Companion To Paris
Wanna go home

"Is there a Mela name on that list?"

"Yes" said Fikar finally admitted because Biema asked. Fikar's face was slightly agonized as he said that. Because she's afraid Paris is jealous. But the girl said nothing. Since then, he has been looking at her. As if waiting for an answer from him.

The girl is looking out at the street. Either Paris doesn't care, or Paris is holding back from hiding her jealousy. Fikar doesn't know.

"Have you prepared a place to meet them?" ask Biema.

"No. Chances are they'll come to the office for not asking for a place to meet outside." Fikar heard a sigh from behind. "It won't be long. They just want to talk to you for a minute." Fikar knows Biema's tired.

"Then Mela?"

"Maybe talking again about a new product. He always wants to know first our new product because it is so quality. He needs a reference to a new product for production."

"Oh that's all. Nice."

"What good?" tanya Fikar looked up again. Towards the rearview.

"Good because you can handle it.” Paris who had been looking out the window turned to Biema.

"You're not back in the office?" fikar's sight was not calm.

"No. I'll be home early today. Take me and Paris to the apartment, then you can go back to the office alone." Paris looked to the side.

"Why are you ..."

"Gst ... I want to go home" Biema said, cutting Paris's sentence gently.

"Then how are they? That meeting." Fikar panic.

"I told you you could handle it. Meet them as my representatives."

"How can I do that? The director of this company is you not me" Fikar murmured.

"If so, cancel it." Paris looked at Biema in surprise. But Paris soon returned unconcerned about their debate, because Biema told him not to talk by sticking a finger on his lips.

"Heiii .. can't do that." Fikar disagrees. "Maybe I escaped being rebuked by you because you yourself wanted to cancel it, but I will be reprimanded by Mr. Yudhis if you follow your bad idea. I'll be stamped bad by him."

"Therefore meet them," said Biema.

"Agdh ... Okay. I'll meet them." Fikar surrender. What his strength is is only a subordinate. It is mandatory to obey the superior. Fikar ran his car with half a grumble in his heart.

Before Paris and Biema were making out, not far from them there were two people who made out first behind the car. The man even swiped his nose on the woman's body. At that time the woman's eyeballs saw Paris and Biema who were making out.

Paris, her screech in the heart with shocked eyeballs. I must immediately avoid. He'll see me. That can't happen. Himself panics. So this woman acted immediately. "Don't be here" prevent the woman by pushing this man's face.

"Why? I paid you for this," said the man fiercely.

"I know, but I don't want to make out here" the woman's protest was no less fierce.

"No. I don't want to. We better get going."

"Ah, that's it." He took his hand off the woman and got into the car. The woman rushed into the car. His eyeballs were still looking towards Paris and Biema who was walking hand in hand towards the car.

Damnit. Why did he show up? Fortunately, this man wanted to be taken away.

Biema was at the door of the apartment and opened it. Then let Paris in and followed him later. Biema's hand carrying the shopping crackle, immediately headed to the pantry table.

"What's wrong Biem, you came home early? Isn't there still work?" Paris still wants to talk about it. Because it feels less right if this man chooses to go home when the job is still there. Paris approached where Biema was standing because she wanted to continue the conversation.

Biema, who had turned her back on Paris, now turned her body towards him. "No problem. I have a smart assistant like Fikar."

"Yes .. but you're the director. Maybe those guests want him to meet you, not Fikar."

"That's the same thing. Because Fikar is my representative. If they don't respect Fikar, then they don't respect me either" Biema said. He doesn't have to say much if Biema decides. His attempt to remind Biema was already there. It just didn't work.

"Yes. Hopefully everything goes well," said Paris turned to go to his room because he felt the conversation was over. But Biema immediately pulled the arm of Paris to make him slammed into the chest of his field. "Biema!" paris was surprised. Biema hugged Paris tightly.

"What?" tanya Biema while lowering her gaze down. Towards his wife who was looking up at him.

"Why choose to skip work? Is there still work there?" Paris was still trying to persuade him.

"I want to go home" Biema replied lightly. Paris looked at Biema straight. Disagree with the reason Biema said. "OKAY. I know it may not be right for me to come home now, but I'm sure my work won't go well."

"Why? It seems you've never done a bad job." Paris frowned with her body still in Biema's arms.

"Indeed. I always believed I would do well because I did my job earnestly. But not this time." Biema said the last sentence by throwing a straight look the other way. Like a little bit of a laugh.

"no? Wh why? Is something bothering you?" ask Paris streak. He's worried. Biema lowered her gaze towards Paris again with a smile. Paris' eyeballs were rounded and flashing as he looked at her. He was waiting for an answer from this man.

"Yes. Lately a lot of things have been bothering me."

"really? Sorry, I don't know." Paris felt guilty. He didn't know Biema was having a lot of thoughts. "You can share with me. Maybe I can help. Although not very good at it, it might be able to help settle the disturbance a little." Paris confidently said that. His face meant it. Biema looked at Paris with a fixed. Then that view changed. Now go down and look at the girl's lips. Biema brought her lips closer to Paris. Kiss it softly and gently. This made Paris close her eyes slowly.

After a few seconds, Paris opened her closed eyes as Biema began to release her lips.

"So I can share what's bothering me?" ask Biema.

"Yes. Whatever you can share with me. I don't want you to finish it alone."

"certain. Of course I need your help. I can't finish it alone. And I'm sure you're good at it." Paris blinked not understanding what Biema really wanted to say. He's just waiting.

Biema clutched Paris tightly while closing her lips to Paris' ears. "I want to be with you. Again," whispered Biema made all over Paris' body bristle for a moment. He never knew the sentence Biema had just said. It was just that he understood what this man wanted from him. Especially when Biema took off her arms and looked at her. Paris had seen those foggy eyeballs. When everything happens quickly. First night. "I want it" Biema said again in a hoarse voice like refraining from arousing desire.