Companion To Paris

Make peace

"Please calm down. I'll try to explore this matter." The vice principal glanced at Priski. The girl snorted annoyedly.

"Also .. it is better for every educator to be given a good direction so as not to issue bad sentences to his students." Biema flashed a cold eye flash at BP's teacher.

"I'll pay attention."

"Thus ... Paris can get out of this room?" ask Biema.

"Yes, yes ... Paris can return to her class. Thanks for the time." The vice principal saluted. "Antar our guest," the deputy principal ordered the BP teacher. "Then Ms. Aya, you can go back to the teacher's room." Actually there is still something that this woman wants to ask, but the eyes of the vice principal are so piercing. He was forced to retreat and follow what he was told.

"Good, sir."

The vice headmaster's eyeballs stared at Priski sharply. Both of his friends were not involved either. "You two go back to class. While Priski stays here." They both nodded their heads. Then stand up and go. Leaving Priski pursing her lips. "What's this?" ask this man. Priski. "Jawab Priski," his his hiss was angry.

"He found me punishing a schoolgirl."

"Punishment? What penalty?"

"A student found me smoking in a corridor. I threatened him not to spread it to others."

"Stupid! Why did you do it at school, huh?!" The vice principal pushed Priski's head into a swing back. Priski. "Do you know who he is?"

"No. He's just a new kid who came a year ago."

"He's not just a new kid. It seems like he's a family of rich people. The man who came was the director of the famous textile company, Priski. You know what the consequences would be if playing around with a rich guy like him?!" The vice principal was furious.

"Isn't papa rich, too?" priski asked while showing a proud face.

"You're it. If compared to him, papa lost by a landslide." Priski. "Why do you also act by asking for the help of BP teachers? He's stupid too. Just saying everything you asked for without knowing the consequences."

"He's loyal, Pa. Papa's confidant."

"Shut up! Stop getting involved with the kid. What's name?"

"Paris."

"Yes. Don't make trouble with him. If the man really wants to destroy you, woe to you. Papa might not be able to help you either. You're not fighting the kid. He's way above you." His papa's words underestimated him so much. Priski doesn't like it. Yet he could only remain silent while grieving inwardly.

Paris ... I'm not his opponent? Huh!

Meanwhile Sandra, who was waiting for Paris near the BP room anxiously, was wide-eyed when she saw the girl back.

"Dance!" This girl ran to welcome Paris. Sandra hugged her best friend.

"Helps everything. Did I get out of jail?" Paris felt Sandra was overreacting.

"Said the children, if you deal with Priski, you will not survive. She's the vice principal's daughter."

"Oh .. That's what makes him seem so confident by making false accusations." Paris mangosteen.

"Eh, is Brother coming?" sandra asked who saw her brother also appear. He who was focused on Paris because he was very anxious, only realized there was his brother behind the girl.

"There's no way I should have sent you here just because of that problem. Getting you here is more effective than calling mom" Paris said.

"Rubber. Asking Biema for help is the right course of action." Fikar gave Paris a thumbs up. Paris raised both eyebrows in response to the thumb given Biema's subordinate.

"So I'm in need just because of these kinds of things?" biema asked a little annoyed.

"What do you want me to need?" ask Paris for wonder. Sandra and Fikar glanced at Biema.

"That's it. It seems like it's time to go home from school" said Biema who saw many students scattered out of their respective classes.

"Come on. We'll go with Biema's sister home" Sandra asked. Paris nodded.

Sandra chose to sit in front with Fikar. Letting the couple in the back sit together.

"Thank you" said Paris. Biema who looked at her phone turned to the side. Actually she did not expect thanks from this girl, but when Paris said it shyly, Biema was happy.

"Thank you for what?" biema asked intentionally to amplify her voice. The two people in front instantly looked into the rearview mirror above them. Sandra and Fikar were curious about the two people behind.

Paris bought eyes hearing Biema's voice. He meant to say thank you unbeknownst to the two people ahead. But apparently Biema invited to speak loudly this time. Until this man was impolite, speaking loudly. Even though Paris has given a code to speak slowly by lowering his voice.

"Hmm? What are you thanking me for?" reset Biema. With the same volume of sound. Paris' lips twitched in annoyance at hearing that. The two people in front were also getting more and more

"On that one."

"Whatis that? Speak clearly, Paris." Paris was convinced that Biema was playing tricks on him.

"I thank you for coming to school as my guardian. That's a very precarious atmosphere. If you don't come, chances are I'll continue to be cornered as the one who was guilty by them. Once again thank you, Biem ..." Paris deliberately said with a loud volume as well. Even added by bending the body as a sign of respect.

"Smart child ..." Biema stroked Paris' head. Makes this girl thin her lips. Paris moved her head to escape Biema's hand.

Paris gasped as Biema's outstretched hand touched her right cheek. Body stiffens. Especially when Biema's eyeballs like stuck on his lips. Paris was about to shift away from Biema, but couldn't. His body froze.

B-bima is gonna kiss me? ask Paris in your heart. Even talking inside Paris was nervous.

The two people in front were misbehaving. Looking at the atmosphere around Biema, it was likely that the man would kiss Paris. Although timid, these two people were apparently waiting for that moment. Sandra was free to look at from the rearview. While Fikar has to be careful because he is behind the wheel. Sometimes he glanced, then looked back at the road.

Biema still stared fixedly at Paris. This makes the heart of Paris pounding unkillful.

"B-biem?" Finally, after freezing, Paris could make a sound. Even if it's stuck.

"Are you okay?" tanya Biema who immediately melted the tension in the car. "You haven't returned my message." Paris remembers a message coming to her phone, but she hasn't seen it from whom. Turns out this guy.

"sorry. I haven't opened my phone yet. Yep. I'm it's okay. I'm fine." Paris was able to answer smoothly after Biema removed her hand from Paris cheek.

"Other times even if there are no precarious circumstances, you can call me. I'm willing to come even if you just want to meet, not need me" Biema said.

"So I need you. Otherwise, I would have chosen to call Brother Arga instead of you," Paris replied softly as well, looking out the window. Biema heard that. Lips smile. His hands stretched out again to stroke Paris' head. This time without looking. Paris is just letting. Still looking out at the street.