Companion To Paris
Vigilantes

Tonight Biema doesn't bother Paris at all. He did not use any trick for the sake of being able to hug or kiss this girl. Biema simply kisses on the forehead while whispering softly telling Paris to study.

"The crafters learn, yes ... I'm really waiting for you to graduate. Don't think about a lot of things. Just focus on the exam."

Because of the whisper, it is precisely Paris that wants to be accompanied. This girl can't focus on her package book. Although it was with the sole purpose of looking, it was not serious about reading the contents and studying them. His brain was always thinking towards Biema's kisses and hugs. Two things are like being an opium to Paris now.

"Crazy. Now I'm the one who wants to be hugged and kissed. It's really crazy," raved Paris in her room. His hands ruffled his hair in annoyance.

Every time Paris went to school, Biema always prayed and hoped that Paris would finish her exams immediately and pass without any obstacles. This morning too. Biema always stroked the girl's head when she wanted to get out of the car.

"Hopefully successfully do the exam," Biema said.

"Yep. I'll go in first" said Paris. Biema. Biema's eyeballs found all the girls' eyes watching her and Paris. Biema was speechless while paying attention to their movements as well. Then look at Paris who is on her back. The girl walked over casually even though many eyes looked at her fed up.

"When does that girl need me? He doesn't seem to care what they are doing. I'm glad you're the girl with the strong mentality of Paris, but if so .. I can't show off my power to protect you. Yes, that's ... What matters is that she's okay." Biema turns on the engine and turns the steering wheel to the right. Then stay away from the school gate area.

Like yesterday, a quiet and lonely atmosphere always faithfully surrounded the examination room. Supervisory teachers from other schools are always ready to be supervisors. Any movement is monitored by that person. Even the smallest sound becomes the spotlight.

Anu alone when moving a pencil and make a sound, directly in the spotlight by the eyeball behind his glasses. That one is too. He accidentally kicked the footing of the table because he wanted to move his butt that had been hot since the pose had always been so. It also did not escape his spotlight.

The mood is really gripping. If yesterday was still able to breathe a sigh of relief because the supervising teacher looked friendly, this time they were depressed with the face of the female teacher who was judes once. He was very wary of the suspicious gestures of all the examinees.

Geck! Geck!

The sound of the door on the knock. So distracting. Because all the students and sisiwis immediately turned their heads towards the door almost in unison. Their attention was distracted for a moment. The supervising teacher standing behind looked over. The sound was too loud compared to the movements of the restless children earlier.

His feet moved forward toward the door. Everyone followed the movements of the supervising teacher. Then his hand touched the door to open it.

"Good morning, Mom ..." I heard the words of a teacher.

The heads of the children are tilted. Gawking out wanted to know who it was that came to their class. It turns out that a teacher too. This free moment is utilized by them guerrilla looking for cheat. But still withholding the voice, so that the killer supervisory teacher does not know their actions.

Their stitches don't seem to have been heard by the supervisor. He was too late in the conversation while talking slowly.

Grn, deg, deg. Why am I pounding and agitated, yes ...

Seeing the secret conversation that the supervising teacher had with a teacher on the doorstep, the heart of Paris suddenly skipped a beat. Something made him anxious. He could not hear what the two teachers were talking about.

Meanwhile, almost all of the students in this class were elated when they got a rare opportunity in this national examination. That is when the supervising teacher is not doing his job. He was talking near the door. The children incessantly made a silent furore. They exchanged answers and cheats with mouth, eye, and hand code signals without making a sound. They are like sophisticated spies. Able to understand what his friend meant without hearing any sound from his lips.

Sandra was looking around. Stuck too because of his friends who I skewered. He found Paris who was focused on paying attention to the two teachers. He followed what his brother-in-law did. According to him, at this time the two teachers were just talking, but why did Paris's face look anxious.

"Alright ..," said the supervising teacher ending the conversation. Plok! Plok! The loud clapping of hands shocked the entire class.

"Come, come on, kids. Don't cheat," insisted the teacher. All of the silent excitement earlier became a little rumbling. "You don't know what percentage of your friends' answers are correct. You will feel a loss if you only rely on the brain results of others. Because smart people are not necessarily the right answer. It could be that today he wasn't smart because it wasn't breakfast this morning." The supervising teacher from the other school was standing in front of the class. "Emc ... Paris Hendarto's."

The deg!

Suddenly the name was called to make Paris who sat in the middle surprised. Along with that Sandra also looked at him. After the class friends also highlighted Paris.

The heartbeat of Paris that has been beating fast since, now makes him more anxious. What's with his name called?

"Who is Paris Hendarto?" ask the supervising teacher. Everyone looks at Paris. The girl slowly raised her hand.

"I. I'm Paris." The teacher looked at Paris for a few seconds.

"Are you done with the exam?" ask the teacher to be friendly.

"Dead about essai, Mom."

"good. Finish it immediately then to the teacher's room."

"To the teacher's room?" tanya Paris repeated the supervisor's question. He wanted to know what he heard was true.

"Yes. Come on, the others focus. Focus on testing. You guys should be done quickly. Didn't I give you guys free time." Apparently this supervisor knew the silent commotion earlier. "That's a bonus on this national exam. So get it over with sooner than usual."

Why do I have to go to the teacher's room? What was? Is there bad news? From home or Biema?

The accusations that passed, making him increasingly unable to focus on doing the test. Sandra came to see Paris with an anxious look on her face. He also wanted to know what it was about.

May it be good news, Sandra hoped from the heart.