Companion To Paris
Cell phones

"You coming, Paris?" The man stopped his work and looked up. "Sit ... Why are you still standing there?" biema told Paris who was still standing by the door. After getting permission, the girl's feet stepped towards the sofa. Then slap his back casually on the shoulder of the sofa.

Biema started to stand up and got closer to the sofa. He sat on the sofa.

"I didn't expect you to have any important needs, until you had to meet me at work. We can meet at the apartment later." Biema said it in a flat tone as usual.

"It's not me who has a need, but my mother" Paris denied.

"Mother? What's up?" Biema started to look at Paris seriously. If it is a need in-laws, then this need is very important.

"It's just something ordinary. Not an important thing."

"That's what?" biema asked while pointing to the bag that had been in her hand since then.

"this. This is my need to come here. Message from my mother." Paris started putting bags on the table. "A lunch."

"Will you have lunch?"

"Yes. Because your mama once made me stock, mother helped make you stock. Because of a meal, this has to be delivered right here."

"I'm disappointed. I think that's the stock you made for me."

Paris chuckles. "Don't fantasize. Are you not told that I cannot cook? Hence, marry people not to buy lions in sacks."

"Cat in sack you mean," Errata Biema.

"I don't like cats. The cat is sweet and obedient. I prefer the lion. Cool and strong" said Paris of origin.

"The lion only from the outside looks strong and violent, but in fact he is weak."

"Why are lions weak? Isn't he king of the jungle?"

"Because male lions are actually afraid of their mates." Paris frowned. Biema smile. He knew the girl in front of him was in confusion. Seeing that Paris knew this man was already working on him.

"You're pranking me, aren't you?"

"We'd better just eat the provisions of the mother."

"Not us, but you."

"I want to have lunch with you" Biema said half forcefully.

"Why the hell? Just eating can."

"It's for two people. There's no way I can spend it." Biema pointed towards the provisions that had been lined up neatly. And Biema's words are true. Apparently the mother deliberately brought provisions to eat two people. That means he told Biema to have lunch with him.

Mother is just there.

"alright. I eat too." The spoon has also been provided with two pieces. This makes it easier for them to eat right away.

"Where's your school?"

"Why ask that? Just like a parent" grunts Paris.

"I don't have many questions for you. Besides today there's no commotion you've made, so I didn't ask about it. And .. It's not that I'm older than you."

"Oh, yes I forgot. You're an old man who likes young girls. Hahaha ..." Paris laughed at Biema. Hearing this scorn, Biema did not react much. Paris did not like this man not to be provoked. When Biema's spoon wants to scoop up vegetables, Paris tries to block her with her spoon.

"What's wrong?" ask Biema astonished.

"Please take it if you can" challenge Paris. He was bored apparently. So want to play around.

"You want to play with me? Want to start a fight?" challenge Biema back. It seems he began to follow the behavior of Paris which is sometimes still childish.

Then there was a war of taking food. Until their bodies finally have to lean forward if they do not want to lose. Paris who realized that their faces were so close blinked. A bit of confusion that Biema was staring at him from this close distance.

Paris moved his face away. But Biema suddenly held her arm. Until his body could not stay away.

"What?" ask Paris. But the man was silent. It's increasingly a moment of panic and nervousness for Paris. "Take my hand off. We're eating, Biem," sizzled Paris. This man is still silent. Finally Paris chose to look straight at Biema. "Do you want to kiss me?" ask Paris in annoyance. He deliberately said so to keep Biema away.

"Yes" Biema replied slowly and seriously. This answer makes the eyeballs of Paris buy. He was stunned to hear the answer from this man. Although he himself asked that, but he did not expect that Biema would answer him seriously.

"Biema, I ..." Suddenly the door opened and Mela entered. Paris and Biema looked at each other. "What's up here?" asked Mela stunned.

A few minutes before Mela came in.

Fikar closed the door of Biema's room after the girl entered. He knew he couldn't be there. Even though they were both labeled as husband and wife because they were forced to, it did not mean that Fikar would join them.

He chose to go back to his own room. Simultaneously, Mela appeared who inexplicably returned.

Mela! Why is he back again? Didn't Biema say that the business with her was done?

"Hei Fikar," said Mela as usual friendly and sweet.

"Is there a need?" ask Fikar wonder.

"Yes. I have to sign the cooperation agreement."

"Isn't it done?"

"really. However, my phone is staying inside."

"Inside?" ask Fikar. Mela nodded.

"Biema's still in the room, isn't she?" Mela pointed at Biema's door.

"Yes, but .. isn't it left somewhere else? Maybe you forgot to put it somewhere other than Biema's room."

"Emm .. I guess, I just came to Biema's room this morning until just now. So I'm sure my phone must have been left there."

"Have you called your number yet? To anticipate. It's possible Biema will accept and she intends to keep it until you come."

"You forgot that my phone's in Fikar?" ask Mela wonder. How stupid is Fikar. Because of panic he had to think superficially.

"Ah, yes ... Haha."

"Emmm .. You are this. If my phone's missing, obviously I can't call, can I?"

"I'll try to call you on my phone."

"no need. Its alright. He said it was lunch time. So if I go back she's definitely not busy" Mela said, continuing to step inside Biema's room.

"Wait, Mela!" prevent Fikar panic. But the woman held the door and opened it. "I don't know ...," sighed Fikar.

"Biema, I ..." Suddenly the door opened and Mela entered. Paris and Biema who were still close together looked at each other. Mela's eyeballs glanced towards Paris who was still sitting on the sofa while leaning forward. Their bodies are very close. "Paris?" asked Mela in astonishment.

Paris forced Biema to take her hand off. Biema took off her grip. The body of this girl became straight again. Then flaunting his row of teeth, "Hmmm .. yeah."

"Why are you two here?"  asked Mela surprised.

"I'm not alone" Paris said.

"Same Sandra? Where's?" This woman was busy looking to her right and left to look for Biema's sister. But there is no. "Sandra doesn't exist? You came here with Sandra, right?" ask Mela trying to give the right reason for the appearance of this girl here. I mean he wants to make sure for himself that's the reason that definitely brought Paris. Not for any other reason.