Companion To Paris
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Fikar waited in front of the apartment in an office car. Paris sped up his pace and opened the front door of the car.

"We need to eat right away. My stomach was ringing so hard. I'm so hungry." Paris immediately complained of his hunger for Fikar.

"really. We're same. Fate. I'm also very hungry." Fikar agrees. The car drove to where they had breakfast.

After weighing would ask about Biema to Fikar or not, the decision fell on. "Biema ... is it in the room or not?" ask Paris to investigate. Strange question. Because the one who lives with Biema is herself, not Fikar. But the truth is so. She didn't know Biema was in her room or not.

"I don't know, Paris. You haven't met her?" ask Fikar wonder.

Paris shook weakly. "Not yet."

"Yet?" It seemed Fikar was surprised by Paris's reply. Then the man just got a beard while driving.

"Biema didn't say anything to you?" Paris still wants to know more.

"On what? If you talk, yes. I am his subordinate. Of course he talks to me a lot. Especially about work."

"When about taking me to school?"

"She just told me that from now on I'm the one who's gonna do this last night. Of course I dare not ask why. I'm just his subordinate. I've done enough to obey the will and orders of superiors."

"yes too. You'll be fired by Biema if you take care of something like that."

"Well .. you know for yourself the consequences." Paris smiled faintly. Paris finally did not discuss about him in between Fikar. The only one who knows why is Biema. Fikar glanced to the side. The look on Paris's face was struck by this change. "You don't agree, if I'm the one who dropped you off and picked you up?"

"No. I just feel weird if in the future you're taking me to school. Because almost every day, it is Biemalah who is where you are now. Next to me." Fikar saw a look of troubled eyes there. Paris sad. "Don't look at me like that. It's just unusual. I'm not used to it." It seems Paris wants to cover up her sadness.

"Oh .. so." Fikar nodded in understanding Paris's intentions.

Arriving at the Paris school in Sandra's welcome. Sandra's head looked towards the car that had just delivered her sister-in-law.

"It looks like it wasn't Biema's sister, deh ... Who is that?" ask Sandra while teasing Paris.

"Yes. It's not Biema. That's Fikar" Paris said slowly. Sandra glanced at her best friend carefully. There was a silent aura emanating. Paris was not excited.

"So ... Where is my brother? Tumben damn well he didn't drive you?" sandra didn't mean to quip or anything. She didn't know why her sister didn't drive Paris.

"That's what I want to know" said Paris with a sigh of fatigue.

"You ... don't know why you can't take you or you don't know where my sister is?"

"both. I don't know where your brother is and I don't know where he is either. I couldn't find it this morning."

"Attent." Sandra stopped Paris' steps and stood in front of him. "What the hell do you mean? Masa' You did not meet with Biema. In all, you'll live on one roof with her ..." Sandra did not think.

"I didn't see him this morning. Absolutely."

"How is it possible ... When you wake up you can see that Biema's sister is next to you. Isn't that?" Sandra's confused.

"I don't sleep in one room with him." This is the first time Paris has revealed about their bed.

"So ..."

"So that's why you didn't sleep one room with Biema's sister?" Paris nodded.

"I was just trying to look good as Biema's wife in front of everyone, but we weren't so when it was just the two of us."

"really? I don't think Biema's sister is."

"Maybe it's because you're his sister so you're defending him."

"I'm not defending Biema's sister, but I know."

"That's it. I'm not excited anymore. Especially arguing about Biema. Sorry." Paris walked ahead of her sister-in-law.

What's actually going on? Did they have a big fight because of Lei's brother?

Rest hour

Being Priski's opponent and winning it made Paris famous. That's really not in the frame. He has no intention of becoming more familiar to all students, with an alternative path like this. This morning, he was greeted by many people. Paris was confused by their greeting.

"Wahh .. You are so popular, Paris," Sandra said with awe so obvious.

"I don't like it. Not proud. Even I don't think this is fun." Paris shook his head in disagreement.

"Why not fun?" ask Sandra astonished.

"Every street, every eye of theirs must be looking at me. It was more like watching me. I'm not comfortable." Paris explained. Sandra smile.

"That's probably Paris' admiration. Ih, you are." Sandra nudged Paris' arm. Perhaps the thought of why Biema did not arise and why the man gave up the task of picking up and dropping off to school at Fikar is still there, but the eyes of the school children made him lose focus on Biema.

Paris left the classroom to the cafeteria. There was something strange about the children passing through it. They all looked at Paris. At first this girl thought they were just coincidentally looking at her. Not because of something to the accident. But the longer the more unpleasant air from them.

"They're watching me, huh?" ask Sandra who is next to him.

"What time?" Sandra's eyeballs looked around. The girls were looking at them and whispering.

"Look at. It's not just one time twice. Since leaving the classroom, even this was almost at the cafeteria, they had continued to do the same. Look at me and whisper."

"Emm .. seems to be yes." Sandra was beginning to wake up. Indeed their gazes initially looked like they were looking at him and Paris. But if you look again, they are more focused on Paris.

"What's on my face?" paris asked, pointing to her own face. Sandra tried to pay close attention. But there is nothing unusual about the face of Paris. No scribbles, no dirt or anything like that.

"Nothing. Clean face. Still beautiful" Sandra said.

"That's. Why do they keep seeing me like that?" ask Paris for wonder.

"Hey, Paris! A moment." Banu the class president called Paris. They both stopped.

"What's wrong?" ask Paris. Banu grabbed something from the back of this girl. And then handed it to Paris. A large paper that says Open BO. Sandra was surprised as she closed her mouth. Paris widened her eyes reading the writing on the paper that was in her hands.

"I think someone's on a prank." Banu said that calmly. Paris's face was red with anger. His head turned to the right to the left trying to find someone.

"Yes. I think there is someone who is a prank" Paris said with a stifled growl. Sandra looked towards Paris. He was certain that his best friend would soon explode. It's really dangerous. Banu left them.