Companion To Paris
Arga is ready to help

The tears of Paris that have been detained since are now overflowing. Forced out uncontrollably again. The atmosphere of the night increasingly adds to this girl's heartbreak. Accidentally the cry said directly about his longing for Biema. Also in his sadness for the problems that are happening to him.

This girl was in need of a backrest that would ease the feeling of sadness in her heart. And it was in Biema who he loved. But right now the man is dealing with the problem as well.

Perhaps, he could be selfish by saying everything. Forcing the man to put himself ahead of work by not going to the branch with Fikar. But Paris's affection for Biema is greater. Until this girl can throw away her ego to make the man not think too much.

After her cries had been over for nearly an hour, she was now able to breathe normally. Despite a small whimper the rest of the crying was still there.

Snot out of his reddened nostril. He needs a tissue to wipe it. His body stood looking for tissue on the study table.

Sroot!!

Paris threw the snot out loud on the tissue. Then throw the dirty tissue towards the trash can in the corner of the room. The night is getting quiet. The clock on the wall shows

at 00.04.

It's time to go to sleep. But Paris is still struggling with her sadness and longing. Paris sat down again on his soft bed. His hands occasionally wiped away the remaining tears. He finally called Arga. If Biema is still busy dealing with problems at the office, it means she still can not be disturbed. Time to ask her brother for help.

"wait. At this hour, is brother Arga still awake?" prevent Paris for his own finger. He was silent for a moment. Discuss with himself. "It's okay. Just try. If you are lucky, Brother Asha will answer. Then he'll wake Arga. Okay. I call him now.” Paris put the phone in her ear. Waiting for the person across there to receive his phone call.

Paris lucky. A female voice sounded across. "Yes, Paris." That's Asha's voice.

"Sister Asha hasn't slept?” tanya Paris was surprised to herself that there were still those who received her phone calls. I was hoping someone would raise his call.

"Yet. Arash hasn't slept."

Paris breathed heavily from the nose. It darkened a little to imagine the baby at this time still opening his eyes wide. "So Asha's sister is still accompanying Arash who hasn't slept?"

"Yes. Arash will cry if he's not accompanied."

"So brother Arga who sleeps well, nih ...," guess Paris sure.

"No. He's playing with Arash." Paris's allegation of her brother still sleeping turns out to be wrong. ”The baby has still opened his eyes wide since. So Arga tried to invite her to play," Asha explained as she glanced at her husband who was lying next to Arash on the bed. "Someone wants to talk about?” ask Asha understanding. He knows it's not Parisian custom to call at the hour people sleep. If the girl does, it means she needs something.

"Yes." Yeah." Paris resigned. He was no longer acting presumptuous not to be helped. She needs her brother's help.

"OKAY. I'll give the phone to Arga, yeah ..." Hearing her name, Arga looked over. Raise your chin to ask. "Paris ...," whispered Asha not wanting to be heard by the girl. Asha handed the phone in her hand. Arga received the phone. His position is to keep Arash replaced by his wife.

"What's Paris?" ask Arga directly. His body rose from the bed as well as away from Asha and Arash.

"Can't you help me?” Paris' voice was weak and hoarse because of the cry earlier.

"Surely, if you will. I'm waiting for that decision" said Arga who was ready with a request from his sister to solve the problem. "What about Biema? You said you wanted to talk to him first."

"Biema still can't talk about my school. He still handles the problems at the office. It seems a little heavy because he couldn't go home last night" Paris explained trying to stay calm in speaking.

So Biema is still out of the area? arrest Arga after an explanation from his sister. Arga knew his sister was just trying to sound okay. If Biema couldn't go home last night, make sure her sister was crying. So now he's not in good shape.

"So you asked me to solve your problem?"

"alright. Tomorrow stay home as I try to finish it."

"Good Brother. Thank you," said Paris.

Because of the sadness that is so deep, Paris has opened its eyes even though the sky is not too bright. In addition to his eyes, his head still feels dizzy because he continues to cry. His steps were shaken as he headed for the exit. He forced himself to go to the pantry.

Arriving there, his hand touched the teapot above the dispenser, then poured it into a clean glass leaning on a tree-shaped glass shelf with many branches. Gurgled slowly. Until his throat got wet. His head was looking at the window. His hands revealed the curtains covering the window in this pantry. The sun was still ashamed and hiding.

His feet returned to the room with a glass of water. After sipping, the glass is placed on the nightstand. Replaced with a mobile phone that is now in his grasp. His body dropped down to sit on the bed.

He wants to contact his brother. Suddenly his phone vibrated. The waiting tone was still going on when it sounded like another phone was coming in.

"Hello" said Paris with a still hoarse voice.

"Good morning, Paris." There was a sound that made him open his eyes wide. Paris surprised. His hands quickly kept the phone away from his ears. There's a Biema name on the screen.

"For Biem," reply Paris immediately. Apparently Biema was trying to reach him.

"Is your sleep good?" biema asked attentively.

"Slightly," said Paris wanted to be honest, but undo his intentions.

"I can't sleep well here. I thought I'd go home and see you."

"Me too" replied Paris.

"You're okay? Your voice sounds uninspired." It seems Biema realized.

"I'm not excited."

"There's a problem?” ask Biema gently. Paris folded her lips. Trying not to cry.

"Little."

"About what? You can tell." Paris swallowed a moment. Suddenly, his throat was very dry. Since then, he has been drinking water. "Is this about school?" guess Biema made Paris' chest rumble. He was happy and surprised too. Paris clasped his hand.

"Yes. About Biema's school," replied Paris stirring. He wanted to tell Biema right away. "I want to tell you a lot" Paris said hastily. It was as if this time was the only time for her to tell this man.

"Calm yourself. I will listen well" Biema said, making Paris feel peaceful.

"Yes." Yeah." Paris felt that the breathing space inside her lung cavity was no longer as narrow as it had been. There is a relief that sticks out a little.