Companion To Paris
Words are prayer

If others accept the sentence of Paris rigidly, in contrast to Mela. He who still does not know the reality of what is behind the relationship between Biema and Paris is actually ordinary. I agree with the words of Paris.

"really. This little girl will probably be happy." Mela chuckles. Sandra adorned her lips with a forced smile as Mela turned to her. Every now and then he stared fearfully at Paris who saw all that.

Fikar blinked his eyes repeatedly. He can't do anything either. The key to all of this was of course the man next to her. But with an annoying attitude, which is silence ... Biema just watches, listens, and sees. He didn't do anything. Fikar feels things aren't right here.

"It was just a child's dream. It's long gone" Biema finally opened her mouth to respond to Mela's story about Sandra's desire to become a sister-in-law.

"Yes. It was just a story when the three of us were kids." Mela agrees. He's nodding.

"Then I'll go home first" said Paris to leave. He felt only as a figurehead who had finished doing his role. His job is over.

"Eh, aren't you at Biem's home? Our lunch is done. So you can take Sandra and Paris home, too" proposed Mela. Fikar and Sandra were again surprised. The tails of their eyes glanced towards Biema.

He will refuse. Sure.

"No, Brother. Not necessary. I can take a taxi or public transport" Paris refused. That's certain.

I told you, he'd refuse.

"really? Oi! Why have you three been quiet since? Paris is coming home, huh! No offer to take him home or what?" reprimand Mela. "He's your brother's best friend, Biem. You should be more friendly, dong."

"If he wants to, I'll drive him." Biema throws a glance at Paris. Now replace Paris who looked at him.

"I can go home by myself." Paris's answer was actually in the direction for Biema. But because Mela asked, this woman responded to Paris' rejection.

"I knew. It's just courtesy because you're Sandra's best friend. After all they brought a vehicle that makes it easy for you to go home."

So if I'm someone else you don't have to offer to drive home, do you? dengkus Paris.

"No need to trouble others. I also still need to take a walk around, not go straight home. Because it seems I don't want to go home sooner" Paris said with a smile.

"Don't come home too late in Paris. Your parents must be waiting for their daughter to come home from school on time" Mela advised. "Because I used to be like you. Lazy home. Always playing outside. Finally, my mom at home was confused because she was afraid of me for why."

"Yes, I know. Thank you for the offer, Mela. Daa ..." Paris waved her hand with a smile. Sandra and Fikar were still silent restlessly looking at Paris who was stepping away. Biema is not moving. He didn't say anything about who Paris was. This leaves both of them confused. Biema was still staring at the girl's back until it disappeared at the turn of the road.

"Damn it!" nagel Paris. I don't know why this curse is coming to his mind right now. "So the woman he met in the furniture was him. Mela. Well-favoured. I still have that face." With firm steps Paris walked while growling slowly. Riding innocent pebbles in front of him with a beaver.

"Sister-in-law? Huh! I'm not proud of that title. If Sandra wants Mela to be her sister-in-law, please .. please ..." Paris sneer. "What's so great about being a sister-in-law? It can't even give me freedom. Not even happiness can I feel." The lips of Paris continued to stir themselves while walking.

Even though he kept walking, his feet did not feel tired. He was far away from that place. He was also confused when he looked around. He was in a place he was not used to.

Suddenly lightning struck. The word Paris is granted. Some of our words are prayer. Thas right. Thick and black cloudiness immediately gathered above the sky. One by one the raindrops began to rain down on the earth. Soon Paris's feet ran around looking for shade. Damn, there is no proper shade.

"Buskey! The mouth does not know itself. Why ask for something unpleasant. There should be no need to ask for such a thing," whined Paris while still running to find a safe place. Finally, he also looked for shelter.

"Sit's at your place." A voice gave him the command to be silent. Surprised, Paris, desperate for shade, stopped. Suddenly, the raindrops no longer wet his body. The rain is getting heavier, not slower.

The head of Paris looked up. His eyeballs found a light blue umbrella overshadowing him from the rain. Someone standing behind him was paddling him. Wh who? Paris turned her head. A grey suit.

The biema?

"Why rain?" ask that voice. As Paris looked back and looked up, she found Biema holding an umbrella to protect her from the rainwater.

"Let my brain be cooler" replied Paris of origin. He looked back ahead.

"Are you hot?" ask Biema back. His body started to stand parallel to this girl.

"Yes, no. Why don't you ask me a quality question, anyway?!" spray Paris. "Why did it show up here anyway? Is your business not finished yet? Quickly go," drive Paris.

"I have no business."

"Don't joke. Obviously you were with Mela again. What was that? Lunch?" Paris forgot to remember what they were doing when she fought the snatcher.

"It's a job."

"Haha .. yes, yes, it is indeed a job. Whatever." After laughing, Paris immediately snorted. It's a sign he doesn't really want to laugh. He was scoffing.

"You should have agreed to me deliver. If so, you don't have to be this rain."

"Don't you care. Remember why we married, right? Forced. Why are you talking so much now?" Paris turned her head to the side with a hostile face. "When your mouth has always been silent. Weird."

"Oh, that's ..."

"If you can't talk, you don't have to show up now. So I can curse you as much as I can later. Not that you are also angry because I do not want to go home with your mother's house driver, and instead take Sandra for a walk together. Not half-and-half. If you're angry, be angry."

"I'm mad. Indeed indeed. But I'm angry not just because you don't come straight home."

"Continue what? Not that you gave me a warning to go home, but I ignored it, right?"

"I'm angry at you for worrying." A second after Biema finished her sentence, Paris' chest suddenly thumped. Something was going through his heart.