Companion To Paris
Juna was right

"Food trucks?" tanya Biema did not believe it.

"Yes. Emm ..." Juna looked at his phone for a moment. "Not you, who ordered this truck on behalf of your wife, Paris?" Juna is trying to win Biema's burning soul because of the jealeous.

"Oh, this food truck yeah ... " Fikar immediately understood after seeing the uniform in Juna. "The order you gave me earlier" whispered Fikar. "I forgot to order under your name. Then I changed it to Paris."

"So this food truck is from you, Biem?" exciting Paris amazement. Biema looked at his wife. The eyes of Paris sparkle. Biema was also happy to see that beautiful twinkle.

"Yes. I purposely ordered for you." Biema directly puffed out the chest. All students still took the time to see Biema's figure. They are still amazed by the story of Paris and Biema.

The teachers who appeared near this food truck saw Biema coming.

"Well, Mr Biema!" They were flocking to approach. Biema who was going to intimidate Juna because it was close to Paris was not so. Fikar was also their invasion. Juna escaped. He was safe for a moment as Biema's attention was distracted by the teachers.

"Your husband is jealous" said Juna slowly.

"To you?" tanya Paris frowned as she turned to Juna. "really?"

Biema is still busy by teachers who try to act know themselves have been given free food with portions at will. Biema growled inwardly seeing Paris and Juna's continued interaction. He could not refuse to talk to the teachers because it would get a bad impression. While Juna and Paris were still chatting comfortably.

It seems like Juna knows that Biema is trying to steal a glance towards Paris and herself. That sharp look just kept watching him on the sidelines of their talk. This rancid boy knew and deliberately pranked Biema.

"Masa' does not know the possessive nature of the husband, anyway?" juna's reprimand was underestimating.

"It's not. Jealousy to you is free" to Paris. His lips thinned mocking Juna.

"The name is possessive, too, Non. Sometimes he is also jealous. You're not so sensitive anyway?" juna asked so worried about his sister-in-law.

"Not sensitive. You are so jealous. My handsome man's standard is going down" sneered Paris while sneering.

"Campret" as Juna. Paris and Sandra laughed. Biema's eyeballs glared at her.

Parispass ....

"Eh, Mr Biema why?" asked a teacher who had seen the eyes of this man widen. Fikar looked towards Biema because he got the question.

"Yes?" biema asked with a smile after just now immediately tidied up the look of her face that looked riled up.

"Oh, no. You look depressed. It's not because we talk a lot, is it?" ask the teachers.

"Oh, no." Biema was still trying to be friendly even though her heart wanted to be angry this time.

"It turns out your sister is a big jealous person" Juna told Sandra with her horror face. He moved away from the Paris side to be safe.

"Indeed," said Sandra, smiling amusedly. "He doesn't know you yet. That's why."

"Steer. I just want to help them" Juna said to his friends. I'm gonna run away."

"Yes. Just run away." Sandra agrees.

"Thank you, yes sir .." said the teachers finished their conversation.

"Yes. Equally," Biema said in response. After serving the greetings of the teachers, Biema this time focused again on his wife who turned her head in the other direction. The girl was watching her brother-in-law run away. Biema no longer sees the man near Paris. "Where is he?" biema asked as if looking for a thief who escaped her sight.

"He's been busy" Paris said.

"Biema, he's that ..."

"Sorry Biem," cut Fikar in their sentence. Biema immediately turned her head with a face wanting to devour her. Fikar cursed in his heart. "The head of the school wants to see you. He's in his room now."

"I'm still talking to my wife" Biema said with anger.

"You can talk later, but the principal may not have time anymore." Fikar gave advice. Biema blinked her eyes at having no choice but to speak to her now-wife.

"OKAY. Alright. We're going to meet the principal." Biema's eyes headed towards Paris.

"With me?" ask Paris not to believe it.

"Of course with you, Paris. You are a couple husband and wife. Accompany Biema into meeting the principal's father." Sandra has to get the two of them together. Otherwise, her brother would continue to wear his eye laser.

"Hhh ... Alright." Biema and Paris stepped in following Fikar behind them towards the headmaster's room.

Priski who had been there just kept looking at them with dislike. He didn't get close at all to the food truck because he knew it was from Paris. Now he is more interested in Juna who is smiling at serving people.

"I have to get close to him. Maybe I can get some information about Paris." This girl stepped into the food truck to get some time to talk to Juna. Sandra who is now away from there does not know at all about Priski who approached Juna. "Hello," said sweet Priski. Juna who was refilling the plate and the paper bowl turned his head. His eyes widened at a glance.

"Yes? Can anyone help?" ask Juna kindly.

"I saw you were talking to a girl." Juna was silent for a moment. His eyes blinked. "Paris."

Apparently Paris. He finally got an answer.

"Yes. What's wrong with him?" juna asked, still friendly.

"Are you ready for him?" Strange question according to Juna, but Juna let. "You're her ex?" Juna just smiled at the new question.

"Then you ready for Paris?" Juna asked, imitating Priski's question earlier.

"I? Of course his friend." Priski seemed surprised to hear this guy's question. But he answered immediately.

"really?" ask Juna who is aware that the girl in front of him must not be his friend-in-law.

"Of course." Priski fixed her hair.

"I don't think if you were really her close friend, you wouldn't ask who I am."

"K-why? You cheated?" priski's question makes Juna sure. Asha's sister's lips smiled amusedly. How not? Paris had already mocked him that he did not deserve to compete with Biema, now this girl actually concluded that they were cheating.

"Your conclusion further shows that you are indeed not a friend of Paris." Kening Priski. "Paris is not a kepo girl. That's a long way off with you looking so curious about other people. Like now. You approached me just wondering about her. If you're a friend, you don't have to figure out who I am. Especially with such a classy question."

"As a guy, you talk a lot too." Priski grunts sebal.

"I need to talk a lot to wake you up. Never repeat a question like that. That sounds like you're showing others what you look like. Speak good things. Others will judge you well by the words that come out of your mouth."

"Huh. So wise." Priski. Juna took a breath.

"Faces are beautiful, but mouths and hearts are bleak. So it's useless to have such a face. Too bad for him .." said Juna who regretted the improper combination. Because she was happy earlier in greeting a beautiful girl.