Companion To Paris
Here it is Actually

"Yours? She?" ask Paris.

"Please let me go" whined Priski. The man grew furious with this girl's whining.

"Let go of you say? After I give you a lot of money to shop whatever you want, you ask to be let go? That's right." The man took off Priski's hair. But he did not just let go of his body. "You should have served me before you left." Paris Eyebrows up. What's this about? The money? Serving? "Don't cheat, huh?!" The man forcefully kissed Priski's lips.

Paris's face turned sour seeing the man do it. Disgustedly.

"Don't force it!" hardik Parisian. Hearing this cry the fat Om-om let go of his kiss and pushed Priski's body until the girl was pushed back.

"Hey, do you want to replace him in my service? If you want, I can let go. Looky. I let go, right? Come on come here." The fat man moved his fingers asking Paris forward.

Damn this fat, bloated, brazen old man!

Suddenly from the side, there was a person who slapped a punch right at the fat old man's face.

"Akhh!!!" screaming pain.

"Just shut it down, you son of a bitch!" the curse of Biema that appeared and immediately grabbed the shoulder of Paris.

"Biema ..." looked down at Paris while looking to the side.

"Are you okay, baby? He didn't touch you?" tanya Biema directly scanned his wife's body thoroughly. He heard the fat man's last words.

"No. She ..."

"I will make him unable to walk again if he dares to touch you" Biema interrupted Paris.

"Not at all" Paris said. "She just touched Priski," pointed Paris at the girl who was huffing while leaning against the body of the car.

"Him?" Biema's face was not friendly. Paris nodded. "So this has something to do with him again?" There's a furious tone there. Priski inching got an angry look from Biema.

"Hey! What are you doing to my nose, huh?!" the fat man shouted holding his bloody nose. Biema turned to the fat man who had been neglected.

"I just touched her a little bit" Biema said lightly. "Do you want something worse than that?"

"I can sue you!" threatens him.

"I don't care. Go ahead," hiss Biema coldly who apparently managed to intimidate the fat man. Because after hearing Biema speak, the man screeched in annoyance.

"Why did you two come to disturb my pleasure?" asked the man not to accept. This time he was no longer interested in Paris because there was Biema next to him. He just wants to be angry.

"Fuck your fun! If you dare to touch my wife, I will break your bones" Biema said, taking the man a step back. Because it looks like Biema is going to beat him up again.

"I wouldn't bother your wife if she didn't bother me" said the man annoyed.

"I just accidentally saw him that I knew. So there was no other way but to help him" Paris said. Biema glanced at his wife. Sighs at the annoying excuse Paris is talking about.

"You don't understand. He has used my money nominally for all his needs. I'm renting. I already paid for it," said the man pointing at Priski in annoyance. Paris and Biema looked towards Priski who was about to run away.

"Stop there, or I demand with all kinds of articles, boy," Biema said. "I can't wait to make you suffer because I've been getting my wife in trouble." Biema is not kidding. Even though Paris didn't allow it, he already didn't care. Priski stop. He stayed near the car while turning his back on them. Paris herself did not prevent her husband, either, if Priski made this man furious.

"I hired him." as big as the guy as Paris spoke. "If so ... it's clear what girl is this? Girls call, right?" the man said without covering it up.

Priski couldn't get a wart. Paris glanced towards the girl for a long time.

"So I finally found you in a state where you were the real gossip you made for me. Call girl" said Paris. Priski did not answer.

Paris has completed her exams. But if asked about how it turned out, Paris itself is a bit doubtful. Rumors about Priski being a call girl spread. Paris did not expect that. Because he was sure his mouth didn't say anything about the girl. Perhaps nature worked on her own how to create a way to punish Priski and show others that she was not what was rumored.

This afternoon Paris and Sandra sat in the cafe in front of the school waiting for an invitation.

"I'm sure Priski is the call girl herself. Because he easily leads others to believe you are a call girl. Maybe he already understood how a call chick looks actually because of his own experience." Sandra excitedly argued about Priski's news.

"Of course." Although sebal always disturbed the girl, but if you recall the state of the girl's disheveled, Paris became pity. She had never been slapped by anyone, but the man could even slap her even if she wasn't his husband.

"Mom asked why you didn't come home" Sandra said.

"really? I'll tell Biema later. Because the exam is over, maybe after this we can visit the mother's house," explained Paris.

"You can get along well and be happy, right?" ask Sandra suddenly.

"Eh, why? I don't look happy?" paris asked worriedly while looking at her mirror-like phone.

"It's not. Was it good, married young?" Hearing this question from the lips of her sister-in-law, Paris who had been looking at the phone anxiously, now turned to Sandra.

"That .. was a surprise." Paris put her phone in her pocket. He was surprised to hear his sister-in-law's question. "Why do you suddenly ask that?" Sandra smiled amusedly as Paris asked back.

"Looking at you being happy with Biema's sister, I'm thinking about marriage too" Sandra said honestly.

"Marriage, nih ...," seduce Paris. His rancid face appeared after a long time of vacuum.

"Of course."

"I can't marry young is delicious. You know, I got married because I was a matchmaker. Not by my own choice, but by a man I don't know unless he's your brother. He and I were probably testing our destiny together. Even though we know there is no love, we are just trying to live the destiny that already exists. You know I hated her when I first got married." Paris remembers that.

"So you mean?" ask Sandra.

"In a matchmaker is not the best choice. Even if something ends beautifully like me and your brother. So ... I still disagree if in a match. Because it could be our destiny to be happy not with a match, but by finding our own soul mate. You better be careful if there is a conversation about marriage," said Paris gave advice.

"Oh, huh? But I think being in a matchmaker is also exciting." Sandra thought something else.

"Seru?" ask Paris. Sandra nodded with a smile.

Din's! Din's! The sound of a horn barking from outside. The car has arrived. Sandra waved her hand to welcome her brother.