
Two days passed since the incident ‘ accident ‘ Queen that time. Paris came to school a little in a hurry. The eccentric girl woke up late. The effect is coming months so he does not run dawn prayers.
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Paris hit the back of a man walking down the school corridor while chatting with his friend.
“ Anj*rit ! “ words of pearl just come out of the mouth of Paris. “ Who put the grinding board here anyway? “ exclaims Paris upset while rubbing his nose also jidatnya. His nose feels a little bit sore.
“ My pointed nose can be flat like the nose of Jenny nih. “ grunts back. Jenny is Paris' favorite Persian cat at home.
“ Relax, your nose is sharp. “ the heavy voice of a man is heard from the front of Paris.
“ Cook anyway? “ said Paris. “ Which glass is glass? “ he said then while looking to the side to the window lined up next to him. He looked up at her nose while stroking her.
“ Still the same. Alhamdulillahot. If my nose reaches the same as Jenny's, mother can be angry. The part of my body that makes you proud is just my sharp nose that is like Daddy's nose. “ he said again.
“ Whole right? “ ask the man again.
“ Who the hell was it that put a board carelessly in the middle of the road? “ said Paris while looking to the right and to the left without seeing the man who had earlier spoken to him.
“ That's me. Man, not board. “ said the man.
After that, Paris raised her face to look at the man.
“ New kid? “ murmured Paris with a heart that suddenly felt frenzied. Even he forgot to blink. His blue eyes collided with Agam's pitch-black eyes.
“ I have a name. And if it was yesterday when I introduced myself in front of your class, you didn't hear, okay, we could get acquainted again. Personally. “ Agam said in a light tone but with his baritone voice. He raised his right hand in front of Paris.
But Paris is still dumb. He could not respond to Agam's words. Because he was still busy looking at Agam's pitch-black eyes that suddenly made his heart faint.
Agam frowned a little to see Paris which still remained dumbstruck. “ Hi. Hello.” he said as he waved his hand in front of Paris's face. And only then did Paris wake up. He blinked his eyes repeatedly intensely. He was also a little nervous.
“ E hem. “ Paris cleared her throat to relieve her nervousness.
While Agam smiled thinly while extending back his right hand.
“ Want to do? “ ask Paris b3g0 while staring at Agam's outstretched hand.
“ Same acquaintance as you. You will always call me ‘ new children ‘. So in my opinion, you don't know my name yet. “ replied Agam in his light tone.
“ Oh. “ sahut Paris. But he has not yet welcomed Agam's hand. He just looked at the hand while scratching his head which was not itchy.
And Agam must shake his outstretched hand and Paris will accept his helping hand. Paris was again glued as her hand touched Agam's burly but tender hand. It still does not flinch. He still stared at his stiff hands.
“ My name is Agam Ammar Permana. Just call me Agam. “ said Agam introduce himself.
“ Oh, yes. “ sahut Paris with misguided attitude. He was about to take his hand off, but it seemed that Agam did not let him. The man even tightened his grip. Make Paris have to look back at those pitch-black eyes. And back, their eyes were fixed on each other.
“ Tell me your name first, just released. “ said Agam disperse their intense gaze. It seems, Agam is also not strong if you have to look at your eyes for a long time with clear blue eye color.
“ Lo must have known me. No need to mention it again. “ elak Paris while throwing his eyes to the side.
Agam raised both of his eyebrows while looking at the face of the blesteran in front of him. One word that can Agam conclude, ‘ beautiful ‘.
“ I do not know your name. “ said Agam while shaking his head.
“ Paris. My name is Paris. “ answered Paris briefly while trying to pull his hand which is still in the hands of Agam.
“ Only Paris? “
“ That's enough to let you know. “
Agam. “ Name your full name. “ pinta Agam.
Paris looked at him for a moment in annoyance. He even threw his breath away rough. He was still trying to pull his hand. But again, Agam even further tightened his grip. Supposedly, and usually if Paris is already in this kind of upset mode, then the soul of its bar-bar will come out. He could curse with his favorite words of pearl, or even curl, kick, and punch.
But this time, in the presence of this cool guy, Paris is like a dead of style. He seemed unable to move his hand to curl and punch. He also cannot use his legs to kick. Even his mouth felt faint to just lightly curse. Whereas usually, if only that much power of the person who holds his hand, Paris will be able to easily escape. But this time, he seemed reluctant to let go. Is it possible that the charm of an Agam Ammar Permana can undermine the nature and attitude of a Parisian bar?
“ Paris Adorabella Ernest. “ says Paris is cold without wanting to see the interlocutor.
“ if you are talking to someone, you should see the interlocutor. “ said Agam.
Paris glanced cynically at Agam while clucking. But unabashed, he looked towards Agam.
“ I told you whose name I was. In full. Now release my hand. “ pinta Paris with sarcastic tone.
Agam smile. “ Nice to meet you, miss Ernest. “ said Agam while removing his hand in Paris hands.
“ I said my name is Paris. Ernest is my granpa name. “ said Paris circus while walking leaving Agam who was still smiling staring at his back.
“ Don't be a girl. Engar guys on fear. “ chanted Agam while chuckling.
“ Bodo! “ Paris replied while looking back for a moment.
Agam increasingly chuckled at the behavior of Paris which he thought was adorable. He doesn't know how the other Parisians behave. Somehow his opinion and his assessment yetrhad against Paris if he had really seen the attitude and nature of Paris as a whole.
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