Chasing the Love of Alex
Paris, I Hate Him!

Sonya, Alex and his four men, in and out of branded shops along the Champs Elysees road, which is said to have a very expensive rental price.

And usually socialite beraitong thick will be busy shopping here. How not to be confused, if the price can be thirty to forty percent cheaper than any country, even though the queue parse length they are still willing to enter the queue.

Luckily Kei, his best friend has a husband as good as Sonya's boss, Hardhan, who asks Alex to find the latest bags and fashion output for Kei. No need to bother queuing up like Sonya.

And Alex, the polar Jailangkung was nimbly able to pick him for Kei, only occasionally he asked Sonya about the size of Kei, or this shoe fit or not for Kei, "Son, is this enough size for Miss Kei?" or "Son, is this suit or not to Miss Kei's taste?" that's just the interaction between the two of them.

It did not feel like they had been shopping for three hours, the hands of the four Alexs were already full of groceries.

"You guys go back to Penthouse now, Sonya and I will meet the boss first." Alex orders his men.

"Well sir." they answered simultaneously.

"Where is Boss and Kei now?" ask Sonya.

"Follow me." cried Alex then the road precedes Sonya.

Sonya immediately sneered behind Alex, with a piercing look on Alex's back, and her legs began to step behind him.

The Arc de Triomphe monument, located right in the middle of the twelfth intersection, where Sonya and Kei were photographed again. Sonya continues to follow Alex along the passageway of L'Arc de Triomphe.

This hallway has many street vendors and hawkers who are on average from African immigrants. Their hands are full of souvenirs such as key chains, refrigerator magnets, and other typical French trinkets.

"Let's buy... The price of friends.." they shouted to the passing Asian tourists, who indeed there are many Indonesians here. According to Hardhan, traders here and some other European countries on average understand Indonesian, because it is famous for its shopping soul.

"Syahrini, let's buy... It's cheap... Price friend... Not expensive." exclaimed one of the merchants to Sonya while holding out the keychain in the shape of the Eiffel Tower.

What's?! Since when did I change my name to Syahrini?

The African continued to follow Sonya, holding out key chains and scarves with Eiffel's motives as well.

"It's cheap... Five euros can be ten seeds." exclaimed the other trader.

A seed? Fruit kali bro... Sonya cried in her heart while giggling amusedly.

Sonya glanced at Alex, she seemed not to care about Sonya in the veil of these African traders, the polar Jailangkung still continues to step foot, let alone stop, glancing briefly at Sonya was not.

And strangely enough, none of these African merchants offered their wares to Alex, maybe they knew not to bother Jailangkung, or they were already nauseous to see Alex's sour face first.

"Five euros can be five?" Sonya is bidding.

"Ten euro five.." the merchant insisted.

"Ten euro six.." cried another trader.

"Ten euro seven." continued the other traders again, making Sonya dizzy herself.

Then suddenly the merchant avoided Sonya, looking for other target buyers, to tourists from Thailand, and they offered it also in Thai.

Ah crazy, how many languages can they speak?

"Basic stupid! You have to be careful if they cover you like that!" cetus Alex resolute.

"Father don't care about me, after all, since I've been busy walking alone, right? Even if I disappeared, you wouldn't know. Why do you suddenly care?" ask Sonya ketus.

"Don't call me Father Son, I'm not your father!" alex protest.

Glaring fiercely at Sonya on her tiptoes, bringing her face closer to Alex's, "And don't call me Son, I'm not your son!!" his his hiss, then pushed Alex's body and rushed to leave him.

San... Son... San... Son... As if only the polar Jailangkung called me!!

Who said Paris can make people fall in love, what do you call it? Ah, Paris I'm in love... It is Paris I Hate Him!!

With annoyed steps and a face that grunts Sonya continues to step away from Alex, until he arrives at the intersection and is confused which direction they will cross. Sonya stopped her steps so that Alex rushed ahead of her, because Sonya was lazy if she had to ask Jailangkung.

But after the seconds changed minutes, and Alex had not yet passed it, Sonya immediately turned back upset, and found Jailangkung was standing casually, with his right hand in the right pocket of his trousers, next to her eyebrows rose form a question on her face when Sonya looked at him fiercely.

Damn this Jailangkung!!

"Where's it?" sonya asked impatiently.

With a hunting gaze, Alex approached Sonya, "Eat him if you don't know don't be pretentious!" growled, then hurried to the left of the road.

Sonya was just about to respond to Alex's insults as fiercely as she was, when suddenly a child of about seven tugged at Sonya's mini skirt. The Gypsy boy held out the Eiffel Tower hanger to Sonya.

"Ten euros can be six." he said.

Feeling sorry for this little boy, Sonya then took out her wallet intending to buy it, but not long after a young man took the responsibility of snatching his wallet, and immediately ran away as fast as he could.

"Jambreeettt shit.... Stop over... Stoooopp.." cried Sonya as she chased the snap.

"Yurse!! The pickpocket!! Anyone... Stop him please!! Wooiii stop!!" Sonya kept yelling and chasing the snatch.

The snatch hit the body of someone bigger than him, until his run stopped for a while, before continuing to run again, and Sonya managed to pull the snatch hand. The snatch turned around and immediately pushed Sonya aside until Sonya fell and hit her forehead on the table of one of the street vendors.

A moment later Alex arrived and immediately squatted in front of him, then gripped tightly onto Sonya's shoulders, while shaking her, "Stupid you!! What are you after that snatch for? You want to die?!!" his pedicab.

Alex's heart was felt to be dislodged when he saw Sonya who stupidly chased the snatch, Alex was still reminded of the incident Anindira, who was reported dead when chasing someone who snatched his bag. Even if it's just an alibi to cover up his murder case. Still many cases of accidents here because of chasing the snatch.

"Sir please help chase him sir... My wallet... It was Owen Pak's wallet." asked Sonya while holding his wounded and bloody forehead.

Ignoring Sonya's request, Alex helps her up, and Sonya pushes her, asking her to chase the snatch.

"Shut up!!!" alex shouted in a thunderous voice. The worry he had felt was now turned into anger.

Sonya's eyes widened in shock, maybe she was horrified to see Alex this stew, and Alex didn't care.

Alex grabs Sonya's hand and pulls it violently, forcing Sonya to follow the wide strides of her feet.

Who is he? Dare to ask Alex to chase the snatch just because the wallet was a gift from his ex-girlfriend.