Companion To Paris
In the car

There was no more talk from Biema's lips after Juna's sentence about Paris running away to his home in the village glide. Fikar runs the car quietly. Even so, his eyeballs repeatedly looked towards the small glass above him. Seeing the sudden state of his director being silent. I have been busy wanting to get angry.

Biema's back rests on the car seat. His eyes stared out the window. It was already about fifteen minutes after they exited the school area. It's a little suspicious. Paris restless. Maybe he's happy to misunderstand who Juna is, it's done. But somehow the atmosphere between them was not good, but it became cold.

This girl repeatedly glanced to the side. The man was still silent. Not saying a word. Paris counted the numbers as she was determined to ask. But he finally stopped because he was not ready.

Hhc ... Paris took a breath.

Biema why, huh?

"Biem ...," call Paris quietly. The man looked.

"What's wrong?" ask Biema with a flat face only. He did not know that the two people in the car were not calm.

"Emc ... You're okay?" tanya Paris ventured to ask. He forced himself to be able to ask questions that had actually been at the end of his tongue. It's just that he's repeatedly snuffed because he's not ready.

"Why ask like that?" ask Biema. Now there was a smile accompanying his question. Like laughing at this girl's question. Paris is not a relief. He was getting more agitated and unsettled.

"Yes. You have been silent since, " answered Paris. The fikar sitting in front was also the same. He tried to slightly divide his focus on the streets ahead, also with the talk of two people behind him.

It is not unusual for Fikar to see the man who became his friend and superior become a man who does not talk much. It's just that, lately the man is more and more expression and words. Especially something to do with his wife.

However, at this moment the man had actually become very strange while silent.

"What's up with that? I'm it's okay. Just tired." Biema pulled Paris' head and placed it on her chest. This girl complies.

"You didn't shut up because Juna was talking about me, did you?" ask Paris. Biema smiled thinly. Paris can't see that. "I ran away because I was against our marriage." Paris began to discuss and confess.

"On that, I already know. Without Juna saying anything you've shown me that you don't want to marry me." Biema was right about that. Early in marriage, this girl did not care about Biema's feelings which might be upset and furious with her behavior. Without further ado, Paris always showed her seriousness in hating Biema.

"It used to be so" repeated Paris. "Sticking even to the level of marriage is certainly very surprising to me. I'm still in school" said Paris felt it was natural. Although while talking about it, his heart was pounding very hard.

"I'm okay ... It's been a long time." Biema stroked the arm of Paris gently and then tidied the child's hair that fell on his wife's cheek.

"But you kept quiet when Juna talked about it. I feel uncomfortable" Paris said, looking up at Biema. This man was silent as he lowered his gaze towards his wife.

"I just feel guilty" Biema finally said. Fikar who had only heard, now looked up to see the reaction of Paris when suddenly this man admitted wrong.

"That's wrong? Why?" ask Paris for wonder. He instantly rose from his fall on Biema's chest. The man looked at Paris who was waiting for his answer with a big question mark.

"It turns out I've made a mess for just agreeing to the match. I've made you hard that time." Biema really felt what she felt at that time. It was visible from his sad face. Paris' outstretched hand touched Biema's cheek line.

"I've done that too. I'm sure it's made you hard. And often." Paris tried to erase Biema's guilt on her.

"Also through the bruise that you pinned on my face," added Biema joke make Paris chuckle. Then look up again.

"Salah herself approached me and Asha's sister at that time," Paris said as she slapped Biema's chest softly. The girl laughed which also ended up being contagious to her.

"So Arga's wife is similar to you, yeah ... " Then it is likely that Juna is also similar to Asha. So he and Paris feel good, Biema said in a happy heart. He finds a fitting reason why Paris and Juna look familiar other than because they are sisters-in-law.

"Yes. Brother Asha is fun to be friends," said Paris proudly.

"After all, how could you not know I'm your best friend's brother?" Biema tuding. Biema's forefinger nosed this girl. Make Paris throb after grimacing.

"I've never been to your house. We go to school in a dorm."

"True, too," Biema said, recalling that her sister had indeed been to school in a female dormitory. "And Sandra chose to drop out of boarding school because her best friend is out too." Biema's eyeballs stared at Paris to blame.

"I didn't take her, she's on her own." Paris is not to blame. Biema smile. If he used to be angry with his sister's friend, but this time he was just anxious.

Fikar smiled as well seeing the warmth of the two of them. This time he no longer eavesdropped. His focus was only on the road ahead of him.

"Why is this a child?" asked Arga who was surprised the conversation on his phone was cut off by Paris unilaterally. Look at the phone screen again. Is it true that his sister cut off the phone. The phone screen is blackened which means there is no activity on the phone. "Ah is ... He might be a real prankster. Wait ... Not that Paris said Juna. Juna's my wife's sister?" Arga's hand grabbed her phone again. Soon he pressed the 0 button which meant it was his wife. Special quick dial button for Asha.

"Yes, what's wrong?" asked Asha who was holding Arash to bed.

"I miss you" Arga said spontaneously. Asha chuckles.

"I miss you too." Iseng Asha replied to her husband's words.

"I want to go home."

"Yes, just go home now. I wait

I was ready," said Asha instead giving the idea for this man to go home soon.

"I really want to go home" said Arga like a loser. Asha chuckled again.

"Already, already. Don't gohome. It's time to work." Asha stopped making jokes because her husband could go home and not come back to the office. "What's wrong?"

"You divert the conversation" Arga said. Asha grunts amusedly. "Are you sure Juna can work?"