Companion To Paris
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At the time when Paris was dizzy working on the exam, Biema was also dizzy at the office thinking about the girl. He felt guilty for making Paris sluggish.

"What have I done? I've made him limp," Biema regretted. "I'd better take him to the doctor. He looks powerless. He needs a lot of vitamins" Biema muttered in his chair. "Although he rarely studied, I'm sure he was confused while working on the matter. He must be mad at me." Just then Fikar who walked into his room heard.

"It seems not only the health of Paris that must be considered." Fikar expressed his opinion.

"What are you talking about?" tanya Biema doesn't like Fikar to talk.

"You should let him have time to study."

"You're underestimating, Paris?" hiss Biema did not accept.

"I don't want to underestimate anyone. It's just that you've taken a lot of that girl's time. Where is the time he should be studying, but you use it for yourself" said Fikar growled. "You're starting to forget yourself."

Hearing that Biema did not argue. It's reality. He instead of watching the girl study, instead he made the girl not think about studying at all. The fatigue that arises makes Paris lazy.

"Stop babbling. What exactly do you want to say?" biema said next. Fikar sighed.

"Give the teachers a surprise by the name of Paris." Actually since the beginning of their marriage relationship was revealed, Fikar wanted to propose this idea. Just haven't had time to talk. "Then you can show up there. He'll be happy to get this surprise."

"Show up there?" tanya Biema hesitated.

"As a thank you to the headmaster also for helping you at that time. We have not said thank you," said Fikar reminded.

"Foolah. Organize everything well. I want to meet him this afternoon" Biema said with a smile. Imagine going to meet his wife, Biema is happy. But he did not expect that he would see Paris close to a man.

Parisian devotees?

Juna glanced towards the girl next to him. Then glanced again at the man who called himself a devotee of Paris. Fikar was also glancing towards Biema who continued to look sharply at Juna who did look more mature because he was wearing a uniform from his workplace. He also did not know who this guy next to his superior wife was.

She adores Paris now. Sandra smiled happily to find her brother acting funny. Although it is stressful, there is a funny thing as well.

"What are you doing, Biem?" sizzle Paris slowly. His eyes widened to find this man appearing at school. He did not care about Biema's words that had made him think earlier. Paris was shocked. But instead of directly answering his wife's question, Biema actually gave the code. His chin moved to the side. "What?" ask the insensitive Paris. Juna was silent with his cell phone in his hand.

"Hey, keep looking for that one," Paris ordered to Juna while patting this guy's arm with the back of his hand. Paris did not let Juna stay silent. He still wanted to know about this surprise.

"Oh, okay," said Juna casually. Then back to busy himself with his phone.

Biema's jaw is tightening. Seeing this interaction Biema added to the heat. Now it's not just the chin that moves. But the man's hand also moved to the side. Biema's eyeballs also widened in annoyance.

"What, anyway?" ask Paris to be upset.

Sandra glanced at Juna. Uh, fashion sister is jealous? He does not know yes ... if Juna is his sister brother Asha?

Ouch. Thas right. I need to straighten out this misunderstanding. Too bad my sister looks tormented to see Paris close to Juna. Sandra started to worry.

"Annu ...." Sandra was trying to figure out what really happened. But his voice was swallowed by the debate of those who no longer cared about others. Even Fikar gave the code to his superior brother to be silent. They cannot interfere in their discussions.

Meanwhile Juna is still searching for the real name of the booker in the service app where he works part-time. He had recorded the name of the order because from the beginning the name of the orderer was someone else, but some time later changed to the name Paris.

Ah, here it is, exclaimed Juna in a happy heart to finally find the name he was looking for.

"Juna?" ask Paris a little wonder. Hearing her name, Juna looked up.

Why mention my name? ask Juna in my heart. He watched them both.

"Even you say his name easily in front of me." Biema is even more angry to hear Paris mention the name of another man easily. His face was visibly injured by the name just now.

"Why are you, Biema?" Paris was confused by Biema's attitude. Fikar sighed looking at these two couples.

The biema? So this guy Biema, Sandra's sister? A handsome man, Juna said inwardly. Because this time Juna was more focused on hearing than before, clearly the name was heard in his ears. Also ... more mature and look well established. Justright. Of course he's a rich man too. Probably the same age as Arga's sister.

Apparently Juna can already call, Arga with the name 'Kak'.

There was no other feeling Juna had in mind other than being curious because he was the husband of Paris. But in contrast to Biema who seemed to view Juna as a rival.

Is he jealous of me? Juna caught the intent of the man in front of him. Masa' anyway? Juna's eyeballs watched closely the sharp glare of his eyes. Is correct. He's jealous of me! Just be right. Juna thought for a moment.

I need to get this straight. This man's eyes are like lasers that want to destroy me in an instant. Juna had a good feeling

"I'm sorry, I'm Juna." Juna braced himself to interrupt. After just looking at Paris coldly, now the eyeballs shifted to look at the man who had been teasing her from the beginning. Biema now looked at Juna more and more sharply.

"You're introducing yourself?" biema asked with an unfriendly look. Juna's friendly greeting was revealed. Juna who understood, did not immediately consume the aura of the fierce feud. He smiled before saying anything else.

"Yes. Sorry I introduced myself late."

"You don't have to introduce yourself. I don't need it" Biema said slowly but ruthlessly. Paris rolled her eyeballs.

Waduh she was jealous of the god level, Juna shuddered.

"Sister, he is ...." Sandra's still trying to tell.

"I'm an employee of the food truck that you ordered," said Juna directly friendly. Paris watched.