Companion To Paris
Dinner

"Biema will not be replaced" Paris said. Asha smiled.

"Of course." Asha patted her sister-in-law's arm slowly. He was amused by the possessive attitude of his sister-in-law. Paris just glanced at Asha chuckling.

Arga emerged from the treatment room. Coinciding with the arrival of Bik Sumi and the father's confidant from the outside. Bik Sumi appears to accompany mother. Just being a talking friend. Because the work at home is done.

The confidants of the Hendarto family entered first after greeting Arga and the others.

"Bik Sumi has eaten?" ask Arga before he goes into the treatment room.

"Here you go, sir."

"We're going out. Take care of mom, yeah. Later if there is anything can immediately call," said Arga.

"Good Sir. I went inside yes ...," said Bik Sumi. Arga nodded.

"Look, you refused to eat because you were full, but look ... You are very greedy" said Arga, pointing to Paris eating. Asha chuckles.

"Isn't that good?" said Asha who was free from Arash because the baby was still sleeping on the red stroller next to him. Until he can rest his arm from the obligation to hold the baby padlock.

The three of them were looking for food at a cafe near the highway. The shophouse that was conjured into a cafe. Young people's dining with two floors that are industrial-themed.

"Yes. I'm glad my sister ate so well. That means he's healthy." Arga touches the head of Paris. From here this girl so remember Biema again. The habits of the man he loved very much.

I seem to be very eager to meet him. His hand reached into the pocket of the jacket and lifted his phone from there. No word yet from Biema.

"You got a problem, Paris?" asked Arga not long-winded. With the code from Asha, he could immediately draw such a conclusion. Paris. He turned his attention towards his brother. Then his eyeballs shifted towards Asha who was sitting in front of him. The female head moved pointing at Arga. I meant to tell Paris to tell her about her school.

Now his eyeballs are back looking at Arga who is patiently waiting for him to answer.

"The name of a living person must have a problem" Paris said. Then he put the rice back in his mouth.

"Although a little, you can tell your brother this," said Arga. Paris was still chewing the food in her mouth.

"There's Biema. So I don't need a story." Asha was surprised by the girl's reply. He didn't think it would answer tightly.

Hearing the stern answer from her sister, Arga immediately turned to Asha quickly. She widened her eyes to ask and hold her accountable. He asked Paris just because his wife was asking for it. But it turns out that Paris' response was not friendly.

Asha raised her hand, asking her husband to calm down. Paris was a little bit less open to her brother.

"Paris is having problems, baby ...," Asha said as she continued to code Arga with her eyeball movements. So that this man still wants to interfere about the problems that are in Paris. Even though this girl with a jutek face was answering her question.

Arga chose to feed the food into his mouth while waiting for Asha

directing Paris to open up to him. Arga nodded. He listened to what his wife said.

"Is that true Paris?" press Asha. She wanted her sister-in-law to be open to her brother. Paris. Then just shrug his shoulders. Asha thinned her lips.

"He doesn't want a story, but right now you can count on him as his brother." Asha began to take the initiative to say for himself the problems faced by Paris to Arga. Arga's head turned to Paris. Then turn to his wife again.

"Complicated problem?" tanya Arga became very curious because the sentence Asha is very serious.

"Yes," replied Asha with a small nod. Paris breathed hard.

"What's the matter, Paris?” asked Arga seriously to his sister. "If it's serious, you have to tell me." Paris sipped her cold drink and looked at Arga who was looking straight at her.

"I got out of school." Paris finally confessed.

"Get out of school?" Arga doesn't believe it. Aren't you on a test?" tanya Arga. He immediately changed his expression when he heard that.

"I'm really testing. The school informed me of that decision while I was still taking the exam." Paris said it as if mocking the attitude of the vice principal.

"What did you do to get out of school?" arga asked as if accusing Paris of being unrighteous. Asha stroked her husband's shoulder.

"He's not one hundred percent wrong. Paris will tell you a more detailed story" Baby Arash wriggled over the stroller. Asha approached to calm him down.

"I didn't do anything. I was just following my mother's idea" replied Paris.

"You mean?” Both eyebrows of Arga are linked.

"Paris dropped out of school because he was caught married." Asha who carried Arash finally chose to help answer.

"So this is about her getting married?” asked Arga who was now looking at his wife. Asha nodded in confirming. Arash is calm. He sat down again, turning his head towards Paris. Following her husband who first turned to her sister.

"Yes. Because of my status, the school did not accept it. So they took my ultimatum out of school, even though I was taking an exam. Isn't this because of you?" Paris blames her mother. "I certainly can't say that this is just a mother's fault. It was also the fault of Biema and her family. But now that's not what needs to be discussed, is it? I want to go back to school and take exams. I want to graduate with a diploma."

"Biema knows about this?" tanya Arga started to soften. The surprised race began to disappear.

"Yet. He's in another area."

"Call him. Tell me about this. Ask what he can do."

"can't. Biema is also shaken. The branch company is having problems, so I don't want to burden it with new problems." When I said that, Paris sounded sad. Asha turned to Arga and moved her chin. Ask Arga alone to finish everything.

"Mother already knows?" search Arga while looking at his wife at a glance. Chief Asha shook his head slowly.

"Yet. I intentionally didn't tell my mother. Because mother is still sad about the father who is sick," said Paris.

"good. Don't let your mother know about this. Let's just let us know. I'll try to finish it." Arga made a decision.

"No," Paris refused quickly.

"no? You want to let it?" asked Arga in surprise. There's a tone of disagreement there.