Companion To Paris
Guardian angel?

Paris is in the cab of boys. Biema frowned seeing that. Because the boys were dressed in street punk style commonly found at red lights. Guys with punk and all black attributes.

Biema thinned her lips and clicked to see the girl chatting with them.

The girl had friends with all kinds of looks. Sandra could be friends with him. It was obvious that time I could find him at the night club.

What a person's eyes see, sometimes does not correspond to reality. Paris was chatting with guys with ear piercings with big earrings. As big as an office suit button. But this girl was not having a normal conversation.

"What?" ask Paris as these two guys approach her.

"Request money. You must have money, right?" said a guy with uneven teeth.

"Don't have. I don't have one."

"Don't lie. Quickly give me your money. School children must be given pocket money with their parents, right?" ask the other guy for force.

"Yes, but this time my wallet didn't exist. So I don't have a penny." Paris reached into the pocket in his school shirt and showed that the pocket was empty.

"Surely in your bag." point at the guy while trying to pull Paris's backpack.

"Ni the person in the told do not believe. I really have no money. My wallet went missing somewhere." Paris pulled her backpack and unzipped the zipper. Trying to show that he has nothing.

At that time the phone that was deliberately hidden in the pocket of the bag poked.

Pimply.

"I asked for your hape." The guy's eyes saw a cell phone in a Paris bag.

"Nothing," Paris refused as she quickly closed the zipper. But the man quickly pulled his bag. "Hey, take off my bag," hardik Paris.

"I have to get your phone." The other guy helped take that phone. Paris pushed the guy.

"Don't fight ya. You're just a girl. Alone anyway." The guy's trying to pull back a Paris bag. This interesting attraction finally makes Paris have to hit the guy to retreat.

"Hey, you fucking chick!" maki that guy because of pain in his stomach hit by Paris.

"You deliberately want to play rough, yeah." Before the man did anything to threaten her, Paris immediately hit the man with her bag.

Bruk!

"Aw!" Paris bag is not too much content, but being hit just like that obviously still makes it sick.

"Bastard girl!" The guy is angry and ___Bruk! Before he managed to injure Paris, the man bounced to the ground. The head of Paris turned towards the establishment of a man in a suit.

Who her? Guardian angel? The white horse prince?

"Stop acting shitty. I'll call the police after I beat you both up" he said, leaving the two unarmed men with nothing to do.

"You who?" ask Paris because she feels foreign. He could only see the man's back. That's why he can't see his face.

Turn ... Turn ... I want to see the look of my savior prince. Paris was happily waiting for the moment when she looked at a man with a dazzling aura.

"Where was your home, up to here?" ask this man while turning his body. Paris glares.

Bussyet!

"Yes. I'm. I thought you said you wanted to go home, but what is this?" Biema saw the surroundings. This is a little far from the school. Paris scratched his nape. Yep. He's Biema. Brother Sandra.

Damnit.

"Sway from the commotion. Why do you like dangerous places?" Biema says it like Paris is a rioter.

Who would want to have the misfortune of meeting those thugs? I was in a disaster, you know .. grumbled Paris in the heart.

"You're still awkward because of what it looks like." Biema smiled mockingly as she knew this girl was nervous.

Damnit. He remembered. He still remembers!

"Of course I remember. How could I not remember when you managed to make a bruise mark on my cheek." Biema's comments shocked Paris.

Huh huh? He heard my heart? Miraculous. I may not be speaking in my heart, yes ...

"Your face is easy to guess." Again he knew what Paris was thinking.

Oops ... Looks like I got caught. Paris.

"You must think I can't remember the incident, right? You owe me an apology."

Busyets. Especially that?

"Abson't apologizing at the police station enough?" ask Paris half grumbled. Her lips disagreed.

"Yes. That's not enough. You half-heartedly apologize. Different from the woman I thought was your bodyguard at the time. He looks so wholehearted when he apologizes to me."

That meant Asha. Because he was with his brother-in-law at the time. It was clear that Asha, who was still a servant, apologized in earnest. Because as a subordinate, he had already made a fatal mistake.

"So you're still grudging me for that incident?" ask Paris frankly. This time he looked at this man firmly.

"Yes. Because of that you, I was able to be the talk of people in the office. The bruises on my face teased them all to talk about me." Biema also blatantly said she did not like Paris because of the incident.

He was indeed like he would not let go of me because of that .. furious Paris in heart.

"I've done it. I've apologized, so I don't think I owe you anything. Even though you think it's less animating or not sincere, but I think it's over. Our problem at that time was over. So, if you don't want to forgive me, it's not because of me. Your own heart is less airy accepting someone's apology." Paris began to say with his haphazard style.

"You're saying I'm narrow-minded?" tanya Biema frowned. Paris looked on in surprise.

"No. Why do you mean another sentence, anyway," grumbled Paris. He seems to be getting caught up in a race of guilt that re-emerges. "I told you, you're not accepting of my apologies. Not about anything else." Paris's face also went sour because their chatter seemed out of sync.

"It looks like Sandra should be kept away from you. Girl has problems with many people. Including me and those thugs."

"Hey, it's not me who's in trouble. You don't see them threatening me? They're thugs who like bad people, man!" paris shouted furiously. She disagrees that she is considered a troubled girl.

"You started yelling at me."

"Arrigh! You're the most complicated guy I've ever met. I didn't think you were my best friend's sister." Paris frustration. "There wasn't a lot of work you were trying to help me anyway. I can take them to know!" the grunts of Paris are upset.

His feet stepped away unceremoniously to Biema. Before that his foot kicked a pebble in front that blocked his path in annoyance.

The fiery girl. Biema was still looking at Paris' back.