Companion To Paris
Biema appears

"Don't convolve. There is clear evidence that you are the one who oppresses them. Their wounds. Now you're okay. While they are currently injured," said Guru BP.

It does. But it was clearly their own fault.

"I have witnesses, sir. I have witnesses who can prove that I didn't hurt them." Paris defended itself. He should be able to defend himself.

"You want to make things difficult on purpose?" ask the BP teacher again. This time, his face was impatient

"No. I'm telling the truth." Paris also asked Bella and Sandra to be called to the BP room as well. They are witnesses now. Yep. Only them.

"Sandra's her best friend, sir. They used to be a school before moving here. So it is not accurate if the witness is a friend of his own," said Priski wanted to abort Sandra as a witness. Both of his friends nodded. Paris looked towards BP's teachers hoping not to be affected.

"Yes. Sandra can't be made a witness then."

Damnit damnit! This teacher's been bribed by Priski. You idiot! Who is this girl?

The girl named Bella also did not appear in the BP room. According to her friends, the girl was allowed to go home because she was sick. Since sleeping in the UK.

Paris looked towards Priski who was still pretending to be a weaver. But the look in his eyes when he saw Paris was a look of hostility. Priski smiles winning. It's possible that Bella didn't show up to this girl.

Apparently the accusations this time are not kidding. Priski seems to deliberately make a scenario that is far from reality in order to make Paris cornered.

"You'll be suspended for one week for hurting them."

"This is not true, sir!"

"You're this. It was wrong, instead yelling at the teacher. What do you want to be? Want to be a thug?" ask BP teacher condescendingly. Priski and his two friends smiled faintly. They had the pleasure of seeing Paris in anger and in contempt.

Aarrghh!! Paris could not stand it.

"A teacher was supposed to talk about the future of his student with good expectations. Not with bad wishes like my father. Is this what you call an educator?" Paris said that flatly and full of stifled emotions.

All the eyes there glared in surprise at Paris's words. Even Priski was able to remove his face when he heard Paris speak. But when he realized, he immediately changed the look of his face to be very sad.

"You ... Call your parents here right now! I'll make sure you'll be legalized by the school's disciplinary committee. It's not just the suspension you get." The BP teacher was angry with a red face.

The parents? Just be right. I do not have to call my mother for this unimportant thing, Paris said in her heart. Biema! Yep. He could also be my guardian to come to school.

They both arrived at the teacher's room. Biema stood in the doorway and looked around for where the riotous girl was. All the teachers there turned their heads and whispered about Biema's arrival.

"Can I help you?" asked a sweet-faced teacher who happened to be standing closest to the door.

"Yes. We are guardians of a student named Paris Hendarto." Fikar came forward as a spokesman.

"navy ... What's up with him? I'm her homeroom teacher" said the woman with a look of surprise.

"Groupmaster? Did you call the guardian from Paris to come to school immediately?" tanya Fikar felt strange. Because the Parisian homeroom teacher did not immediately greet them.

"Sorry, I have no interest in calling the Parisian student guardian to come to school. There might be a mistake." This woman smiled awkwardly.

"Maybe about bullying handled by BP's teacher, Ms. Aya," said a senior teacher's mother. Some teachers nodded.

"Results?" ask the woman by the name of Aya this wonder. It seemed that he had indeed not heard at all the matter that the senior teacher had meant earlier.

"Yes. Maybe when Ms. Aya was still teaching. That ... Priski." The senior teacher's mother played her eyes forming some kind of code. Ms. Aya was surprised while buying her eyeballs.

"sorry. I just found out. I'm sorry." Ms. Aya lowered her head repeatedly to apologize. Fikar looked at Biema. He was confused by the apology made by the Parisian homeroom teacher. Biema just silently watched.

"Can you drive between where I need to meet Paris?" ask Biema gently. He knew that the woman who might be the same age as him was in confusion as well. Something is awkward.

"Ba-good. I'll drop off."

"Bu Aya, there is a vice principal," said the senior teacher as if giving a warning.

"So what to do, Mom? Paris was my student. And our guests must also meet him." Ma Aya looked worried.

"Yes already, you drop off and come back here. You don't have to be there." The teachers were whispering. Vague and unclear. But Biema caught one sentence that was so astonishing.

"The spoiled child did it again. This time it will fall victim again," said a teacher who was immediately greeted by another nod. There was also a word of agreement that felt sad.

Biema sent a message to Paris.

"Are you okay?"

There was no reply from the girl. "Can you get us soon?" biema asked impatiently.

"Yeah. I'll deliver."

Biema's arrival had made the atmosphere in the classroom that passed by him excited. This handsome om makes the world of teaching educators also sidetracked. Students, especially women, did not miss the seconds the man in this suit walked through the school hallway.

Fikar who accompanied, a splash of smiles and praise from the students. Fikar's lips smiled happily when he heard the praise for her. He who is committed does not want to date high school children, in fact happy when he heard the girls hum that he is a cool man.

Their feet stepped along with the homeroom until they arrived at the BP room which was not too difficult to find.

"It looks like Paris is here," said Bu Aya let Biema and Fikar into a room that is not so big, but a little better than the teacher's room earlier. Biema came in first. After Fikar and the last one is Bu Aya.

"Good day," Biema greeted with her authoritative low voice. Making the people there spontaneously turn their heads. Paris who was still standing was relieved to see the appearance of this man.

Biema immediately looked towards the girl as if she had been looking for her. After successfully finding where the girl was, Biema looked at the people there one by one.

"Just," replied BP's teacher late. Because this person was also surprised by Biema's arrival. "You who?" ask the teacher while watching Biema and Fikar closely.

"I am the guardian of Paris Hendarto" Biema replied. Guru BP is silent. A neat and elegant suit makes the BP teacher was shrunken. "You called the student guardian from Paris, didn't you?" biema asked again with a slight pressure voice.

"Y-yes. I did call you."