Companion To Paris

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The eyeballs glazed over looking at his father. His sadness is now doubled. Paris could no longer hold back her tears. The purpose and purpose of contacting mother is to complain about her who was dropped out of school. But the goal could not be delivered because it turns out his family was also getting a disaster. After Biema who could not meet because of problems at the branch office, now about her father who turned out to be lying in the hospital. Paris again had to hold back not to tell stories.

The mother approached Paris. His hands rubbed his daughter's arms over and over again. Trying to calm. Paris blinked his eyes to wipe away the tears.

"sorry. Mother didn't tell you, Paris."

"Yes. It's okay, Mother. I already know from Bik Sumi. He's the one who told Paris that dad was sick. Is dad sick bad?” ask Paris while still looking at her father.

"Maybe not. It's just that, since your father rarely gets sick, it's so shocking." Mother touched her daughter's shoulder.

"So you can't go home yet?" This time he turned his head to his mother.

"Yet. It's better that way. Rather than us forcing our way home, but the handling has not been completed. If your father asks you to come home, you will have to do treatment at home." Mother explained. "Sit. You look tired." Mother guided her daughter's body towards the sofa by the window.

Yep. I'm so tired. My burden is increasing. But I cannot reveal. I have to keep it for a while until things calm down.

Paris smiled faintly. Although the voice of the heart assented, but his lips were silent. This girl did not want to add to the burden for her family.

"You can rest first. Let me and my daughter stay here." Mrs Wardah gave her husband's employees time to rest. Since the beginning we have been here without pause.

"Thank you, Madam ..." The middle-aged man was determined to come out. Now only the lady Wardah and Paris. This girl leaned against the body of the sofa. Feeling his back feels comfortable if he is stumped with something.

"How's Biema? What's healthy?" ask mommy to lean in.

"Yes. He's healthy."

"Mothers are glad you're getting along well." Madame Wardah stroking soft hair Paris. "What about your school?" Hearing this question, Paris again remembered his purpose to meet the mother. "Not now you're in the final exam ..." Paris nodded. The desire to tell the story has returned.

”Yes. I'm on my final exam."

"Goodoo. If so, you can graduate soon. Then you'll have another wedding reception for you." His face was a little cheerful as he said the idea.

"There is no need for a reception anymore, Bun," said Paris disagreed. "Simply small reception that time alone."

"really?"

"Yes. Paris doesn't need another reception. We're husband and wife. Then I don't care about the party anymore." Paris quite enjoyed being the man's companion. The small and stealthy party just now, was already a big party for him right now. "Instead, there's something more that Paris wants now."

"What?" ask mother. Paris wet her lips. Trying to suppress discomfort when going to uncover things in the drop out of school. The face of the faithful mother waiting for this girl revealed what she wanted, became a deadly weapon for her who tried to fight for the right to ask for help for her actions. Paris felt depressed by the look on the face of the mother who was always ready to give any help.

"Paris wants a car" Paris replied suddenly. His eyes are twitching. He was surprised when his lips said that word.

"Car? Be able. Later mom will tell dad's assistant to transact. Please note the type and brand of the car," said the mother immediately agreed.

"You want to be independent without having to bother your husband to pick you up ...," teased mother without knowing that Paris grimaced in the heart because that's not what she really wanted to say. This girl could not bear to protest about her marriage and Biema who was revealed at school. "It's a shame that my mother disagreed. If you are married, you cannot go anywhere without your husband. Unless the husband allows. So the request to buy a car does not grant." Mother flicked the tip of her daughter's nose. Paris forced a smile.

Although the mother tried to talk by slipping a joking tone there, but Paris knew she must still be shaken by the health of the father who suddenly deteriorated.

"So yes ..”

"Your request must be something important. So you can consider, dear ... " Paris squeezed his hand.

"There are more important things that Paris needs to say" said the girl still trying to break through the discomfort of talking about her own problems.

"It matters? What is it?” ask mom to look surprised.

"That is ..." The sound of the door opening from outside was heard. Madame Wardah's head turned towards the door. A doctor came in with the nurse.

"Good afternoon, Madam. I will do an examination on Mr. Hendarto," he said kindly. Mrs Wardah stood up and smiled.

"Please." His feet came a little closer to see. Anxiety suddenly enveloped his heart. The important talks that Paris is going to say are ignored. This girl sighed. The tension felt when I was about to say everything, decayed instantly. Paris failed. But he was finally relieved when he saw the look on the anxious face of the woman who gave birth to him. Relieved because his lips could still be silenced. Because you will be more anxious if he says everything.

Paris stood up and saw the father being examined by the doctor. Slowly Paris moved away from her mother's side, focusing on her husband. The girl walked out of the room without making a sound. When he opened the door, he tried not to hear the sound.

Asha turned her head when she saw her sister-in-law coming out of the room. This woman is approaching. Baby Arash is sleeping. This baby is often fussy if sleepy. But when it is asleep, the baby will be very slumbering and do not pay attention to any sound.

"Sorry not to tell you. Mother said, there is no need to tell you because my father will be healed soon. Besides you are testing," Asha immediately gave a reason why she also kept her mouth shut about the sick father-in-law.

"It's okay. I get it." Paris sat on a bench near a small garden outside the treatment room door. Asha followed and sat down on the empty chair.

"No need to worry. I will definitely get well soon. He's a strong man." Asha cheers. As he looked at her, Paris's face looked so troubled.

"I know." Paris chimed in the spirit given by sister-in-law. "Where's Arga? I haven't seen you around my dad's room since." The head of Paris looked to the right and to the left.

"Arga was here. Then he went back to the office."

"Oh ... " Paris stopped his words immediately. It was as if this disappointed girl could not meet her brother.

"What's up?” search Asha. Paris who was looking around immediately turned to look towards Asha quickly.

"Just want to meet," replied Paris casually. Asha watched this girl. He doesn't believe what Paris says. Asha stood up for a moment as Arash wriggled. Take it gently, so that the baby goes back to sleep.