A simple sentence that can tear apart Biema's calmness. Fikar who saw Biema's behavior grimaced for him. This man smiled, chuckled, then shook his head with a happy face. Fikar thought the phone was connected by his heart. Now he doesn't have to worry. Or even Fikar needs to worry because Biema is like a crazy person?

"Quickly*please help me. Come immediately to my school*." The third message came in while Biema was still lulled. His smile disappeared after reading the message. Both of his eyebrows fused together feeling something was wrong. Something is awkward.

To school? I have to go to school, now? Whatdoes thatmean? Biema frowned. Fikar who saw it so join furrowed eyebrows. But he didn't ask. Fikar let Biema wrestle with her phone and discuss with herself.

"Come in, Biem. It's an emergency. It's precarious!" The fourth message appears with a slight pause from the third message. From this fourth message, Biema is sure that what is happening now is not about the girl thinking about her or missing her. That girl must be in trouble.

Hhc ... Biema breathed. He was a little disappointed by the reality that did not fit his shadow.

"There ... what?" ask Fikar slowly. He had to ask because he was so curious.

"I have to come to Paris school."

"To the Paris school? The guardian student meeting?" tanya Fikar doesn't mean to be funny. But it's usually like that if there's a call to school. Well it seems wrong, Fikar murmured after seeing Biema's very sharp gaze on him. "Oh, that must be important." Fikar immediately tried to utter a neutral sentence that saved him. Muffling Biema's anger so as not to explode.

"It must be that the child is causing trouble at school" Biema said with a furious face as she got up from her seat. Stand up and tidy up his work coat. Fikar raised his eyebrows starting to understand.

...Hours before Paris sent Biema an emergency message....

The hour of rest has been chiming. Badmood Paris walks lazily to the cafeteria. Of course he's not alone. Beside him was Sandra who remained faithful to accompany him.

On the way to the cafeteria, he accidentally turned to the hallway where at the end of the road there was only a dead end. Usually, school gardeners put benches and tables that are not in use there.

For a moment he felt someone passing by. Somewhat strange, because some of the girls had to look right and left before going into the hall.

"Hey, where are you going Paris?" ask Sandra who saw Paris deflecting her steps in the other direction. Their destination was the canteen.

"Attent." Paris stepped into that passageway.

"What the hell is it?" ask Sandra curiously. Sandra followed from behind. Paris's move was quickly accelerated when the girl was about to disappear. This made Sandra clueless, so a little confused even though she was also forced to speed up her pace.

Paris finally found the girl. At the end of the hallway. Near those abandoned benches was a girl standing leaning against the wall. Three girls in front of him were surrounding him.

"What's that about?" whiskey Sandra.

"Bully?" Sandra bought her eyes in surprise. Without getting close and hearing the conversation they also Paris knows that there is bullying here. Sandra grimaced in horror at the word 'bully'.

Paris has not moved, he is still observing. Because the three of them had not done anything to the girl in the crowd. It is likely that they are still talking, which is not very heard from where Paris and Sandra are standing.

"Eh, it seems like the long-haired girl is no stranger" Sandra said softly. From a distance they could see the look on their faces from the side.

"You know that kid?" ask Paris.

"Emmm .. that's Priski." Sandra remembered the name.

"Aakh!" suddenly a scream sounded from there. Making Paris who was listening to Sandra look quickly ahead. The girl leaning against the wall was grimacing in pain. One of them pulled the girl's hair. Paris forward.

"You want to help the kid?" whispered Sandra again.

"If you think?" paris asked quietly without looking at Sandra beside him.

"Yes .. that's not true, but ..."

"No word but, I have to help the girl immediately." Paris is moving forward. Sandra was confused and let Paris leave her. Paris' move arrives just behind the girl who blocked the bully's chin.

"Excuse me," Paris said as she patted the long-haired girl on the shoulder. Because the focus was on threatening, this girl did not immediately understand anyone patting her shoulder. It was only after Paris patted her shoulders rather loudly that the girl turned her head. His face was furious as he looked towards Paris.

"Who are you?" priski's asking fiercely.

"not nobody. I just don't like to see that there's nothing right here."

"He's Paris. Lei's girl." Call one of them. Paris is surprised she turns out to know people because of Lei's courtship. At first glance Paris so remember the guy who has turned into a handsome man.

"Oh .. You're Lei's ex." Priski sees Paris thoroughly. Even with a look of disdain. "What do you want?"

"Can you please stop what you're doing? Looks like the kid's in pain." Paris pointed to the girls who were still their moons.

Priski looked at the girl with the scared face and then looked towards Paris again. "You don't have to interfere. We're not here to bother you, so you better not bother us."

"That's right. I like about that too. Don't bother each other, but .. if there's someone in such pain, obviously I'm also interested in wanting to know. What's the matter?"

"Hey, new boy." Still the label of the new boy is attached to Paris. He attended this school in 2nd grade. He is now in 3rd grade. Isn't that a long time to be called a new child?  That's not his name anymore. "Don't be a hero." A girl's hand pushed Paris' shoulder hard. Until Paris' body retreated a step back.

"You don't know who Priski is?" ask a girl with a face made haughty. His hands still pulled the hair of the girl who was their target. Paris looked towards the girl called Sandra earlier, Priski.

"Of course he doesn't know. If he finds out, he won't bother Priski" said the other girl.

"really. Of course I don't know. I don't need to know anyone who likes bully, do I?" paris said that surprised them. Spontaneously they glanced towards the frowning Priski. Frowning he did not like.