Companion To Paris
The Tears of Paris

The girls were watching Paris crying. They think it's natural. Because this is a disgrace. Anybody must have been in deep shock when his disgrace opened.

"That's why don't be a girl. Then you're ashamed of yourself" they said. The other head nodded in agreement with his friend.

No. gabe. I can't cry here, Inner Paris. Damnit damnit! His attempts not to cry failed. This girl found it hard to hold back. Regardless of the girls sneering in front of him, his feet stepped back into the toilet. Brak! Closing the door hard to make the three girls tiptoed in shock.

"Ih, that's the kid. Crying her. It's his own fault. If his disgrace is finally exposed, it is not because of his own actions."

"really. Not sure, yes ... He said he was rich, but that's it."

"Maybe he's rich from so many times."

"Even though Priski was sleazy, but this time the gossip he uploaded proved to be true."

"Eh, it looks like the bell has rung from earlier." Hearing this his two friends were excited. Half-run they immediately returned to class. This afternoon's subject is the killer teacher. They're definitely not gonna survive.

Paris who went back into the toilet was still busy calming herself down. The tears slowly spilled. It's not about her being called a call girl, which makes her sad. But because of that photo. When they showed me a picture of him and Biema, she suddenly wanted to meet.

"I why the hell? It was just a photo of Biema. Only photos! Why am I being sentimental. Dirty." Paris grumbled as she wiped the tears that fell down her cheeks. "Hh .. true. It's still new. Just one day. If it had been a few days, I would have gotten used to not being among Biema. I am used to not even meeting him. Yes so," said Paris steadfastly to feel ordinary. Trying to calm his heart.

His feet came out and washed his face in the sink. The bell has been ringing for a long time. He's been lingering in the toilet. So he didn't go to class. His brain was spinning thinking about that.

"Why can my picture be in a school chat group? With Biema. The photo is okay, but why?" Paris grumbled while facing the mirror. "Wait a minute, they mentioned Priski's name. Is this her wits again? Is that girl starting to make me her target again? Goddamnit!" Paris clenched her hands furiously.

Paris showed up in class when the clock came back ticking. Since then he has been accompanied by the eyes of every child in the hallway. Different than this morning. Where the gaze was more leads to awe because Paris escaped from Priski's attack. Now that gaze turned into a look of wonder, disgust and disgust.

Paris's move was not as slow as this morning, where he was deeply saddened by Biema's absence. Thanks to Priski's behavior that invites his anger, Paris began to set aside a little sadness because of Biema. He focused on that shitty girl.

The appearance of Paris on the doorstep of the classroom, made a scene for children. Perhaps the absence of Paris in the lesson hours, considered as an attitude of shame because of her as a call girl.

"Paris." Sandra stood up to see her friend appear. Banu who will ask about the absence of this girl during the lesson earlier, said. He chose to let Paris get through it.

"I know," cut Paris down immediately. He knew Sandra meant to tell him about the gossip. "We're home. I'm hungry."

"But you ..." Sandra's worried.

"I'm fine. I'm fine" Paris said as she grabbed the bag Sandra gave her.

"Paris," said Banu. Paris, who was ready to go home, stopped his steps. "Hold tomorrow don't disappear" advises Banu.

"Okay," answered Paris and passed her again. Sandra hastened the pace to line up Paris. From this close distance, Sandra could see traces of crying on Paris's face.

"Are you sad because of this rumor?" ask Sandra.

"No. This rumor has no effect on me."

"Then, why do I see the rest of the tears?" sandra asked as she probed into Paris's face.

"Hhhh ...." Paris sighed and stopped his steps. Then she looked at Sandra beside her. "I'm crying because of Biema." Paris confessed quickly.

"Don't ask why." Paris cuts off. Then walk again.

"Sister Biema hurt you?" ask Sandra slowly.

"No. He made me upset, but he didn't hurt me." Except for the fact that I was just an escape from her love perhaps, the inner Paris.

"Then why?" Sandra still asked even though Paris told her to shut up.

"I told you not to ask, San. It's not important. What matters is that we go home. I'm sure Fikar's waiting." Sandra kept quiet while watching Paris from the side.

"Oh, yes about the rumors. That picture is you're the same Biema, right?" sandra asked him about another topic. Ongoing hot topics.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Do you know who this is?" search Sandra. Seeing Paris's calm about this, it's likely that this girl knows who created the gossip.

"true."

"Who?"

"Stricks."

"He again?" Sandra had to look towards Paris in surprise.

"That's how." Paris shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe he's a grudge because you can escape teacher Bp's punishment."

"If you say teacher Bp. I remember that shitty teacher. He must be a sycophant who wants to look loyal in front of the vice principal." Paris said this sentence with a very upset face.

"Oh, yeah about that. Looks like Priski can arrange a Bp teacher because he's the vice principal's son." Sandra knew about this from Banu. Also from the children. Everyone knows the behavior of the girl. It was just that it was silent because there was the name of the vice principal behind it.

"Mmm .. but about the report to teacher Bp who said I hurt him, it seems like no further. It's not like he's got a pretty strong backing." They reached the school gate.

"It's not that much stronger Biema ...," Sandra said.

"Oh, huh? Because he's an important person?" tanya Paris looked to the side.

"No. Because Biema's sister is one hundred percent sure of you. He believes you are innocent. That's why he dared to threaten anyone who would hurt his loved ones." Sandra heard about the incident in the Bp room from Fikar. "For Priski, it's clear he's just lying. So it must lose."

Hearing that, Paris glared deep into the bustling streets. The one who loved him. Did ya? Am I really the one who loves him? Seeing him treat me was indeed attentive and gentle, but ...

She did ask if I loved her, but would she answer with certainty when I asked about it too? Because all this time he never said I love you.

Apparently Paris is doubtful because there is no such simple but meaningful word. Ilove you. She was also an ordinary girl who would feel confident when people who loved her said that line.