Companion To Paris
Biema Request

"No. I'm just here as an online food courier." Paris gave a strange reason.

"meaning?" Mela asked while frowning. He doesn't understand.

Biema put the spoon over her lunch spot. "You haven't left yet, Mela? Why come back?" biema asked in a normal tone. Intended to cut off Mela's astonishment due to Paris's answers and bad reasons.

If Paris is nervous about the sudden arrival of Mela, it is not the same as Biema who looks relaxed even though she was shocked too.

"I ... " Surprised to see Paris inside Biema's office, Mela seemed confused to answer Biema's question. "I'm looking for my phone that's missing here." Eventually Mela was able to gather her consciousness and immediately answer Biema's question clearly.

"really? I haven't seen your phone since." Biema's head looked around. It was meant to make sure that Mela's phone was completely left in her room. Paris did the same. He also wants to help.

"I'm sure I left my phone here, Biem."

"If so, you can find him. Please." Biema. This man stood up and looked. But the focus of Mela broke with Paris who remained sitting on the sofa.

"I was in a hurry to find my phone, but somehow my focus broke with Paris here." Mela straightened her back. Hearing this, Biema looked at Mela.

"Why?" ask Biema. Paris glanced silently at the two of them.

"What does this girl actually have for you?" Mela blatantly asked the meaning of the existence of Paris in Biema's office space.

"He brought me provisions."

"Employed? What's for?"

"Why are you asking the obvious, Mel? My lunch. No matter what your business is, you have no right to ask." Biema began to grow sultry with the interrogation of this woman. Hearing this Mela looked at Biema in disbelief.

"You look riled up. Did I make a mistake?" ask Mela. "I just asked." Mela feels like the wrong person here. Paris continued her lunch pretending not to care. Let them both argue.

"No. I'm it's okay. It's just that I don't agree to be asked what he's doing."

"Why? Don't you usually ask when I'm with someone? You always want to know what me and that guy are doing, let alone he's a guy. You also asked who he was. We usually ask each other questions, Biem." Mela explained something new. That they both turned out to be honest about who and what the purpose of someone with them.

Paris who was eating suddenly stopped. Something was strange in his ears. Biema who looked at him found that. He saw Paris a little surprised by Mela's words.

"I also want to know what you're doing with him. Her. Your sister's friend," added Mela.

Paris is in an unpleasant situation. Slowly he tidied up his container and stood up. Prepare to go.

Looks like I have to go, he murmured inwardly.

"I answered your question earlier, if I still ask I don't want to answer it" Biema said.

"It's not a question that needs a hard answer, Biem. Isn't he just your sister's friend? If you don't answer, I won't be angry. It's okay." Mela tried to neutralize the atmosphere that seemed to be starting to tense up. "I knew you wouldn't hide anything from me ...." Again. Mela's sentence made Paris stunned on her sofa.

"He's not just my sister's friend, he's ..."

"I have to go! Now!" suddenly shouted Paris. As if blocking Biema from telling the truth. Biema turned quickly towards Paris. So is Mela. Biema's eyes widened to see Paris.He knew the girl did not want many people to know about her married status.

"You don't have to go. Mela just wanted to take her phone and leave. About his question that is too detailed do not be in trouble."

"Hey ... What did you explain to him Biema?" Mela laughed awkwardly. Biema seems to explain that is important. This is unnatural. "You sound like you want to be mad at me, Biem. What's up?"

"No. I'm not mad."

"Don't touch me carelessly, Mel." Mela stunned.

"I didn't know you were so cold like this to me."

Paris is not going away. He just sat back down while leaning back. Also ... must have witnessed the incident just now. At that moment he felt something on his waist. Paris' body twisted and lowered. That's cellphone. Must have Mela.

"I found this. This is your phone, Mela?" exciting Paris on the couch. Mela and Biema looked over.

"Ah, yes it's my phone." Mela was about to approach to retrieve, but Biema immediately grabbed the phone in Paris' hands and gave it to Mela.

"It." Mela received the phone while still staring at Biema for a long time.

"Biem .. We're not fighting, are we?" search Mela. He felt Biema was frenzied. That was very awkward for him.

"No."

"I feel you're angry. Is it because I still can't accept your marriage invitation?"

Paris once again gasped. Biema asked her to get married? What then? Why is she the one who got married?

Mela's question this time inevitably made Paris freeze. His hands are neatly folded. Then clench firmly.

Goddamnit! So she married me after being rejected by Mela. This guy sucks.

"Stop bringing that up, Mel. I no longer had a problem with my request at that time. Don't always associate a lot with my desire to marry you. It's over."

"really?"

"Enough Mel, you need to stop talking about that. Paris!" yelled Biema who saw Paris move from the sofa and towards the exit as she argued about marrying Mela without permission. Paris angry! Biema immediately followed the girl from behind.

What's up with them? Mela looked at the two of them in confusion.

Meanwhile, outside the door Fikar was anxious. If Mela shows up and sees Paris with Biema, there will be many questions that the woman will ask.

He did not enter the room for fear of being angered by Biema having let the woman in while she was with Paris.

The girl was still reluctant to publicly know that they were married. Apart from having no love, she is still in school. Fikar remained standing at the door hoping anxiously for what was happening inside.

Brak! The door opened hard from the inside. Fikar was surprised to see Paris out of the room with an overcast face.

"Dance!" shout Biema. Fikar was even more surprised Biema came out with a shout.

"W-What's up, Biem?" ask Fikar to know.

"Please follow him. If I just keep following him he's gonna get mad at me."

"Good." Fikar doesn't understand what's going on. He hurried to follow Paris.

"Please take care of him, Fik!" yell Biema again. Looking at Biema's worried face, this was unusual. If so, then there is something important going on inside. What does this have to do with Mela? Did that woman make a move? Not that Biema had asked the woman to get married, it's just that somehow Mela did not want to.