Companion To Paris

Someone is coming

Of course it was very natural for Biema to be angry about this. His wife was badly stamped by them without showing any evidence. Only by talking they are sure of the truth. Biema raised her chin giving Fikar the code. Head Fikar nodded small.

"I understand that this decision was made because it was purely related to school matters, but I doubt it. Is that true? Do you not involve any personal interest in dealing with my boss' wife's problems?" ask Fikar.

"Personal issues? What are you talking about ..." The vice school head's smile looked awkward. Then the smile turned dismissive. The person behind him also gave a mocking smile. "You are so overrated. For the size of this child .. there is no interest whatsoever that can be attributed."

"Even that with your daughter?" tanya Fikar was getting pressurized. Paris immediately turned to Fikar quickly while frowning to hear Fikar discuss about the daughter of the vice principal, Priski. Surprised that they both thought this had something to do with the girl.

Paris looked towards Biema and Fikar one by one. While Biema was still calm on the sofa while paying attention to Fikar.

"My daughter?" the vice school principal was surprised. BP teachers were also surprised by the conversation involving Priski. The two of them didn't expect any talk of Priski's daughter. "What is this about?!" The vice school principal was disturbed. "You don't be reckless! Don't divert the conversation. We're talking about this schoolgirl breaking the rules, but you're actually involving my daughter. What the fuck?!" This old man started to bleed.

"Maybe we did talk outside the context of the initial conversation, but we have to discuss that also to get clarity" Fikar added.

"What justice do you mean? This matter was purely due to the fault of a student. It's your wife's fault, sir! You guys are being disrespectful!" hardik vice school head growled. BP teachers also reacted similarly. They may know what Fikar means, but they must avoid it.

His fairly loud voice made the people in the teacher room located at the side, turn their heads in unison. Looked next to their room. Slowly they walked to the door. They want to know what the hell is going on.

"Your daughter is in trouble. We have plenty of evidence about your daughter leading to violations of people's privacy rights" Fikar said.

"You both boasted. What privacy rights violation?! This kid is breaking the school rules. His problem. Not even talking about my daughter!" The vice school principal pointed at Paris angrily. This man does not accept.

The ribs outside the room are getting louder. There were footsteps there too. The closer they got to the room where they were gathered.

"If you're so sure that your daughter is clean, you can call your daughter right now" Fikar said.

"No. I don't need to call my daughter. He has nothing to do with this kid. Now that's wrong it's you and him." Now the deputy principal appoints Biema and Paris. "You were married when this kid was in school. That's the wrong one. It has nothing to do with my daughter. It's been. Our conversation stops here. The school decision is clear. Students and students should not marry while they are students. So the student named ... "

"Paris Hendarto, sir," BP's teacher told Reuters.

"Yes. Paris Hendarto has been expelled from school on the grounds that he has violated the rules. That way you can't take the school exam. No more talk about this decision. It's already finished. Because the principal is ill, so authority falls on me. So I say again that this decision has been made" said the vice principal.

Papa Priski's face turned sour. This man was very surprised by the appearance of the headmaster.

"Father of the principal" exclaimed the BP teacher in surprise. He was confused between wanting to get closer to him, but also had to remain beside the position of vice principal. Fikar stood up and bowed to pay his respects as the headmaster turned his head towards him. Biema stands with Paris. Nodding for a moment saluted. Because he still feels like a student of this school.

The headmaster's steps approached towards the sofa where the five of them had gathered earlier. Two men in the clothes of a teacher. Two others were also dressed freely. Papa Priski immediately stood up before the headmaster's final move until right nearby.

"Sorry I didn't pick you up. I don't know that you've recovered," the vice principal respectfully said and looked for an excuse. The headmaster's lips smiled hearing that.

"I don't need to be picked up. If I recover, I can come here myself" said the principal. When he was about to sit down, BP teachers and vice principals looked for a way to approach, by trying to help the body of the principal who looked still weak. "I have helped. So no need to help. Just sit down like that" the headmaster refused. He chose to help with those who had been with him since he first arrived. Their hands were both floating in the air. Their search for sympathy was rejected.

Fikar sat back down. The atmosphere on the sofa is getting crowded. If it had only been five, but now it was about ten people.

"Sorry, I show up now" the principal told Biema.

"It's okay. I know your condition. It should be me who apologized for making you have to be present at this time. I'm sorry" Biema said, welcoming the principal's apology with an apology.

The eyeballs of Paris are shifted to the right and left. He repeatedly opened his eyes. Biema and the headmaster's interaction looks warm and familiar. Fikar was also seen smiling while nodding his head slowly when he heard Biema apologize.

What the fuck? The foreign interaction I just saw. Since when did the two of them know the principal?

Paris was still watching them in astonishment. This was the first time the two of them had met the headmaster. But in sight, they seem to know each other.

Meanwhile the vice school principal and BP's teacher looked uneasy. Something made them worry. The school principal's appearance is good news. That means he is healthy from illness. But their faces were both grimly unhappy. They seem more depressed.

"For what you're talking about, I've heard it all." Although it was surprising that the headmaster had understood the matter they were talking about, when he only heard a few sentences, this Papa Priski just nodded. "If so ... I can talk about this student the vice principal?" ask him for permission.

"of course. You have authority over it" said the vice principal agreed, but a moment later growled inwardly. I am sorry for the appearance of that man now. But one more step after the conversation. He can escape from the students who upset his daughter.