Companion To Paris
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This is the first time Paris has visited Biema's workplace. He who had just known this man did not really understand about her.

"I told Biema that you came to the office" Fikar said as he typed a message on Biema.

"Actually it is not necessary. I'm not an important guest." Fikar looked up and turned to Paris who was walking beside him. How could this woman not be such an important guest. Not in the wife of the son of the owner of this company?

"That's my job. I'll take you to his office." Fikar guided Paris to the top floor. Where Biema's office is. In the elevator, Paris stood while hugging the provisions brought by her mother. One by one, people get on the elevator. Until Fikar and Paris were originally both now crowded.

Surely he did not want to come here, but because the mother asked, he ignored his reluctance.

The elevator doors open on the floor before reaching the top floor. Some women stood in front of the elevator. Then they come in and talk.

"See the woman?"

"Yes knows. The same Mr Biema?

"He-uh. Maybe that's Mr. Biema's candidate. Wife-to-be."

"Looks," said another woman. "It used to come here a lot." Paris and Fikar who were standing at the back of themselves immediately reacted upon hearing the name. Maybe those women didn't know there was a Biema confidant in the back. So they talk about their superiors freely.

Wife-to-be? Not that Biema's wife is standing here ... Fikar looked to the side. See how the response Paris heard that. The girl was looking ahead. Towards the two women who were talking about Biema. He must have heard their conversation.

One by one they got out of the elevator. Until only Paris and Biema.

"They don't know if it's me and you" Fikar said suddenly. Fikar meant to make a relaxed state.

"What?"

"Those who are talking about Biema's candidate."

"I don't care."

"good. I hope so." Fikar flicked his finger. He felt sorry for Paris. But with a relaxed Parisian style, Fikar brushed off the pity.

Who says Paris is relaxed and not listening? He heard that. The heartache may not be, it's just that he's curious. Which woman is called Biema's future wife? The mind of Paris could not think of anywhere else but Mela.

"Biema's room is on the edge?" ask Paris after the elevator doors open.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Did I not bother him? It's possible that he's receiving an important guest or something." Suddenly Paris ciut.

"I tried calling him again." Fikar pressed the call button.

"What's wrong?" This time Biema picked up the phone.

"Paris is here" whispered Fikar. Biema's eyeball glanced. He was with Mela. Not being chatting. He's working. "Biem .." scolded Fikar because there was no answer there.

"Stay there. I'll be done soon."

"All right."

"Is he still busy?" ask Paris.

"Yes. He asked you to wait a minute."

"alright. Can I walk around for a minute? Tell me if Biema's not busy." Paris immediately stepped away.

"Do you know this company? I'm afraid you're lost. Biema can be mad at me." Fikar widened his eyes imagining Biema being angry at him.

"If I get lost I can call you. Give me your cell phone number." Fikar agrees. He mentioned a number of numbers. Then Paris tried to call the number given by Fikar. "That's my number. I'm leaving." This time Paris really went from there. The supply place given by the mother is still in tenteng by her hand.

Everyone was a little surprised to see that there was a girl in school uniform walking around in their company.

"That, lost child? How alone here? Still wearing school uniforms, too."

"Call the security guard, gih. He was lost once."

"The time of the child is already big is the wrong address yes. Want to play so stray over here ..." Hearing this they laughed.

"Hey! Can you ask the girl who she's actually looking for? It's a pity that he's lost." A man sitting in front of his computer nodded.

At that time a man who was working in front of the photocopier also turned his head because of the loud noise just now. His eyes narrowed at Paris who was calmly looking around.

"Paris ...," hiss this man was stunned. "Why is he here?" The employee was about to move and go out to meet Paris, but this man prevented.

"Let me ask him. I seem to know." This employee nodded and sat down again to do something in front of the computer. After putting the copy paper on the table, he came out.

"Paris," she said softly. Paris' body twisted and faced him.

"Sir Lei," said Paris stunned. Lei's smile expanded. This made Paris' hands tidy up her hair involuntarily. His chest was also pounding. Since then it has not been a mess. Paris suddenly became nervous.

"I'm sure it's you." Lei said that still with a smile on his lips. Paris smiles. "Why can it be here? Who are you with?" Lei looked to the right and left. Look around. Find out who this girl is with.

"Oh that ... This is Sandra's family's company."

"Sandra's your best friend?" lei asked in surprise. Paris nodded.

"I just found out."

"Sir Lei is at work?" asked Paris who saw Lei was dressed neatly.

"Internship. I'm still in college."

"Oh ..."

"You're healthy, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thank God. It's good to see you again, Paris," Lei said with sparkling eyes. Paris is wrong. His chest was pounding again. "Especially you want to answer me." It seems that Lei is very happy to be able to talk to his former lover. After they separated, Paris did try to avoid this man.

"Dance!" This time it's a call from Fikar. Both look at the guy. Chief Lei nodded. Greeting politely. Fikar also nodded in acceptance of Lei's greeting. "Why not pick up your phone?" ask Fikar worriedly. Paris reached into his pocket. Is correct. There's a Fikar name there. He called her repeatedly.

"Sorri. I can't hear it." In addition to the sound of the ringing so slow, Paris was also in a conversation with Lei. Ignoring the incoming phone.

"Come, we'll go to Biema's room."

"Yes. Brother Lei, I'm sorry .." said Paris to Lei. Chief Lei nodded in understanding.

"You know?" fikar asked in shock to see Paris greeting Lei intimately.

"She's my junior high school senior." Lei explained. Fikar only nodded accepting the explanation from Lei.

"It has. Come on, let's go." Paris immediately took Fikar away from there. Lei still looked at the girl's back. His lips smiled happily.

"I can see you again, Paris .." muttered Lei and immediately returned to his room.

Paris is escorted by Fikar to return to Biema's room.

"So he's free? No more guests?" ask Paris.

"Yes. It's lunchtime anyway. Guests should know themselves too."

Biema's room was not far from where Paris had met her ex, so they could arrive soon. Fikar opened the door to Biema's room.

"Come in ... Biema is inside" Fikri said. Paris walked in. He found the man sitting in his chair. Busy doing something. Paris looked around the room.