The Passion of the Actor
Season 2 Chapter 15

The fruit does not fall far from the tree. An old proverb that is evident in the Royal family. No one feared Paris, even if it was her father. But he had great respect for the man, and made Elrick a role model, seeing for himself how the man looked after the family and loved their mother so much.

Only a great man can take care of and love his wife wholeheartedly, putting the interests of the family above all affairs. So, Paris is not afraid of being called to face her father, she is just not happy if it makes her father feel disappointed in her because of her hobby that likes to fight.

Tok... Geck...

"Get in...!"

Paris walked over, approached her father, and sat down in the chair before Elrick.

"You fight again? after all our agreements?"

Right Paris's guess, there's disappointment in Elrick's face. Honestly compared to Scot, Elrick really hopes a lot in Paris, which will be able to maintain the integrity of the family and also the family company. Not that Elrick did not believe that Scot was also capable, but his second son did not have the heart to execute the opponent, too soft-hearted like Raya.

"Sorry, Pa. Forced."

"Explain to papa, what's the reason you fought this time?" Elrick leaned his back against the back of his chair.

For a moment Paris was silent. What should he answer? There were only two people he never had and would not lie to, his mother and father. But to be honest right now, he also had no courage. What if his father finds out that Paris is fighting for Sidney? His father would have guessed he liked the girl.

"Papa's answer, Paris."

"There's someone who's trying to annoy Sidney, and I hit that guy..."

Elrick put on a smile, trying not to show Paris. He didn't want Paris to know that he already knew the relationship between the two of them.

"Good then. We as men must guard the honor of the girl we love."

"Huh? Mean Papa?"

"Yes, Sidney we already consider family, and we all love her, so it's only natural that you protect her. Never mind, this time papa maklumi, but next time papa don't want to hear you fight again. Remember, Ris. You're in third grade, you're going to college soon. Don't forget your dream of going to college at your favorite college."

Paris just nodded, then went out.

"Where, Bang? You're not scolded by papa, are you? Your motorbike key wasn't taken, was it?" Scot asked who was waiting at his father's office door. Anyway, he feels like this is all his fault. If his father scolded or punished his brother, then he would defend by saying that he also participated in the fight.

"One more time your bacot is not filtered, I'm beating you!"

"But, I can sewot. Betewe, why did Sidney come home?" Scot unwittingly entered the Paris room.

"Ma-na I know." Paris tried to answer without nervousness, but it did not work.

"Well, why does he suddenly want to sleep in his house, Bang?"

"Gue said I don't know. Now you get out of my room!"

As soon as the door was closed by Scot, Paris immediately contacted Sidney. Initially on the phone, but because there was no answer, Paris sent a message, but after waiting 10 minutes, still no response.

"Where is this kid? Don't tell me it's still a mess this holiday," said Paris impatiently, trying to dial back Sidney's number. He wants to take Sidney on the road for their first date.

"Hello..." There was a soft voice that always made Paris pound every time he heard the girl's voice, long ago, even when making a commotion on the balcony of their room.

"Where the hell is it? How long did you really pick up the phone? If you didn't lift it too, I nyebrang nyamperin lo."

"Sorry, that's the same story. Last night papa came home, and we had lunch together and kept chatting."

"Gue's jealous, here. It's papa lo come, I'm forgotten."

"So, what the fuck, anyway! It's not clear, ah."

Silent. No more voices heard from across the street. Paris thought she had broken contact. The look at the screen of his phone ensures that the call is still not disconnected.

"Hello? Sid? Hahoooo....!"

"Yes, I heard."

"Gosh, why do I keep silent?"

No answer from there. As Sidney was not silent, he did not know what to answer. She's confused. So excited to be invited to the road, Sidney was at a loss for words and even wanted to jump happily, but Scot's face appeared and fear and worry approached him.

"Where? We're going, yuk? I want to meet you."

A red clove appeared on Sidney's cheek, fortunately not to be seen by Paris, otherwise she must be very embarrassed.

"Well, where did we meet?

"Where's discovery? I'm taking you to your house now."

"Eh, no. What if Scot sees? We meet at the intersection. In Indo*maret beside the archway."

"Why backstreet?"

"Please ngertiin dong. I told you, give me some time until I can talk to Scot."

Paris feels hurt, her pride is hurt because Sidney prefers to keep Scot's feelings from her, who is now her boyfriend.

"Please..." Sidney persuades Paris.

"Hun, I'm moving now!"

Paris has cut off phone calls unilaterally. Pull up his jeans jacket and rush down.

"Bang, where are you going? We're the same Om Dipa wants to play basketball, you're coming?"

"No."

"Lo want to go? where to?"

"It's none of your business. Big bro, I unplug first," he said, raising his hands in the air, a sign of goodbye to Dipa who was sitting back and playing with her cell phone.

"Remember wearing a sarong, Ris. Many taste options in the pharmacy," said Dipa winked, making Paris put on an amused face. Both people are united in thinking.

"Om, if that's what I call Sidney now. We're all three."

"Well, what about Sidney?" Spontaneous Paris stopped his steps.

"Well, why? dong people like. I want to invite him to play basketball with us," he said he wanted to step up.

Paris was silent for a moment, thinking hard and then hurriedly restrained Scot's body. "Lo don't bother him, if Sandi doesn't want to be disturbed by family time with Sidney."

Scot finally abandoned his intentions. I feel like Paris has a point. After a few days, Sandi had time with Sidney. He knew his best friend missed his father's presence even though he didn't say it directly.

Feeling victorious, Paris immediately left, darting away quickly. The one who understood now could only smile. "It is fitting that Romeo often smiles unclear, apparently Juliet has met, even the distance is only five steps."

"What does Om mean?" Scot asked who didn't understand.

"Little children should not know the affairs of adults," said Dipa laughingly looking at the face of Scot who did not accept considered a child.