Companion To Paris

A day of calm for Paris

"Actually ...."

Doc! Doc! There was a loud knock on the door from Biema's phone.

"I have ...."

Doc! Doc! The door was heard again. As if forcing Paris to stop her sentence.

"It looks like someone is looking for you" said Paris, stopping his line. The focus is split with the pounding on the door. Followed by the voice of Fikar who half shouted there.

"Biem, wake!" shouted Fikar. Paris's eyebrows fused hearing that.

"Fikar is looking for you" Paris added.

"Yes." Yeah." Biema answered him in a doldrums. "Just in Paris" Biema said. Prevent Paris from continuing its story. "Don't close, we'll talk again after I kick people out behind the door,” Biema said.

"Heem."

From the phone connection that was not turned off, Paris could hear Biema opening the door. "What's up?” Also the discussion between Biema and Fikar.

"There's something important at the police station. They found the man who sabotaged the fabric-making machine. We have to get there as soon as possible." Fikar's voice sounded.

"This morning?" tanya Biema objected. Although he heard that this was important, but he seemed reluctant. Biema still wants to have a casual talk with his wife.

"Yes," said Fikar sure. Biema glanced at her phone. "Have the police called you?" tanya Fikar feels Biema has been told about this. He took a glance at the cellphone held by Biema.

"No. Good. I'll get ready.” The door was shut again. "Paris, are you still there?”

"Yes, Biem," said Paris heavily.

"sorry. I let you down again. I have to go."

"I know."

"I'll call you when I'm done. I-i promise. I'll listen to all your stories." Biema became unsettled.

"Yes. Just solve the office problem until it's done. I can tell you when you get home."

"I'm closed, yeah. I love you Paris."

"I love you too, Biem ..," said Paris. A beautiful sentence at the end of their conversation makes Paris more and more want to meet soon. The tip of his eyes was already watering. But the back of his hand immediately wiped it.

Again. The chance of him talking to Biema was lost instantly. He knew Biema's situation didn't allow him to tell stories. The situation there is precarious as well. "It's okay Paris. Arga's sister was able to finish it. Everything will calm down. Just pray Biema can immediately solve her own problems quickly. You don't have to be sad. No need." Paris crammed the words of encouragement for herself. Even so, the tip of his eyes was watering again.

When the clock runs until the sun looks warmer, Paris remembers about the driver of Biema's mother's house who will pick her up. To avoid Sandra's appearance in her apartment, Paris immediately sent a message to her sister-in-law.

"Sorry, Sandra. You don't have to pick me up at the apartment. I'm leaving between Arga's brothers. You just go to school."

Click! Message sent.

The sunlight started to rise. The clock on the wall shows eleven o'clock. The phone rings repeatedly. There was someone who tried to contact Paris with excitement. This girl who was sleeping on the sofa, wriggled. He woke up after ringing his cell phone a number of times.

His hand moved grabbing the phone on the table. But not achieved. He got up from sleep and grabbed the phone limply. Stop the ring by pressing the receive button, without knowing who called him.

"Hello."

"Fameyisss!! How many times have I called but you didn't answer?" A deafening sound was heard there. Sandra instantly gushed Paris without a stale ado. Paris kept her phone away from her ear. That's pretty noisy.

"What's wrong?" ask Paris after the voice no longer speaks.

"What the hell is it, anyway. Why do you sound so calm? Even though at school all had been excited by the news about you." Sandra nodded when she said it. Paris knew this must be about her getting kicked out of school. "Are you really out of school?"

"Yes" answered Paris briefly.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a problem?" sandra sounded sad and disappointed.

"That's how." Paris refused to answer.

"So .. You know?" ask Paris in surprise.

"of course. Even all the kids at school. All of a sudden it's about your married status."

So they all know about it? I think they just know I got kicked out of school without knowing the cause. Let it. I am already married.

"Where do they know about it? Isn't your wedding party public?" ask Sandra again.

"I don't understand."

"Or not Priski? You got kicked out of school because of that girl again?" Sandra was excited and panicked.

"Maybe. Everything can happen." Paris fixed her seat.

"Why don't mom and dad know about this?" ask Sandra. Paris silence. Not answering. "wait. Don't tell me Biema doesn't know about this either?" sandra sounded annoyed. Paris is silent. "Parisss ...," said Sandra.

"Yes. Biema still doesn't know."

"What's? How are you, anyway?!" Sandra was so excited to hear it. "How could Biema not know about this. You're a Parisian prank."

"I can't tell you because he's in trouble, too, San." Paris defended itself.

"What problem?" ask Sandra who is confused. He forgot that Paris said it yesterday.

"His company branch office is having problems. It's not like I told you Biema couldn't pick up because there was a problem yesterday."

"Oh, that. I think it's done. Because there is no news next. Is the problem serious?"

"Yes. It looks like a fabric-making machine sabotage thing. I don't know for sure. He is also trying to solve the problem. So I don't want her burden to increase." Sandra reduced her speech. "Did your family not know about this?" search Paris.

"I don't know. I never talked about work. So sister is also in a disaster ...," said Sandra memelan.

"Yes. I think it's better to be quiet than he is to force himself to jump into my problems."

"Your problems are also important to Paris. It's not a trivial thing."

"I knew. I've asked Arga for help. He'll finish it before Biema gets home."

"Aren't you in the apartment?" sandra was surprised.

"Yes. He's been working on a problem at the branch office until he stays."

"So you were alone last night?"

"so. Biema couldn't go home last night." Sandra's down there. She did not know that this girl was holding back from sharing her story for fear that others would be worried. But if this is the case, Sandra is even more worried. "San .. are you still there?"

"Yes, Paris. I'll be at the apartment soon. I want to see how you are."

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

"Even if you say so, I'll still be there after the exam."

"alright. I'm not going anywhere." Paris relented.

"Would I bring you something later?"

"What?"

"What aja. Once a bread filled with sausage with cheese overflow your favorite. Or chocolate pudding. Or those smelling brownies that are booming. Whatever," force Sandra.

"Bring up everything you mentioned, as well as fruits."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. I want my quiet day to be really take advantage of."