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Paris's move has stopped. He turned his head to look at the origin of the voice. It's Biema. This guy's getting good-looking in his gray suit. Asha urung approached

"Biema" said Paris in surprise.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, but it turns out you're more interested in the others." Biema's eyeball moved pointing towards Lei who was busy with a few people. This girl's eyeballs are nano. She knew she had made her husband misunderstand.

"No. I didn't mean to ignore you. It's not like that, I ..." Biema approached and caught the panicked hand of his wife.

"I know," Biema said. Grasping his wife's hand tightly. "I know what you mean."

"Know? Really true?" ask Paris in doubt. It was clear Biema was highlighting Lei sharply despite the glance earlier. She immediately focused on her husband.

"I know you didn't mean to approach Lei with a specific purpose." It seemed like slowly all the guests started to turn their attention to them. Paris surprised. There's mom and dad with the kingpin Arash. His dear sister was smiling towards him there as well. Mama Biema and papa also smiled happily looking at him. So ... Sandra must be here. Not far from them, Juna raised a hand greeting himself. Together with his friend and brother-in-law, Sandra.

"Biem ... What party is this, actually? Whose party is this? Why is everyone I come into contact with here?" whispered Paris still with a confused look.

"Take it easy on yourself."

"I'm not calm because I'm confused by all this, Biema." Biema breathed.

"Sorry, this surprise is too much for you. I think this is a good surprise." Biema feels guilty.

"Surprised? What surprise?" ask Paris quickly. Biema smiling wins.

"This party is for you Paris."

"U-for me?" ask Paris until stuttered.

"Yes. Happy birthday, Paris ...," Biema said, peeping at the back of his wife's hand. As it got the code, slowly a towering tall tart appeared in their midst. The applause rumbled at the restaurant which turned out to have been booked by Biema.

"Buy ..."

"Yes. I know it's your historic day. The day you were born in the world to be able to meet me," Biema said to make Paris' eyes nanar. "Well happy birthday again, baby ..." Paris immediately entered in Biema's powerful circle of arms. The man gave a warm hug. Because of many things, Paris forgot her birthday. He doesn't remember that at all.

"Kiss! Kiss it!" yelled Parisian school friends. Biema's eyeball glanced at the excited invitees.

"Kiss? They didn't know that without being told I would kiss you. It could even do more than that if we were just two in bed right now" whispered Biema making Paris blush.

"Don't talk carelessly, Biem." Paris hit this guy in the chest.

"Nobody heard. I just whispered softly to you ..." Biema started kissing his wife's lips which made his schoolmates scream in excitement. Arga hugged his wife who had joined him. Fireworks are popping up. Noisy and deafening. But add to the excitement of the party tonight. "There's one more thing I want to share with everyone" Biema said after her kiss.

"What's? Surprise again?" ask Paris beware. Biema smile.

"Make us no longer a surprise, but a gift ... But to your friends it might be an astounding surprise." Biema led his wife to the middle of the party.

"What?" ask Paris to know sooner.

Initially it had crossed their minds that the possibility of Paris getting pregnant while still in school and so on. But the thought disappeared slowly as fireworks broke out again in the middle of the party.

"They're married, so it's natural to be pregnant."

"Yes ... married you also want to have children."

"Paris has graduated. Specially? Yes already. Want to be born now also nothing."

A variety of positive thoughts began to fill their minds. The party atmosphere filled with luxurious food made them drift and no longer care about the thought of gossiping. A birthday party without receiving this gift is really fun. They come free without any conditions.

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"It seems like my birthday has never been this big before" said Paris, who stood on the sidelines with Biema, feeling absolutely shocked.

"really?"

"of course. I never had a party or anything. It's not unusual, but I like it." Biema stared at the look on Paris's face that said she was happy. "Thank you for getting this all set up."

"No problem. I should always give my wife a happy surprise." Paris hugged Biema.

"Thank you for being my husband, Biem ... Although we hate each other at first, opening our hearts is better."

"Who do I say hates you?" tanya Biema made the head of Paris look up.

"Aren't we getting married without love?"

"While that's the case, it doesn't mean I hate you. No."

"Then?"

"Of course I agree that arranged marriages are not without cause. I agree because I know maybe with you I can open my heart." Paris laughed at the expression of her husband's heart.

"Yes, yeah. I'm a good escape, indeed" joked Paris. Biema doesn't like that joke. He grabbed Paris' chin and brought the body closer to her. Paris' lips fell silent at the sight of Biema's serious but delicate eyes.

"You're not a place of escape. You are where I come home." Biema kissed his wife's lips gently. "I love you, Paris."

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