Companion To Paris
Protecting husband

Biema registered the name Paris to get a member card. Although he did not really like the game, he was used to accompanying others to play.

"I want to play what game, yes .." said Paris thinking while holding the member card that is already in his hand. His eyeballs glanced towards the two people who had just entered this game center. Paris' eyes widened slightly to see Mela appear with Fikar. "Why is he with Fikar?" paris's murmur made Biema hear that and ask.

"Fikar? Any Fikar?" Biema's head looked around. At that time he found Fikar and Mela. His eyes were stuck there. Now that they're not at work, why are they together?

"Hi!" sapa Fikar did not expect that he would meet Biema and his wife in this place. He knew that this man was not a game lover like him. "I didn't think I'd meet you here, Biema ..." This man said it with an astonished face. Paris who initially will already swipe the card of his members to play becomes unattended to see their emergence.

"Like to play games? Don't you like books more than this?" ask Mela wonder.

"That's me. He accompanied me to play" said Paris, who was briefly at Biema's damping and wrapped his hands around Biema's arms. This man smiled at his wife.

"Oh, I almost forgot that Biema was always with his wife. Hello Paris." Mela smiled and greeted. Paris nodded her head to accept Mela's greeting.

"It's strange to see you two coming to this place at the same time?" the word Paris still remains with Biema's arm held tightly. Biema's lips smiled as she glanced at his arm. This guy's happy.

"We didn't come together. Just not intentionally," Mela err.

"Yes. He was alone in the cafe there. So I asked him to come with me" said Fikar pointing to the outside of the game center. Apparently they can be informal when outside of work hours.

"I'm only interested when this guy says he wants to play a game. All this time I've never touched a game machine." When saying this Mela looks indeed when curious. Paris believes Mela is not lying. But he still did not want to release Biema's arm. "It looks like you're afraid of someone taking your husband," Mela said, glancing at Biema's arm.

Paris thinned his lips for a moment hearing the insinuation. Biema was about to say something when Paris' lips had already spoken.

"Yes. My husband is no ordinary man. She's special. Very special. If a woman's eyes see her alone, I'm sure they won't hesitate to approach her. Even for women who act like they don't care, I have to stay alert. Because they may be more vicious than women who deliberately show interest" Paris replied with a sweet smile on her lips. Biema was surprised by the words of her little wife.

"Cih," decih Mela felt it would be long if responding to the words of Paris. Then he walked up to Fikar who had just come from where to fill out his member card. The head of Paris followed the woman until it was some distance from where Biema was standing.

"Huh," the Parisian sneer won. He was not aware that he was watching Biema. As she was about to let go of her embrace, Biema prevented.

"What?" tanya Paris did not realize that she had made her husband stunned by her sentence.

"My husband is no ordinary man. He's special" Biema repeated the words of Paris earlier. Hearing this, Paris realized she was being possessive. "Am I so special?" biema asked with glittering eyes full of love there.

"Eh .. that ... That's of course," said Paris suddenly blushed. "It has. Release my hand. I want to play a game, "pinta Paris while rebelling slowly. Because Biema locked Paris' arms around her arm.

"It's not that easy. Aren't you hugging me because there's Mela?" tanya Biema unravels the reason Paris hugged her.

"Not really."

"Oh, huh? Aren't you just jealous of her coming?" Biema's chin pointed at Mela who was trying to play the game even though she was not an expert.

"Not jealous. Just behave appropriately as a married woman," elak Paris.

"So .. A wife should be?" biema Goda.

"Are you happier if I'm used to it when your first love comes? You want me to let you talk freely with Mela? That so?" spray Paris unexpected. Biema is silent. This man laughed when he heard his wife growling.

"No. I like the fiery Paris of yesteryear. I love my wife who is eager to keep away all the women who seem to be approaching her husband" Biema whispered, making Paris smile later.

"Udah ah's. I want to play a game." Half-dragging Biema, Paris heads to the arcade machine to the right of Fikar. Seeing the two of them join hands, Mela snorted.

"Why? Don't like it, see happy people? Jealousy?" reprimand Fikar sucks.

"Don't be silly. I don't see Biema as a man. He's a little brother to me. Handsome sister," protested Mela.

"I think you're jealous to see Paris succeed in making Biema take her eyes off her" Fikar said.