Companion To Paris
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With help from her family-in-law's driver, Paris arrives at the apartment. He immediately threw his body on the sofa in front of the tv after throwing a backpack. Closing her eyes thinking about her being kicked out of school. Actually he wanted to tell Biema about school. But the man was also troubled about his work. He can't complain now. It has to be quiet until the guy gets home later.

"I'd better call mom." Paris thought while staring at the ceiling of the apartment. "Yep. Is correct. I have to call my mom to say about this. It's not like you have this idea of marrying lightning." Paris got up from the fall and changed positions on his stomach. Paris does need to talk about the exit order drop out for her on the mother.

Paris finger pressed mother's phone number. The autoresponders of the mobile phone service replied that the number could not be reached. Your phone is probably dead. Then he tried to call home. Paris waited a long time, but no one received his phone call. "Where is everyone at home? Why isn't anyone picking up the phone?" Paris's forehead creased as he looked at the screen of his phone. Paris called Asha. His finger was looking for that name on the contact list.

Paris has pressed the call button. Like earlier. The waiting tone kept ringing there without anyone lifting it. Paris pressed the call button repeatedly. Hope Asha picks up her phone. Waiting for a few minutes, Asha did not receive a phone call.

Paris stopped the outgoing phone call.

"Why didn't Asha take my call either? Is she busy with baby Arash?" Paris tried to guess for herself the reason no one picked up her phone.

Then where's mom? Why didn't even Buk Sumi pick up the phone? Questions flashed in his mind. This girl changed position from lying on her stomach to sitting cross-legged feet. His hand did not give up on pressing the keyboard on the mobile phone to get communication with one of the residents of his family home.

Paris dialed the home phone number again. After the second ring, the phone is picked up.

"Hello. The residence of Mr. Hendarto," said a voice there. That's Sumi's Bik.

"Hello Bik Sumi's. It's Paris."

"Non Paris." Bik Sumi's voice sounded happy. "So long Miss didn't show up at home. Missing aunt."

"Yes. I haven't been there yet because of the busy exam schedule." Paris deliberately gave an excuse just to fill in questions from workers in his family home. "Bibik must be kangen with me who is complicated at home yes ...."

"No. It's not that." Bik Sumi felt bad for her young lady.

Paris laughs at Sumi's nervous Bik. "Ia, yeah. There is no need to be confused about dong. I called you a long time ago nobody picked up, Bik? Where are the people?"

"To the hospital, Non."

"Hospital?" Paris's forehead puckered.Did Miss not know yet, if Mister is sick?" ask Bik Sumi astonished.

Paris immediately rose from her seat in astonishment. "Dad, sick?" Paris tried to convince himself. He asked with a stutter.

"I-iya Non," replied Bik Sumi immediately realized that she should not talk about it to the daughter of the Hendarto family. This senior maid hit herself on the head with a screech. Regretful for delivering sad news to her young lady who does not know her father's situation now. "M-sorry, Non. The aunt shouldn't have to tell me about it. If this is the case, miss will be sad."

Farthest. Paris knows.

"Nothing. Don't feel guilty, Bik. I should know.” Paris tried to calm down this senior aide despite herself being unsettled. He who was still shocked was of course pretending to be fine in this matter. This girl did that to make Bik Sumi need not feel guilty. "Where is the father in the care?" ask Parisp quietly with a slightly trembling hand.

"In the hospital May Be Healthy, Non."

"Yes, No." After this last conversation, Paris took a deep breath. The second sad news came to him. Dad's sick. Paris' feet immediately stepped towards the room and changed into uniforms. Ordering an online motorcycle while walking to the pantry to drink water.

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Paris took a little quick step towards the hospital lobby. Find an officer's desk to ask.

"Excuse me, Ma'am." Paris approached while looking at the attendant's desk in the middle of the lobby. One of the officers looked up with a smile.

"Can I help you?"

"Sorry, madam. Can you ask a patient by the name of Hendarto?”

"Can you tell me when you first entered this hospital?"

"Today."

"Before I look, well ..."

"Yes." Yeah." Paris nodded. The officer looked down. Look at the computer screen in front of him. Focus on the names there.

"Mr Hendarto was in the VVIP treatment room. Please go to the 5th floor." The officer told the direction to Paris.

"OKAY. Thank you." Thank you." Paris to the elevator door. Coincidentally in front of the empty elevator, so that he could immediately enter without the need to jostle. As the elevator moves towards the fifth floor, Paris is restless. Many times he took a deep breath to release the tightness that was entrenched in his heart now.

His feet immediately stepped out of the elevator door shortly after the elevator stopped on the fifth floor.

Paris immediately headed to the room area in question. His move came back quickly because he wanted to see his family soon. In a small garden right at a door, Asha was holding Arash. It seems that the baby is difficult to sleep so it needs to be treated intensely. The head of his sister-in-law turned unintentionally towards Paris. From his slightly widened eyeballs, Paris knew that Asha was surprised to see his arrival.

Paris's index finger pointed towards the door without making a sound. He knew Arash needed peace to sleep. That means the baby was fussy because of difficulty sleeping earlier. So Paris tried not to use sound, so that small babies are not disturbed.

Asha understands this girl already knows about her sick father. So he nodded in response to Paris's question through his index. He said that his father-in-law was inside.

After getting the information, Paris' feet stepped closer towards the door. His hand held the door handle and opened it. The mother sitting on the sofa by the bed looked up.

"Paris ...," lirih mother stunned. Mr. Hendarto's secretary who was also in the room bowed slightly to see his young lady appear. Paris smiled faintly in response to her mother and father's employees, then immediately turned to look at the bed. Where Mr. Hendarto lay.

His feet came closer to the bed. The middle-aged man's face looked pale. This is the first time my father has been hospitalized in such a weak condition. Fathers are among the fit people who rarely get sick. If he is currently lying weak here, it shows that he is very tired.