Companion To Paris
Canceled

"No."

"If not, let me finish it. Or you do not matter if you do not pass?” cecar Arga. Because this girl looks reluctant.

"No. Wait for me to talk to Biema first. Maybe he can listen to me after being able to solve the problem at the branch office. He promised to come home tonight. After that I'll talk to Arga's sister again. Now you can take me home. Maybe Biema will be here soon. I have to be home when he comes home" Paris said.

"alright. I'll take you home after taking Asha to the hospital." Arga agrees. Paris sipped another cold drink that stayed a little. Arga saw his wife's plate was still full.

After all the food was finished, Arga brought his wife back to the hospital. He then drove his sister to the apartment. This girl still doesn't talk much. He was still calm looking out the window.

"So Biema doesn't know at all about you being kicked out of this school?" ask Arga in the car.

"Yet. I waited for him to come home from there. I can't tell because I'm afraid his focus on dealing with problems in the office is split because of me. That's not a good thing I think."

Arga looked to the side. "Are you okay?" ask Arga to worry.

"Nothing was okay when he got out of school. Even while doing state exams. So did I. But I can still stand to accept that decision." Arga reached out with a hand rubbing her sister's head.

"I'm sure Biema can finish it. If not, I will move forward. Don't be arrogant if you don't need help. I'm your brother. Don't just open up to Asha. I became envious to see it," said Arga, squinting. Paris glanced to the side and then flicked her lips.

Arga's car arrived in front of the apartment's courtyard. Paris got out of the car. But she was surprised when her brother got out of the car. "Eh, where are you going?”

"You're coming in" said Arga.

"No need. I can go in by myself." Paris shook her hand. Rejecting Arga's idea will bring him inside.

"Yes, come in. I'll see you from here" said Arga not to come in.

"I'm in. Thank you for bringing me in" said Paris.

"Yes." Yeah." The girl's steps walk down the floor of the apartment building accompanied by the eyes of Arga who was still standing while watching her from behind. After the girl is not seen from the outside, Arga picks up the phone in his shirt pocket. Pressing the keyboard and waiting for the ringtone to ring. "Hello Rendra's. I have a job for you." Arga spoke while walking into the car.

Paris was unable to sleep when Biema still did not appear. His body moved to and fro due to the uneasiness near the sofa. The man did not give any further news. Paris worry. Hand shut. Hugging himself who wants to keep moving because of anxiety and worry whack.

Many times his head turned towards the door. It was possible that he had not heard when the man had already appeared from there. But that was just his delusion. The door was still quiet, there was no sign of anyone coming.

"I'm not patient. This can't be allowed. I have to call him" said Paris to make an immediate decision. His feet stepped into the room and picked up the cell phone on the study table. When going to press the phone panel board with a super amoled type, there is a phone in. It's Biema. "Hello Biema" said Paris.

"Everyone can hear your voice, Paris ...," said Biema's voice across. Paris' lips smiled without a sound. Paris' originally tense body now felt light. He's sitting on the bed.

"I hope you're not angry, Paris." Biema's voice sounded worried there.

"angry? Angry about what?" ask Paris confused. There's no bad feeling. But he did not want to guess.

"The problem here is not finished. I still have to finish it. I can't go home tonight." Biema said it with fear. The look on his face was happy to hear Biema's voice was gone. Paris was stunned to hear this man's words. "I can't keep my promise to go home soon." Biema really feels guilty. It was her first time away from Paris and not being home late at night. "Paris ...," Biema rebuked as the voice across was silent.

After successfully gulping and neutralizing her feelings of sadness, Paris spoke, "Yes. I'm still here. Its alright. You can go home tomorrow after the problem is over." His hand was holding the phone firmly.

"I'm sure you must be upset that I didn't keep my word. You must be waiting for me." Biema said it with a sad tone.

"Yes. Now I'm waiting for you to come home. I'm upset, but I'm not a fool who forces you to go home immediately while the matter isn't resolved there. I understand" said Paris admitted. He didn't lie about himself waiting and was upset because Biema didn't come home. But if he understands, it's a lie. He doesn't really understand.

"I want to hug you" said Biema, who made Paris gulp again. Resisting the feeling of being stuck in the throat because he currently wanted to cry. He who is in need of sharing about problems at school, so so sad when the man who in the future is unable to go home because the problem has not been completed. His hands are getting tighter. Nanar's eyes.

"It's already night. We better get some sleep." Paris took the initiative to end the talks. He did not want his tears to fall while still talking to Biema.

"Oh, yes. You're still testing tomorrow, right?"

"Ah .. yes," Paris replied slightly faltering as Biema discussed the school exam.

"I still want to talk to you a lot, but you should sleep to rest. So tomorrow can take the test with a fresh brain. I'll have your house driver pick you up."

"N-not necessary. I'll go alone" Paris refused in a hurry. Until he stammered when he said it.

"Don't Paris. Let Sandra come get you. You can go together."

"All right." Paris cannot argue.

"Then have a good rest Paris. Again sorry, I'm not home tonight."

"I can forgive, because it's about work. But not if it's any other business" sizzled Paris. Trying to joke with tears that are already at the end of the eye.

From the voice that Paris heard from the cellphone he was holding, Biema was heard laughing slowly at his words. "I get. I-i understand. I'm not gonna fuck around. Thank you Paris ... Have good night. Beautiful dreams about us ..."

”Yes," said Paris. Biema hung up her phone. Simultaneously, the tears of Paris instantly melted away instantly. He no longer held back. His head lowered with teeth biting his lower lip. Paris mennagis's.

This girl is so sad. He was very eager to meet Biema. Tell me everything in his nature at school. But circumstances say something else. He still could not meet the man until now.