Companion To Paris
Sister-in-law

"Hhh ... " Paris took a breath. "I invite him to follow me who still refuses to go home" the Parisian sheriff to help Sandra answer. Hearing Paris answer, Biema's tail glanced towards Paris. In the face of death, Paris just blinked her eyes and looked the other way. Act indifferent.

The two guys in front of them just silently watched. Apparently they haven't left. They don't understand what's going on. It's just one they understand. The man wearing the grey and neat suit was their older brother.

"Then? What did I just see?" cecar Biema's. He was intent on scolding both. The guy looked down at his hand. Where a bag is still in his grasp.

"Hey!" scold the guy in uniform earlier. Paris and Sandra looked. Biema also looked over because of that voice. "Now, your bag." He threw a light yellow bag towards Paris. Agilely Paris received the bag toss. "Other times be careful. There are a lot of school thugs on the street. Thankfully, the bag is safe." The guy gave advice. Also wanted to tell the two men who had just arrived that Paris and Sandra had been hit by the disaster earlier.

"Thanks" said Paris. Sandra nodded in thanks.

"No problem. I'd better go. Looks like you guys are very busy." The guy's eyes occasionally glanced towards Biema. The sentence was meant for Biema who kept these two girls busy. " The next time I'll have a good chat with you guys" said the man with a charming smile.

Biema stared long at the guy with almost the same height as her. Scanning the young man who looked calm despite Biema's sharp eyes. Fikar also looked at the man because of the reprimand. Then the man went with his friend from that place.

"Er, not her ..."

The tall guy wrapped his arms around his friend's neck. "Sstt .. We go first. Next time we'll find them both. You're starting to realize, who is he?" A meaningful smile was painted on the boy's lips.

"Biema. What's up?" asked Mela who also crossed over and followed behind them. They're looking. Mela's arrival instantly seized all their attention. Especially the eyeballs of Paris.  "Who are they ... Oi! You're Biema's sweet sister, yes. Sandra!" mela felt a surprise. Her lips immediately smiled at Sandra.

"Sister Mela!" sandra also knew Mela. He was surprised to meet this woman. Then they hugged. They look so close. Mela's hand pinched Sandra's cubby cheek in a fit of anxiety. They are both like brothers and sisters.

When they miss each other because they did not meet for a long time, Biema instead looked at Paris. This man looked at his wife straight.

"What about Paris?" whispered Fikar. Biema looked to the side. "There's no way you're gonna tell Mela about Paris." After glancing at Fikar to respond to his subordinate's words, he looked at Paris again.

"So you crossed over here determinedly because there was Sandra?" tukas Mela who is trying to read the current situation. Sandra was still drowning in her arms spoiled.

"Haha ... Biema loves her sister." Fikar responded with laughter. Biema did not respond. Paris is silent too. His eyes looked at Mela who kept joking with Sandra. He's a little bit out. Feeling foreign.

"wait. I missed someone. This who?" ask Mela just realized the existence of Paris there. Sandra's embrace loosened realizing that there was still Paris there. A moment ago he had forgotten because he missed this kind neighbor brother.

"Why be silent? He's here because he knows one of you, right?" ask Mela again while shaking her head. Surprised by the attitude of the three of them. "Or is she just a girl who accidentally passed by?" ask Mela to want to know.

"I'm not just passing by" said Paris disagreed. "San, bag!" Paris threw the bag he was holding. Sandra was shocked by this impromptu throw. Until Fikar also tried to catch the bag. Paris threw a sharp glare at the silent Biema.

"Hi, I'm Paris." Suddenly Paris greeted and mentioned his name. Hearing this name, Mela recalled the time Fikar had mentioned the same name.

"Paris?" The name came up again. "Yang ... was mentioned by Fikar earlier?" asked Mela while looking towards Fikar. Paris's eye beads come to see Biema's subordinates. They say my name? Fikar's lips only grimaced. Not to argue or to deny. "So Paris is you?"

"Yes." Yeah." Bela mangosteen.

"Then who are you? How do you know Biema and Fikar?" Mela pointed at the two people in front of her.

"I'm Sandra's schoolmate. I also know them because Sandra's been with me a lot." Biema looks at Paris who is smiling to explain who she is. Everyone looks at Paris. Then look at each other.

"School friends? Her best friend Sandra yes .." guess Mela with a friendly face.

"really. Meet me, I'm Paris." Paris quietly extended her hand. All eyes looked towards the hand of paris outstretched forward asking for a handshake.

"Oh, yeah. I'm Mela. Biema's best friend. Also the sister of this little girl," said Mela welcomed Paris' handshake while fondly stroking Sandra's hair.

"Sister?" ask Paris for wonder. "Sandra has a sister?"

Mela chuckles. "Not really big brother. Sandra wanted to have an older sister. Because we're neighbors, so he always calls me 'sister'. Even he also often aspires to make me his sister-in-law when Biema grows up." Mela's small laughter rang out from the lips of this woman as she told a story from their past. Mela's smile was thrown towards Biema as well. But the man was silent.

Although in reality, Biema and Paris married without a basis of love, but if there is a woman who talks about being Sandra's sister-in-law, it means that the woman is talking about being Biema's wife. The person being talked to was his legal wife. It makes things awkward. Fikar and Sandra were shocked.

"Oh, so. Sandra must be very lucky and very happy if indeed Mela's sister could be her brother-in-law." A look of disbelief was sticking out from the faces of Fikar and Sandra. Paris is like a girl who doesn't know the situation. He said it all with a flat and calm face. The three of them knew that Sandra's sister-in-law was Paris. She's Biema's legal wife now.