Companion To Paris
Now it's different

After talking, Sandra's schoolmate finally left the three of them. Sandra immediately approached Paris behind her sister. He was afraid that his pal was exploding right now.

"If I'm a child, why bother marrying me? Make my life not fun," quipped Paris while turning around. Sandra was silent hearing that. Her eyes looked at Paris and her brother who had been facing Paris in turn.

"Come on," Biema replied at will. Sandra's eyes widened. It was a pity for her brother's answer who didn't see the situation. Paris growled annoyed at this man's reply. Hands clenched. Sandra thinning lips.

"E ... Paris, I'll go home first. Brother, I'm home ..." Sandra was not involved. So he chose to leave the two of them immediately.

"She seems scared to see you angry," Biema said either jokingly or not. His face was not so much expression. Makes Paris' lips thin out furious.

"Yes, he knows what the consequences would be if playing around with me. Maybe you'd like to know what if I hit someone who sucks?"

"No. I've seen you act stupid at the club that night. I think that's more than enough. I don't want to have to go to the police station with the same case. I don't want to embarrass myself. Because this time is different from that time." Biema lazily finally stepped up.

"What is different? You're just afraid to face me" Paris sneered as they walked along. Biema glanced next to. Paris pulled her lips with a very obvious mockery for her.

"Why are you still unconscious? Are we not married now? You and I are husband and wife." Paris looked quickly. I heard Biema's words. "If you're in trouble, I'll get dragged in too." Paris gasped in Biema's gaze. Hmh!

Paris' move is not as strong as usual. He stepped up with a gontai. It was the first time Paris left school with her new status. Marrying.

Hhhc ... Paris heaved a heavy sigh as he remembered that. His shoulders are down. He's not excited. With her young age, Paris holds the status of a man's wife. It was not in his love either. Sandra appeared behind him.

"Morning, Paris ..." Paris just raised one hand to receive the greeting Sandra who was none other than her sister-in-law. Sandra understood why her friend was lethargic. So he didn't talk about it. Sandra tried to avoid.

"What's wrong with your sister?" ask Paris suddenly.

"What's up? I don't understand what you mean."

"What's wrong with her? Why would you suddenly marry me?" ask Paris quietly while glaring and growling annoyed.

"On that ... Sorry Paris. I don't know."

"Do you really not know? Your brother's not a man who can't find a woman. He was able to get a good-bodied, beautiful adult woman and also had cooking skills and so on" racau Paris. Sandra tried to listen attentively. "I wonder why he even agreed to marry me who was young and wanted a normal teenage life like any other" whispered Paris again. This time, turn your head to Sandra. Showing his grim look.

"Really, Paris. I don't know." Sandra is like the defendant.

"Hi, Paris!" yell guys.

"Damn, their mood is not good they say hello" murmured Paris. But Paris raised their hands to greet them.

**

Paris does not want to go home. He doesn't want to go to Biema's apartment. Right now he wants to be alone. So when the bell rang, he did not immediately go to the gate as Biema said when she left school earlier.

Biema's gonna pick up Paris after school. That's deal. But Paris broke by going without saying goodbye. He knew there was a man's car there, but he tried to get in the back. Not wanting to meet that guy.

Biema awaits the appearance of Paris near the gate. That way, he hopes to make it easier for Paris to find itself. Biema was waiting at first. But looking at the watch on his wrist, he felt this was very unnatural. It had been almost half an hour he had waited, but the girl did not show up.

Some students glanced at the car Biema was riding in. Looking with satisfaction at that handsome face. Whispering and smiling trying to attract Biema's attention. Biema knows that. Just being ordinary. He was busy peering into the driveway to the school where Paris should have emerged from.

"I'm still at school. It's coming home."

"Just want to go home? Hasn't your school been home since?" ask Biema astonished.

"Yes, I still have pickets."

"Where's paris?"

"The paris? Not that he's been home since. Today I didn't go home with him knowing that he would pick her up. I still have pickets anyway."

"He's home yet?" Sandra saw Biema standing near her car.

"Sister," called Sandra who disconnected Biema's cell phone call and immediately approached her brother. "Paris is home. Didn't you meet her just now?"

"No." Sandra was buzzing herself for thinking. "That's it. He's grown up. Must know the way home. The driver didn't pick me up?"

"No. The plan is I'll come with my friend to go, but see brother here .. not so." Sandra nyengir's.

"You got caught wet yeah ..," Biema said. Sandra immediately behaved spoiled by wriggling on Biema's arm. Repeatedly grimacing. Finally Sandra came home to Biema.

"Maybe you didn't see Paris before." Sandra talked about Paris again when the car was away from school.

"Although he did, he should have seen me park my car here. The girl ..." Biema.

"Maybe Paris deliberately did not pass this way to avoid Biema's sister."

"Yes. As I suspected." Sandra looked at her old sister.

"Why should you marry Paris if you know you disagree with this marriage? Even his sister married him when he had not graduated from school" said Sandra Lirih. Biema looked at her sister who saw her pity.

"I want it" Biema replied flatly.

"Want? The sister? I'm sorry if I misspoke, but as far as I can ... Biema has no interest at all in Paris. Especially when it happened that night at the bar. Brother pointed out firmly that not liking Paris because it has a bad impact on me."

"I forgot about it. It's been a long time."

"really? Okay. Maybe you forgot, but marrying Paris is a little weird for me." Sandra scrunched her forehead.

"Little children don't ask too many questions." Biema nosed her sister's nose.

"Aww ... I feel sorry for Paris. He sahabtku. I know she must have cried all the time when she was forced to marry."

"I didn't force it."

"Yes, but the sister made a decision by agreeing to the matchmaking that eventually made Paris suffer to have to marry a person who is not in love. I was shocked when my sister married Paris. Does your sister love Paris?"

"Love? Should marriage be with love? Getting married is using money because it requires a wedding fee" Biema joked. His sister's smile appeared.

"Sister! No kidding! I'm serious," grumbled Sandra.