Companion To Paris
Disagree

Paris did not have to wait long to ask Biema about the move. As the man returned to the room, Paris immediately followed behind. Biema's hand opened the room door and it would close it again. But the door was immediately held by the hands of Paris that followed behind him.

"Say. What was the meaning of the words you said at the dinner table earlier?" ask Paris without further ado. Biema was a little surprised by the appearance of Paris behind her. His head looked back for a moment.

"You're following me apparently." After reaching the middle of the bedroom, Biema stopped.

"Don't talk. Quickly answer my question." Paris also stopped near the bed.

"You're asking about moving house?" Paris did not answer. Just stared at Biema sharply. "What do I need to explain? What I said was very clear. We're moving into my apartment."

"That's what I meant. Why are you suddenly going to ask me to move? Why are we getting out of this house? Wh why? You're cheating Biema. Why don't I know?" car Paris.

"You haven't been told?" Biema actually asked while linking her eyebrows together. Formed a faint frown on his forehead.

Paris was silent for a moment. Maybe someone told him, but he didn't listen? I'm sure that no one in this house told me.

"No. No one told me." Hearing this Biema sighed.

"From the beginning we're getting married, I told your family that I'm going to take you to my apartment after marriage. Family agrees. So I don't feel like I'm cheating on you." Paris was silent about losing. "It seems like everyone knows. Even your brother Arga. Are you the only one who doesn't know?"

Paris' lips did not answer. It was now clear that he was feeling stupid. Slowly his body approached the bed and sat down. Pensively thinking about what Biema just said.

This man looked at the girl in front of him with a hint of pity. Paris was devastated. Biema is sitting on the couch.

"Why are you telling me now?" ask Paris still with her head down.

"I feel like what I said earlier must have been told to you."

"There's no way you're gonna tell me that. Because he's afraid I'm refusing this marriage." The head of Paris looked up and stared at Biema sharply. "You knew? I never wanted to marry you, Biema! There are a lot of things I don't like about this marriage. Including yourself!" show Paris angry.

Seeing the anger of Paris, Biema did not react much. His eyes looked at the girl straight.

"I want to accept this marriage just because I can't bear to see a mother who has to walk on crutches because I ran away in a match with you. That's it."

"So this marriage is impure?" ask Biema. His eyes were not hopeful, but there was another meaning.

"Purely? Don't make me laugh." Paris laughed scornfully. "I'm sure you're not sincere in this marriage either. There's something you're hiding from your parents. You also married me not out of love. I know that." accused Paris.

"So .. You just had to?" ask Biema in her heart.

Paris smiled mockingly and continued her sentence. "You're not a good man either. You didn't marry me because you wanted to get married. You have your own purpose. Nauseate." Biema raised her eyebrows while being scorned by Paris. But he does not argue. After all, he admitted that he did not do this marriage on the basis of love.

"Isn't that your luck, Paris?"

"Which woman feels lucky to marry a man not because she is loved? You're so sickening Biema."

"Keep using me, Paris. I can take it. But everything has been set. You should stay with me. Because living away from our parents can make us free."

"Free?" Paris grunting. "What freedom do you offer me? Marrying you has taken away all my freedom! Understand?!" Paris said angrily. Then go and throw the door hard.

HHh .. well, I don't expect much of you to last long. So did I.

Below, Asha who had just finished driving Arga off to work was shocked. He who was right in front of the lower stairs, looked up. Paris came out of her room with a grim face.

"Awawa ..." Arash's hand that was in Asha's sling was raised repeatedly. It was as if he was pointing towards Paris who started down the stairs.

"Sister!" call Paris who sees her sister-in-law passing by. Asha's feet stopped stepping. He looked back and waited for his brother-in-law to approach.

"What's wrong?"

"Where are you going?"

"To the back garden. Snacking Arash." Arash just kept grabbing the air. Maybe I should joke with Paris. Asha gave her finger to make toys by her son.

"I'm coming" said Paris.

"Can." The two of them walked towards the back garden. There they meet Rike who looks happy with the appearance of Asha, but because there is Miss Paris Rike just take little baby Arash for a moment and leave.

Their footsteps headed towards the bench under the tree. A nostalgic bench for Asha and Arga once.

"Sir Asha knows, about Biema who's going to take me to live with her in the apartment?" Paris started the conversation. Asha already knew this girl was going to discuss this matter.

"Know. Wasn't this morning, there was a discussion about it?"

"No. Before I got married I mean ..."

"No. I just heard," lied Asha. He heard but did not pay much attention to it.

"really? Arga knows."

"Yes .. maybe he told Biema himself. Or from mom." Paris stared at Asha for longer. Like not believing.

"His wife's name will one day live together. Whether it's with your parents or living alone." Asha gave a brief explanation.

"Yes, that's a normal husband and wife. While me and Biema." Paris grumbled and leaned his back on the bench.

"Why not normal? If you keep quiet, everyone thinks you're a normal couple." Paris sneers. Asha did not give much advice. He was never in a matchmaking position. He does not understand the situation now. Most felt is the attitude of hate to the partner because we do not love. Asha knows Paris is experiencing that now.

"Today is not school?" ask Asha to discuss something else.

"Yet. I'll start school tomorrow."

"Your friends know you're married today?"

"Of course not!" grouse Paris. "I think I'm allowed to do it for another reason." Asha nodded.

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Paris brought the goods while moving into Biema's makeshift apartment. He didn't want to look very happy or sad. He wants everything to go ordinary. With the family, Paris finally arrived at Biema's apartment.

"Biema rarely comes here. Because he wants to stay here when he is married," said mama Biema explained. Mrs Wardah nodded. "Because now he already has a wife, so this place wants to be occupied," continued Mama Biema.

When two families were on a thorough tour of each room, Paris just sat on the couch and turned on the tv. He refused to come. Only the TV caught his attention. After they finished looking around, they went home. Paris and Biema dropped off at the door. Because mom doesn't want to be in between.

"It's okay here yeah, baby ..." Mother hugged her daughter tightly.

"Yes, mother." There is also a sense of sadness when you hear your mother say something like this. It feels like I'm going to stay far away.