
Sidney managed to get out of the bathroom safely. Luckily there was a jacket that he could tie around his waist and cover the stains on the surface of his skirt.
"Where are you from? I'm waiting for you too" scot told me when he saw Sidney coming in front of the classroom door.
"From the toilet" he answered briefly. His stomach hurts so much, always so if the menstruation in the heart first.
Scot notices Sidney's appearance wearing a jacket he recognizes as Parisian, gets a little hurt in the heart and then smiles, perhaps by blessing their relationship, the way Scot loves Sidney.
The sound of the music of Cannon D, is a new spirit during the day, because the sign of independence is achieved. The subjects were over, and a furore ensued in the classroom. The children excitedly put their stuff in the bag and even prepared to run, just waiting for the teacher to come out.
"Well, go home" said Sidney who looked limp.
"Lo ride ajek yes. I want to send Gladys to the bookstore," said Scot look relaxed put his books.
"Oh, yeah. I'll see you at home." There was a sad tone in Sidney's heart, because her best friend was more concerned with Gladys than she was, but not to blame, Gladys was Scot's girlfriend, must have had a special place in the man's heart.
Without guilt, Scot sauntered into the parking lot, passing Sidney in Gladys' hand. "We go first, Sid," said Scot patting Sidney on the back. The girl could only nod with a wry smile.
He's alone again. Don't have anybody. All this time he was so pampered, never lacked affection in the Royal family, now that it is like this, do not be lovers, even friends away.
Sidney kept going, wanting to cry but being held back. "Lo must be strong, Sid," his great-grandson encouraged him.
Gladys looked at Scot's face as the man opened the door for him. "Why don't we take Sidney home with us? Pity beb," said Gladys, feeling guilty for Sidney.
"Biarin. His prince was waiting in the parking lot of building B," said Scot to smile. Almost the charade failed in front of Sidney when he saw the face of the girl who was almost crying. Wanted to hug Sidney and apologized for working on her.
Before returning home, Scot had sent a message to Paris. He said he wanted to give them a chance together. "Bang, I went home first with Gladys. I'll take Sidney, take care of her and never cry. If he is sad because you are on your relationship journey later, I will make the same calculation lo!"
After sending it, Scot's heart felt light. Loving Sidney, protecting the girl doesn't have to curb and break her feelings.
"Gue blessing you and my brother, Sid," Scot murmured before leaving the school parking lot.
***
As hard as Sidney held back from shedding her tears, the crystal fell again. Walking down until unconsciously his step was blocked by someone.
Sidney lifted her face. Paris stood there, in front of her, staring at her tear-soaked face. "Based on a stupid girl, why are you crying?" said Paris gently, wiping away the tears on Sidney's cheek.
She should be ashamed of being caught crying like a child, but somehow her heart says Paris is a safe place to cry. Her sharp eyes actually felt to protect her so as to make Sidney's feelings fragile and her cries broke.
"Huaaaaa.. huaaaa..."
Paris pulled the girl's hand towards the parking lot that was beginning to seem deserted. Right next to his bike, Paris lifted Sidney's body and sat in his motorcycle seat.
Sidney snorted, holding back her cries. Retractable tip of Paris shirt, grasped as tightly as possible. When his mother died, Sidney did the same. Paris by her side accompanied as she roared unacceptably over her mother's departure.
"Mama, come back Ma, who will accompany me?" he shouted at that time. Paris who didn't know what to say, just stayed beside Sidney. "I will always be there to accompany you" said Paris at the time.
Sidney glanced, then took the tip of her shirt and held it tightly. Sidney will do just that when she truly feels abandoned.
Sidney was still crying, though not so hard. Paris eroded their distance, and pulled Sidney's neck so that the girl could rest on her shoulders.
Some students passed by and looked towards them. "What's? Go there!"
The five students immediately left, running small so as not to get a tantrum from Paris.
Sidney is calm. Paris's shirt knots have also been removed. "We're home, huh?"
Sidney just nodded. Yeah, he needs a break. His head hurts so much.
Soon, Paris put a helmet on Sidney and started the bike. Paris felt a sense of awkwardness between them, but he was unwilling to let their troubles dissolve any more.
Slowly but surely the man pulled Sidney's hand around his waist. "I will always be there for you. I get it, Scot is very important to you, but over time, there's such a thing as a choice of heart. We cannot choose who we fall in love with. I love you, so do you."
Paris was silent for a moment. He felt Sidney's hand grip tighten. Doubtful to embrace her.
"Slowly, I'm sure Scot can accept our relationship. I hope you and I have the courage to fight for our feelings. But if you really doubt your feelings for me, I will try to understand them and accept them, though sincere will be very difficult."
Along with the wind that afternoon, Sidney absorbed all of Paris' speech. She loves Paris very much, but she also doesn't want to hurt Scot's feelings.
But about fighting for feelings, and daring to admit those feelings, Sidney seemed to gain new courage. He leaned closer and was able to embrace Paris.
"Take me wherever you go, love. Don't leave me, the weak helpless. Be strong for the love I feel, "the mind is more on itself.
Sidney goes down first, unlocks the helmet and hands it to Paris. He did not immediately turn around, trying to organize his heart before saying his heart.
"Your love makes me strong. Your hands make me feel meaningful. Thank you." Thank you." Cup... Sidney kissed the man's cheek and hurriedly entered his house.
From behind the curtains of his house Oma and Raya compactly peeked. When they heard the sound of the Paris motorbike, the two were busy talking while enjoying the afternoon air in the front yard. Hurriedly Oma invited Raya in and hid in the long curtains that were on the window inside the house.
Paris was still dumbfounded, staring at Sidney's distant back. Once inside the house Paris just returned to his home.
"Falling in love. it's like a million..." Spontaneous Nani and Raya singing seduces Paris right into the house.