Companion To Paris
Meet again

Accompanied by Sandra, Paris heads to the teacher's room. For the sake of following this girl, Sandra equalized her exam completion time. After seeing Paris standing up and handing the computer answer sheet to the supervisor, he also immediately stood up and took part in collecting the exam papers. Actually, he finished working on everything. He just waited for the girl to finish and followed him.

"What's the matter, you called in the teacher's room?" ask Sandra as soon as she leaves the class. Paris who exited the exam room immediately checked the notification on her phone, looking back.

"I don't know. Absolutely." Still visible on his face was surprised because he was called earlier.

"It seems so important that you have to cut the time of the supervisor to do his job. The matter of calling you can be later after the end of the exam. Today there are two subjects that are tested, right? They can tell you to go there in the afternoon. If not, wait for a break ... This is precisely when mid-test. Maybe if you were done, they forced you to go to the teacher's room. This must be something important." Sandra's making a hypothesis.

Paris shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have anything to say about me being called this. My brain is empty about this. Zero." Paris widened her eyes how much she did not understand. The heartbeat of Paris continues to beat. The feeling of anxiety and anxiety is growing.

Are you okay, Biem? ask Paris to worry about the man. There were no messages or missed calls from the man on his phone.

Seeing Sandra not talking about her family meant that there was no connection with Biema. But is that man safe?

"No calls from Biema or Mama?" ask Paris.

"No. Why ask Biema?" Sandra wonder.

"There may be news from Biema or your family. So I was called to the office." Having said that, Paris is only going to be something.

No. gabe. If there's anything, I'm not the one to call. Except Sandra as her family. Because in people's eyes, I'm not yet part of their family. In front of a lot of people, Biema is not my husband.

"Ignore it" Paris said as she watched Sandra frown. But the girl still tried to check the message notification on her phone.

"I checked. There's no." Sandra says.

How's his own family? Paris saw his phone again. No missed calls from anyone. It's not about the family either.

Their steps came to the front door of the teacher's room.

"Finally arrived. From here I can't come with you in. So this is the last time I can take you. You can go to the teacher's room immediately." Sandra gave a temporary farewell.

"Yes." Yeah." Before entering, Paris let out a panjanv breath first. Then go into the teacher's room. Slender. Just two twists of the guidance teacher and the TU.

"What's wrong?" ask a female teacher when she sees Paris looking to the right and left.

"I was sent to the teacher's room by the supervising teacher in class 2c" said Paris said the intention of his arrival in this room.

"Whose name are you?"

"Paris Hendarto." Hearing the name Paris, both eyebrows of the teacher's mother were raised. Like a little surprised. Paris tried to find the meaning of the teacher's surprise in front of her. Why so surprised? Thats odd.

"Sir! It's Bu Aya's son, isn't it?" ask this teacher's mother to the TU who is busy in front of her computer. The father looked back. Trying to see Paris from behind her glasses.

"Whose name are you?"

"Paris, sir," Paris repeated.

"Hmmm ... Yep, yeah. Probably true. That one. The protege of Bu Aya. If my face is puffed up, ma'am. If the name is correct. His name was Paris Hendarto. As it is written." The old man put his glasses back properly. Then the teacher in front of Paris, looking back at him. After looking back, listen to the TU talk.

What was? Aboutwhat?

"Good, Mom." Paris nodded. Then walk towards the vice school head's room.

Vice principal? Paris felt all over her body itching. He's not happy.

Moreover, it faintly heard the conversation of the teachers behind it.

"He's the kid who said he was, Mom?" ask the teacher in front of Paris earlier, to another teacher who just approached and saw Paris who began to walk out.

"Yes. That said Priski's son, vice principal, right?"

"true."

Prisci. Then what I think is true. The girl became the provocateur and creator of the hoak. Damn it, kid.

Paris changed destination to the vice principal's room next to the teacher's room.

There's a teacher. "Excuse me ... I am Paris Hendarto. I ..."

"Oh you. Sit down on the couch. I'll tell him you've come." The arrival of Paris has been waiting for. Still vividly remembered the figure of the middle-aged man with this position. Isn't the vice principal papa Priski? Paris' lips twitched in annoyance. He's getting more and more convinced this has to do with Priski. And if it comes to that girl, isn't that her case that is considered a call girl?

When will they talk about the rumors? It would not make sense if these old and educated people just believe in the gossip. Even though the one spreading was his own daughter.

Paris is upset.

At that time came the vice school principal. Thas right. Paris met this guy again. Papa Priski's. He sat on the sofa with the teacher and two other teachers.

This guy again ... Then why this time they came the joy, the grunting of Paris in heart.

"You're Paris?" ask the vice principal. Paris nodded with slightly squinting eyes. He was surprised that this old man asked who he was. As he remembered, this person knew who he was.

"Yes" answered Paris. Teacher bp approaching.

"He who was then reported by the father's daughter to me" whispered teacher Bp. Paris noticed the look on the deputy principal's face changed. Who had felt not known at all. Just a formal gaze of a teacher and his student, now the gaze of the vice principal became more focused. Possibly start trying to find who the face behind this High School uniform is. Either you finally know it or you don't remember it at all. He smiles.

The odds of remembering with a face are only 20 percent. But to remember that the face was named Paris may be difficult. When he heard that she was the girl who had been reported by his daughter, it was clear he was very upset.

"You again apparently."

This man is beginning to remember, sizzle Paris.

"Well we'll start some questions." BP's teacher handed him the envelope he had been carrying.

What's that envelope? Paris squinted his eyes trying to guess the contents of the large envelope. But he didn't have to think for long to know what it was. A teacher took out the contents of the large envelope.

A photograph.

Hhh .. turned out as expected. They're gonna discuss my photo with Biema. Is it that important to take care of that unimportant gossip?