Companion To Paris
Arrive at the apartment

Finally they arrived at the parking lot of the apartment. The car stops right in front of the entrance to the building. But Fikar did not feel any movement behind. None of the people behind took the initiative to get down. Fikar looked up to peek briefly into the back seat, through the small glass above it.

Seen in the back there Biema still hugged the girl while staring straight at the window beside Paris. The girl's cry may have ended because there was no longer a soft voice. But the girl did not seem to want to show her face.

Fikar took his hand off the wheel, then opened the door and opted out of the car. He waited for things to become normal by sitting in a large flower pot made of concrete.

"Paris ...," call Biema soft. "We've arrived in front of the apartment building." Biema whispered the sentence near Paris' ear. There was no response from the girl. "Do you want to go in or are we going around again?" fresh Biema.

Although his body actually felt very tired, but if it made Paris calm again, he was willing. Biema is determined to get Fikar home while he drives his own car. He did not want Fikar to join his mission to take Paris around because he knew the man was exhausted as well.

The head of Paris shook without a sound. Refusing to accept Biema's idea. "All right then." Slowly the body of Paris was estranged from Biema's.

"Take me off. I'm fine already" said Paris hoarsely. Biema loosened her embrace.

"Aren't you crying?" tanya Biema was worried. The head of Paris nodded.

"I'm fine already" replied Paris confidently. Biema let go of her embrace. Then tidied up the Parisian haircut that covered the face. "I'm crying again" complained Paris.

"No problem." Biema still keeps tidying up Parisian hair.

"I'm being fragile. If it's near you, I'd like to lean on it."

"I exist for that."

"Feeling winning because it made me feel comfortable, huh?" fashion Paris. Because it was in the sense that Paris was neat, Biema removed her hand from the girl's face. Then looked at the face of the girl who captivated his heart fixedly.

"Yes. I am a winner. The only person who managed to win the heart of Paris who captivated my heart."

"It turns out you can be tombal too," grunted Paris mockingly.

"I'm not seducing or seducing a girl. I'm expressing my heart" Biema denied. Paris chuckles. She's happy. The mockery was only to cover his flowering heart.

"I've made Fikar get out of here" said Paris, who found Fikar outside the car.

"He shouldn't be around when we're together" Biema said firmly. Paris smiled amusedly.

"so yeah. We better get out." Paris got out of the car. Biema followed opening the door and exiting the door on the other side.

"Are you going inside?" ask Fikar who stood up as soon as he saw Paris emerge from the car.

"Yes" answered Paris.

"I'll bring Biema's stuff inside." Fikar walked into the trunk. Then take Biema's bag that's in there.

"Thank you for that one" continued Paris.

"You've helped solve problems at school."

"Oh that ..." Fikar smiled seeing Paris wholeheartedly thanking him.

"No need to thank him. Everything he did was not purely his own initiative. That's all he did because he was my subordinate." Biema instantly faded Fikar's smile as she approached towards him. Fikar's lips thinned hearing Biema cut through the familiar atmosphere just now.

Biema asked for a bag that was on Fikar's hand. Seeing this without hesitation Fikar handed the slightly large bag to Biema. "Go home and rest immediately," Biema ordered to her subordinates. Then look at the girl in front. "Come Paris. We go inside." The man gently pulled his wife's hand to immediately enter the building.

"Yes. Thank you for letting me rest" Fikar said.

They arrived at the apartment door. Paris opens the door for Biema, but Biema prevents her. He advanced first. They go in turns. Being so tired, Biema immediately dropped her body on the sofa. Paris followed. This man rests his back on the body of the sofa. "I'll make you some juice. You rest there." Despite having just cried, Paris should be ready to serve the tired Biema. The girl deftly headed for the pantry and made Biema the juice.

From Biema's seat, she could see that back. Remembering again the hardness of the heart of the girl to hide the problems that occurred earlier.

"Maybe he's holding all that up by himself" Biema softly shook her head. Biema got up from the sofa while dragging her big bag. His legs were forced to follow his body even if he did not want to. Arriving in the room, Biema put the bag just like that and immediately poured into the bed.

Before long Paris approached the sofa while carrying avocado juice in his hand. But he did not find the man there. The head of Paris drowned and found Biema's room door open. His feet approached with a glass of juice fixed in his hand.

His head was stuck forward. It turned out that the man was lying on his bed. Paris went inside slowly. Biema who sat down while closed opened her eyes immediately when she sensed the presence of this girl nearby.

"Paris ...," Biema said weakly.

"You must be sleepy from exhaustion. After this drink rest again" said Paris, handing him a glass of juice. Biema straightened her back that had been limp because she almost fell asleep.

"Thank you." Biema received the juice. This girl chose to sit on the bedside accompanying Biema to drink.

"Do you need anything?" There was no answer as the man was still gulping down his avocado juice.

"No." After the edge of the glass moved away from her lips, Biema could only answer.

"You hungry? I'll order food."

"No. I'm not hungry." Biema put the glass on the table.

"Do you want a snack?" Paris is still trying to offer something.

"No Paris. I don't need to eat. I just need you here." Biema grabbed Paris' hand until the girl slammed into her chest. A moment later, Biema brought the body to lie on the bed. A breath choked out from Paris' lips in shock.

"Biema ..." hiss Paris.

"I just need you next to me." Biema hugged this girl's body while swiping her chin warmly onto her shoulder. Paris lowered her shoulders and chose silence. "It turns out being away from you makes me confused. I couldn't close my eyes because I remembered you yesterday" Whispered Biema right by the ear.

"me too. I could only cry sadly the first time in the living you slept outside. It's really surprising indeed. Because we never had one room except that night. I ..." Paris could not continue his sentence because the man was asleep. His breathing began to be regular. It's making him start sleeping. "You fell asleep ..." Paris rubbed Biema's hair. Mouth's yawning. Paris closed its eyes too.