Companion To Paris
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."I don't care about that" Biema said, keeping a straight look ahead.

Then why talk about cooking that is so far from my habits? grouse Paris. What's the show?

"Do you know where I'm from?" ask Paris when they get to the cashier's table. Freshmart salespeople greet in a distinctive way. Paris smiled in response.

"Of course I know. I need to know where my wife is" Biema replied firmly. Paris pulled out the groceries. Biema helped take out all the groceries and put them on the cashier's table.

"Indeed, but by showing up all of a sudden while you're even at work, it's a little ..."

"That's not excessive. Moreover, this is a break hour," Biema cut quickly. "A husband must understand where and what needs his wife. So he won't be late knowing something, when his wife does something she doesn't want." Biema said that firmly while looking towards Paris. Show me how serious he is about this.

Even cashiers who were scanning barcodes on groceries looked up. Look and eavesdrop for a moment what the two buyers have to say. But immediately lowered his head as Biema looked forward again.

Know anything? Because I spoke to Lei's brother? Time is still about that anyway?

After successfully scanning all the groceries in the trolley, the cashier mentioned nominal. Paris was about to take out a credit card in her little bag. At that time Biema had managed to remove her credit card faster. Then hand it over to the cashier. So Paris closed the zipper of his bag back, stopped him from picking up the card.

Payment process is complete. They walked slowly towards the door in silence. Fikar sent a message to Biema's phone. He told me where they were going to eat lunch. Paris and Biema were silent as they walked through the passageway.

"If you come here with lightning because of Lei, it's a waste" said Paris made Biema stop her steps and face her. Paris, who had no intention of stopping, stopped and turned to Biema at last. "I just accidentally met," added Paris.

"With his appearance here being unnatural?" serang Biema's.

"I don't understand which side is unnatural, Biem ..." Paris frowned.

"What's unnatural is that you come out without telling me and my people see you talking to someone. And what made me come, was him. Lei." Now Biema blatantly that her heart was being disturbed by the presence of the man.

"Your people? You spying on me?" tanya Paris was stunned for a moment. It means there are people who love him. Biema who is aware has revealed herself about it, silent. "That's weird" continued Paris.

"It is not unusual for a husband to give protection to his wife secretly. It is highly recommended to avoid many things that the husband does not want." Biema rejected the strange mention for him.

"Lei's just Biem's ex .. and you're my husband."

"Then?" pursue Biema.

"What was past? Obviously the husband is everything rather than just an ex" exclaimed Paris in a slightly elevated tone. "I thought after that night .. You no longer suspected me of anything like this." Paris grumbling. His body was about to pass away. He's upset to have to discuss that good night. Especially when moments are not as fun as this.

Biema immediately pulled Paris' body and hugged her from behind. Paris let his body be caught by this man. "It is precisely because we have passed that night that I want to always take care of you from such things" Biema said in the girl's ear.

"So you can't believe I don't care about Lei anymore?"

"It's not just Lei. Whoever it is I'll do the same."

"Maybe, if it's allowed," Biema replied earnestly.

"Ih," decih Paris was upset. Biema hugged Paris. Hugged it tightly. No doubt the drama of the two of them who were hugging was witnessed by passing people. "let go. People are looking at us" said Paris, noticing the eyes of passers-by on them.

"They're just jealous."

"Not envious," spouted Paris as he looked to the side. "They were concerned to see us play a drama in this hallway" said Paris increasingly upset. Biema looked around. Justright. They're watching him. Apparently he just realized. Biema doesn't care much about the surroundings. In his mind was only Paris and Paris. And that's when Arga showed up with Rendra. Two inseparable couples. If Biema and Fikar were friends as well as superiors and subordinates, they were both pure superiors and subordinates only.

"So you two, who keeps people looking this way?" arga Tegur. Biema. His embrace loosened, making Paris rebel and managed to take off Biema's embrace. "What's wrong with you guys?"

"I'm sulking" Biema said without embarrassment. Paris heard it. He was misbehaving in front of his brother.

"What the hell, anyway?" paris disagrees. She's ashamed of Arga. He thought Biema would say there was nothing. But his guess was wrong. This guy looks childish.

"By the way what was going on just now," Biema replied calmly. Paris sprawl.

"Oh, so ... " Arga instead responded casually without feeling it was strange. "Continue. Let's go Rendra." Paris thinned her furious lips at her brother's indifferent attitude. Because he was wrong before. So now Paris feels ridiculous.

Fikar who was currently walking parallel to Lei, looked to the side. Watching the man younger than him.

"Right, you're ex-Paris?" ask Fikar.

"That's a personal question. I am not obliged to answer, senior," Lei replied. Apparently this guy doesn't want to say anything.

"Oh, so yeah ..." Fikar nodded his head. He did not expect that this man would answer like that. Though it would be a plus for fellow employees of the company if he admitted that he was indeed the former lover of the girl in front there. Because now that girl is their director's wife. Lei did not want to boast.

After a few minutes of waiting, Biema and Paris showed up. Seeing the sour face of Paris, Fikar knew that they had a chat. But Paris immediately turned the sour face into a friendly when looking at himself and Lei. Sontak Biema. This made Fikar know himself by subduing his gaze.

Biema approached the two of them while carrying a grocery crackle.

"Sorry, yeah. We long. You saw Arga on the street," said Paris.

"That's okay" Lei said. Hearing this speech alone made Biema look at Lei coldly. Lei knows that. He's nodding. There was no response from Biema.

"We're here for lunch. Not a race to look at each other" Paris scolded. Biema looked at his wife. His hands stretched out to stroke Paris' head.

"I know," Biema said softly and then smiled faintly.