Companion To Paris
Apartments

A tit! The sound of the door was heard in someone opening from outside. A girl appeared with a sour face. A man who had been in front of the television, looked over.

"You finally showed up after a few hours of disappearing" he said. Not with a high and angry tone, but with a firm tone without the need to raise the intonation of speech. The eyes of Paris highlighted this sharp man. He did not comment anything on his words. Yep. He's Biema.

Paris still wears full school uniform. His shoes and backpack were still perched on his body. He has not changed his uniform with a casual dress.

Maybe because you want to rush into the room, the shoes are getting harder and harder to take off. Paris grumbled, cursing his shoes. Or was berating himself who was trapped in front of the door with the eyes of the man in front there still see it.

After taking it off, he placed the shoe in a shoe drawer. Then he sauntered leisurely and haughtily past Biema who was still looking at him.

"Why did you suddenly run away?" biema asked before the girl managed to open the door of her room. This time the man's body stood up. Paris stopped opening the door. His hand was still holding the door handle. After sighing, Paris twisted her body to face the man.

"I didn't disappear or run away. I'm coming home to my own house" Paris replied, not liking being accused of disappearing. After letting the question float for a few minutes, Paris replied with origin. His tone was stiff and unfriendly.

"Don't we agree that we're going to stay here?"

"No. Not that we agreed. This is all you're planning, not me. You planned it by luring the hearts of my easily deceived parents." Hearing Paris's reply, Biema was silent. "In the first place I had no intention of following this ridiculous plan."

"Even though you deny it, you still cannot change it. We need to stay here. In my apartment." Biema finally showed her dominance.

"That's coercion," sizzled Paris.

"All this has happened. So please discuss with your heart to accept what has been decided." Biema said firmly. Then the man went back to the couch.

"Decisions can be changed if you want to. Change this decision Biema" said Paris, pleading a little. Biema looked at the girl in uniform behind her for a long time.

"No. I don't wanna do it. All these decisions have been made from the beginning." Biema turned her body looking towards the tv. He no longer faced Paris and turned his back on her.

"You don't really make sense!" hiss Paris was upset, furious and angry. Brak! Then enter the room by closing the door hard. Paris doesn't want to be here. Paris, however, opposed this decision. So he often ran away from this apartment and there was no end to it.

"Can't you, close the door the usual way?!" scold Biema with a shout. Because the girl was already in the room.

"Can't! So try to get used to my style like this!" sahut Paris answered Biema's question in the end.

Biema saw the tv by no longer able to focus on what she had been watching since. Breathing began to sound from his lips.

In the room, Paris threw the backpack as he liked. Then slammed his body on the bed in annoyance.

"He was really upset. He is indeed a bitch," grumbled Paris while making irregular movements on the bed. Until making tangles and messy bed linen that has been neatly arranged envelop the mattress made of sponge with high quality.

Even her school uniform became tangled like a washcloth. His body got up and sat with his legs hanging on the edge of the bed.

"How could he agree with your plan. Instead of opposing and rejecting everything, he agreed and acted like everything would happen even if he did nothing. This is all impossible." Paris moved his legs. His hand also squeezed the bed sheet until the mattress pad was pulled no because.

"Did he have no other activities other than to disturb me? Erghh!!" Paris slammed her body again on the bed. Rolling around upset at his mother's decision.

How can she who is young, still a dozen years old already bear the title as a wife?

I don't feel his tears falling. Paris is crying again. He has been angry many times and raised objections to the decision of the mother to marry him to this man. But the mother remained in her stance, namely she had to marry Biema.

His hand brushed the tears. Crying is free too. Nobody's poking him. Even the man she married did nothing to annul the marriage. She was willing to make herself a wife even though she was not very familiar with each other's nature.

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Paris sat on the class bench relaxed while playing games on his bench. Sandra put her books in her bag. The lesson hours ended a few minutes ago.

"Go back again to the campus area yok," take Paris.

"Don't use your driver. Or I told you to go home."

"Can." After finishing tidying the book on the table, Paris stood up. Followed by Sandra, they drop out of class to go home. Arriving at the gate, Sandra waved at her family's car.

"Eh, why not a house driver?" Sandra's amazed.

"Why?" ask Paris who saw Sandra confused.

"That's not like a house driver."

"Who?" ask Paris. Not yet answered Sandra, the car is approaching.  The man behind the wheel looked out while calling out to Sandra.

"The dra! Let's go!" take the man who is none other than Biema. Brother Sandra.

Busyets.

"Emm__ "Sandra did not answer. His eyes glanced towards Paris. While Paris scratched his nape while looking the other way. "Where's bang Adi, brother?" ask Sandra.

"Home on. Again asked to help mom who has an event. Let's go home soon."

"But I have another show, brother."

"Mom bothered, you tried to help. Don't keep playing."

"Em__" Sandra glanced at Paris again.  "Paris ... What about?" sandra asked badly of her friend.

"Yes, go home. He was told to go home. Sana ...," said Paris as she moved her hand to drive Sandra away.

"Follow it. I'll take you home later" Biema offered.

"No thank you. I was picked up, "push Paris down while nodding politely. Sandra widened her eyes for a moment to look at Paris. He's not usually so polite. Maybe Paris was still clumsy at the club that night.

"Are you really invited?" sandra asked in a whisper.

"Oh, I was picked up. Hehehe ..." Paris showed off her teeth. "Hurry up, you are aanggg ... " Half expelling, Paris has Sandra quickly set foot from here. He didn't want to see Sandra's sister for long.

"But you ..." Sandra was doubtful.

"Just calm. I'll be home soon too. Next time we go out. Sana...." Paris half pushed Sandra's body to get into the car immediately.

With a heavy heart Sandra got into the car leaving Paris near the school gate.

"May you survive the destination ..." Paris waved as the car drove away leaving her.

Hhc ... Good thing Sandra's brother left immediately. It's so uncomfortable to see him keep scanning me. Okay, now call Angga to pick up.

"That was the girl at the time, right? Mall owner's daughter?" ask Biema in the car.

"Yes. Do you remember?" sandra asked as she continued to look at the cell phone.

"How could I not remember. He was the one who stirred up that night. Until I had to attend the meeting the next day with a bruised cheek because of him." Biema said it with rage. (Chapter 42 of my servant, Asha)

Sandra's hand stopped pressing the phone. She's speechless. He could not continue this frightening conversation. Dangerous. It is very dangerous because her brother may be angry again because he is friends with Paris.

The car arrived at Sandra's house quickly. Mama greeted her daughter with a smile and at her feet asked for help. Biema has to go back to the office.

While passing through a street, he saw someone who was no stranger. While passing through that path, Biema turned her head and got a figure that was as she expected.

Isn't that Sandra's friend. That girl's.