Companion To Paris
Believed

"Don't.. ” prevent Biema.

"Hello. Brother Arga." Unfortunately, Biema's voice sank because Paris had already called her brother.

"What's wrong?" Arga was still finishing his work in front of the computer.

"There's need. Not important, anyway." Paris's eye bead glanced towards the tense Biema seeing her actually calling Arga.

"Don't," pinta Biema quietly. Begged this girl not to talk to Arga about the man earlier.

"If it's not important, you don't need to call your sister, right?" ask Arga who doesn't really care what his sister will say. He kept looking at the tables the financial guy sent him. Paris looked at Biema.

"Make me is not an important thing, but this is very important for Biema," said Paris still looking towards Biema who sighed while widening tired eyeballs. He disagreed, but this all came from him.

"Biema's? About what?" This time, the question stopped his hand for a moment. It shows that he is starting to be interested in his sister's sentence. Paris turns the phone into a loud speaker mode.

"Yes. He wants to know about Juna." Biema just needs to hear this girl talk, without having to do anything.

"Juna? Asha's sister?" ask Arga wonder.

"really. Brother Asha's sister."

"Why do you want to know about him?" Both Arga's eyebrows furrowed.

"Biema found me with Juna when she came to my school."

"Can't you?"

"Yes. Juna is going to be working part-time delivering food trucks to my school."

"Part-time?"

"really. Biema made the idea of sending a food truck in my name to school. I who did not know about this was curious at first. Until I make Juna ..."

"Has he allowed you? Does Asha know about this?" ask Arga streak.

"Eh, I .. don't know about it." Paris is insecure.

"I'll call Asha first, after that ..." Click! Suddenly Paris hung up. Biema looked in wonder.

"Why is it closed?"

"I forgot. Juna said don't know brother Asha." Paris was only aware of her brother-in-law's words. Biema became very relieved Paris did not so continue the conversation about Juna to Arga. Hearing that Arga could easily associate Juna with his wife's name, it made it clear that they were brothers. That means Paris is honest when it comes to saying that Juna is a brother-in-law.

"It's a good thing you didn't talk about Juna.

Embarrassing, if it turns out it was Arga's sister's wife." Biema panicked also earlier when challenged by Paris. He'll be caught very jealous in front of Arga. Although Arga never commented on Biema's attitude to his sister.

"Why did you realize it was embarrassing?" ask Paris growled. His hands crossed after putting the phone in his pocket while looking at Biema. The man then rests his back and head on the body of the car seat. Breathe a sigh of relief later.

"You're jealous, yeah" Paris accused. This time his voice was low. No longer as tall as before. Because Biema also began to realize the curiosities.

"You would've done that if you were me." Biema said that slowly and her eyes closed.

"No. I'm not gonna do that."

"So you're going to be quiet even if I'm with a woman?" biema asked in surprise. He straightened up the body hearing that. Paris paused for a moment. He did not immediately respond to Biema's question. This makes this guy nervous.

"I am not only jealous, but I must beat him to satisfaction" said Paris firmly. After hearing this Biema finally chuckled.

"Why laugh?"

"Your solution is extreme."

"We can't mess about that. If you're really mine, you can't be close to any woman" Paris said.

"of course. Are you willing to be close to a lot of women?" Paris's eye beads glared. Biema.

"No. I don't, honey ..." Biema stroked his wife's head gently.

"That's good," said Paris satisfied. Spontaneous Biema's hand gripped gently at the nape of Paris and brought her face closer.

"Don't be here" stop Paris from knowing what Biema's doing. Biema's eyeballs were staring at this girl so closely. "Don't do that here. They see us," sizzled Paris. Outside the car some children highlighted them because the car windows were not closed.

"Iwrt." After saying that Biema immediately kissed his wife's lips while pressing the window button to close. Kiss it gently for a few seconds and then take it off.

Paris blinked his eyes and took a breath.

"I got carried away," Biema cuek said like a rancid boy. Paris thinned her annoyed lips seeing Biema casually while already doing so. Some school children who had seen the scene just now, look shocked.

"Eh, where's Fikar?" Paris dyed looking for the subordinate figure of her husband. Biema also looked ahead and got out of the car.

"Where is that guy?" muttered Biema. He was not aware that the man chose to stay away because he was arguing about Juna with Paris.

Meanwhile, in the school yard.

"Whose brother?" asked Sandra who saw Fikar appear again. This time he was not alone, but with some of his friends.

"There was. There," answered Fikar less clearly. Sandra looked in all directions. But he did not find the nose of his two brothers.

"Nothing is." Sandra was sure of her sense of sight. Fikar took out a disposable plate. He plans to eat for free here.

"They're in the car." Fikar started to take the available food.

"Why so?" ask Sandra astonished. Because Fikar chose to separate from Biema.

"Remain if you don't fight."

"What's? Why don't you stay there to be a mediator?" Sandra was panicking.

"You know how they. There's no way I'm the only one who's this subordinate dares to interfere."

"No. At least stay there take care of the two of them." Sandra pointed towards the car.

"Sorry, Miss Sandra. I'm human. I can also be hungry. I need nutritional intake for my energy," said Fikar memelas. Sandra throbs up anxious. Juna saw them.

"Again eat this, brother?" juna asked kindly to Fikar. Fikar.

"Oh, yeah. Hungry." Fikar stroked his non-existent stomach. "This is to increase nutrition so as not to collapse."

"I think being an office person is good. Can work relax. Different from us who I work harder to get more money." Juna.

"You're wrong ... What's your name?" tanya Fikar forgot Asha's sister's name.

"Juna."

"Yes, Juna. You wrong. Office work is not much different from work like you. The difference is only the same clothes that are worn. It is stress just as frustrating. That job, yes. Kudu spirit. I work harder if I want to get more." Fikar said it with a wise senior-like manner. Juna nodded.

"Are you stressed continuing to work together, Biema?" ask Sandra intentionally. Juna. He was trying to say something.

"Yes. I'm stressed because your brother keeps doing things on his own. It has to do with Paris. She ..."

"So you feel that way because of being my subordinate?" reproof Biema.