Companion To Paris
Parking Area

Paris, who was walking away from the toilet, took her cell phone from her party bag. That flat wire has been ringing ever since.

"Hello."

"Paris," Biema scolds over there. "Why are you so long?" asked Biema who had caught up with him. Paris smiled and turned off the phone. The man sighed with a worried face.

"Biema. You show up here?" ask Paris who is approaching soon.

"I came here because you were long. I'm worried." Because Paris took so long to go to the toilet, Biema followed. Paris' lips smiled at the confession. His body came closer and hugged this man's arm.

"I'm okay, really." Paris was flirting in this man's arms.

"It looks like you're talking to someone inside" Biema said, staring suspiciously at the hallway leading to the toilet.

"Don't think things through. That's Priski," Paris explained.

"Prissy? She's acting again?" tanya Biema immediately stopped her steps. Half-pushing the man's arm, Paris led Biema away from the hallway to the party hall. Paris' explanation instantly changed this man's face-darkening romance. Paris knows it.

"No. He just said unnecessary things. Also ... He's talking about you" said Paris smiling amusedly.

"I? What did he say?" Biema frowned.

"Don't be too serious." Paris stroked the line of this man's face with a smile. Biema breathed.

"On him I must always be serious, Paris. If I let my guard down, the girl could be bothering you. I should always be careful about that. To keep you safe."

"I'm sure I'll be safe."

"I'd better teach him a lesson" Biema said.

"We are also guilty of marriage. So there's no need." Biema sighed again hearing Paris speak.

"There's nothing wrong with our marriage. I really want it. So don't say that our marriage is wrong." Biema said that firmly.

"It's not so ... I've broken school rules that prohibit students from getting married before graduation. So you could say I was wrong ..." Paris explained. Biema still insists on not saying wrongly married. Paris guided this man away from the hall door and closer to the dessert table.

Paris was about to take a drink, but Biema who had understood immediately got the drink and handed it to his wife.

"Thank you." Paris took a quick sip.

"What did he ask you?" tanya Biema did not forget what his wife said earlier. He waited after Paris had finished drinking.

"Say Priski my husband is handsome" said Paris.

"What's that talk?" asked Biema who was surprised. Paris smiled amusedly. Biema's eyebrows pucker at Paris' lips. "Why laugh. Am I not handsome?"

"Yes. I-i know. You are my handsome husband. That's why I agreed when the bully girl said something about you."

The conversation for the sake of the conversation was passed. They finally say goodbye because time has penetrated the night. This girl also needed a break to continue the exam.

Hand in hand they came out of the event hall.

"This hotel is great. I like it" Paris said, looking around.

"Would we stay here?" tawar Biema who suddenly got an idea from the lips of this girl.

"We've never had a honeymoon, baby ...," Biema whispered as she brought her face closer to Paris's ear. He wanted to tease his little wife.

"I know." Hearing this answer, Biema instantly distanced her face from Paris and looked at her.

"You know?"

"Of course," Paris replied softly while snorting. Biema.

"If you know, why don't you grant my wish?" Paris only smiled faintly answering Biema's question while hitting Biema's arm slowly. This guy is chuckling. "OKAY. Wait right here. I'll get the car. Your feet are tired if you have to go to the parking area" Biema said.

"All right." Paris nodded.

After ten minutes of waiting, the man had yet to appear. Paris flips all over the hotel lobby.

"Where is Biema?" murmuring Paris. Her phone was off so she couldn't call Biema. "I'd better just go there. It's boring to have to wait." Paris took the initiative. His feet slowly stepped towards the underground parking area.

"Abs!!" Paris was shocked to hear screams from somewhere in the deserted parking area. Just full of cars. The head of Paris looked around. Trying to find where the scream came from. But he still had not found who had shouted just now.

His feet stepped again. He vaguely heard the conversation behind one of the cars there.

"Aww!" the screams sounded again. Paris hastened its pace. But because of wearing high heels, the pace is rather slow. This girl took the initiative to remove her high heels and approached the voice just now quickly.

He believed the sound was from a car in the corner. After successfully approaching the car he suspected, he was finally able to find the origin of the sound earlier.

"Let go!" yelled a girl.

"Prissy?" paris was shocked. The man and Priski turned at the same time towards him. The man was pulling Priski's hair, until the girl grimaced in pain. Her clothes have been changed. Not like when I met that girl in the toilet. More open. And also, this time it looks disheveled. "What the hell is going on here?" ask Paris loudly and stay alert.

"Paris, I ... Aw!" Priski may be about to approach her, but the man pulls the girl's hair until her body slams towards him again. The girl grimaced with pain in the roots of her hair. "Take me off!" priski yelled while lashing out at the man's chest. But the man still held Priski's body and also grabbed it.

"Hey, shut up" the man sighed at Priski, who muttered from the chuckling of his hand. "You can't leave after doing that to me" the man said angrily to Priski.

"Take me off!" Priski kept trying to take the man's hand off him.

"Take him off!" yelled Paris who was confused earlier. The man looked at Paris with his red eyes.

"Who are you? Why show up and meddle in my business?!" asked the man glaring at Paris with his hands blocking Priski.

"I know him." Paris pointed to the sad looking direction of Priski. "So please let her go."

"unleash? You know nothing, hey little boy." The man smiled cynically at Paris. Priski grimaced in pain with the man's hand on his wrist, also on his hair. Paris thins lips. If he was a child, then what was the difference with the girl he was tormenting?

"I'm sure he doesn't like being treated that way. So please let her go." Paris saw Priski's face. Looks like the girl was slapped earlier. There was a trace of redness on his cheek.

"He's mine. So I'm entitled to treat him like anything." The man shows his power over Priski. Priski's lips said nothing but whimpering while muttering. Wanting to escape the man's grip.

Who is that big bloke? Why would he treat Priski like that? Then ... What did Priski do that made him have to get a trace of a slap on his cheek?