Companion To Paris
Disappear

Paris is moving faster than usual. He wants to get out of this building. Looking for a new atmosphere that can make him forget about the incident earlier. A short incident that made him not think long to go without saying goodbye.

After taking a quick step, he forgot one thing. He didn't poultice properly the whole street of this building. Eventually, he got lost and confused.

Damnit damnit! Where am I at this? murmured Paris after realizing that he forgot if he did not understand the ins and outs of the building.

"For wanting to beat up someone I'd have to dart away. I don't know which way to take me out." Paris spoke for himself with great contempt. "Had I been sane, I knew I had to take the elevator to get to the ground floor."

"Who's out of his mind, Paris?" scold someone. Paris looked back.

"Sir Lei."

"Don't tell me this time you're really lost?" tanya Lei looked at the look on the confused face of this girl.

"Goddessa ... Why do you know I'm here?" ask Paris who was amazed this man found him again. Aside from being shocked, he also needed to calm his sense of pleasure to see Lei who was now a man.

"I saw you pass by quickly. I try to follow. What's up?"

"Huh? What's up?" ask Paris for wonder. He did not understand the meaning of this ex.

"I saw you were .. fucked." Paris's eye beads gnawed. He knew? He realized?

"T-no. I'm not fucked up. I'm fine."

"really?" search Lei.

"really. I can't be fucked up in this weird place. Lei, why do you think so?" Paris laughed just to hide her embarrassment and nervousness. Also hiding the fact that he was angry because of Biema and Mela.

"Because I know, Paris. Didn't I ever understand you?"

Okay. Paris is ashamed to be found lost. So he tried to divert the look of his embarrassed face through laughing. Then he also had to hide about her being angry because of Biema and Mela. Paris can do that. However, hearing Lei say so, Paris could no longer hide her red hue. Suddenly he blushed.

Bussyet! This is beyond estimates. Paris looked down.

"Are you okay, Paris?" tanya Lei approached out of worry. Paris.

"No. I just didn't think I'd get lost." Paris chose to admit to being lost rather than the red hue on her face clearly visible.

"Where was senior Fikar?" Lei turned to the right to the left. Looking for the last figure of Fikar with Paris.

"He is ..."

"Paris! I'm looking for you!" fikar shouted towards the two of them.

"Yes .. she was looking for me." Paris opened the cards in the end. Smile caught.

"Meet you again, Lei." Fikar looked towards Lei. This man nodded. "Paris, where have you been? Biema ..." Paris immediately shut Fikri's mouth quickly. Lei surprised. Moreover, Fikar who was directly silenced by Paris with his hands.

"What's up, Paris? Why are you being disrespectful to senior?" lei asked. Actually Paris wanted to encourage this man to stay away but hearing Lei's advice, Paris collapsed.

"Ah, forgive me, senior Fikar I'm sorry," said Paris after releasing his hands on the mouth of Biema's subordinate. This time he apologized while bowing over and over again. Fikar rubbed his mouth while looking at Paris in annoyance.

"You are this ..." said Fikar growled.

"Yes. He was most likely lost." Fikar. "Let's go back to Paris" asked Fikar. Paris had to follow. Because he didn't want Lei to know about him.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Spirit, Paris!" yelled Lei cheering. Really, Paris was happy to hear Lei talk just now. Especially his words earlier. It made itself float.

"Why lookin' for me?" tanya Paris changed the timid fashion in front of Lei earlier with a serious face.

"It must be because of Biema. It's impossible to find you without cause."

"I mean why did he have to tell you to look for me? He doesn't have to. He still has to take care of the woman. Mela."

"I don't know. But for sure, he has to find you. Because you're his wife."

"Heh, wife ...," grunts Paris. "It just feels weird. Her. Men who are not from the class of ugly, less established or impotent men why suddenly forced to marry me like this?"

"Hey, why does a girl like you know what impotence means?" Fikar looked at Paris with surprise, wonder and amazement. "You maniac, dad? Or you and Biema already .... " Fikar's mind drifted everywhere.

"Stop! What are you thinking, huh?!" paris's screams are upset. Fikar. Like underestimating the statement of the two of them who are said to be married for not love. "Yes. I'm a fighting maniac! I can beat you up now so you can get work insurance because of a work accident" Paris said clutching Fikar's shirt.

"Hey, release. I know you're also a whiz like Biema." Fikar tried to remove Paris from his shirt. "Surely, obviously he'll have to find you Paris. Why be a whistle? Because Mela?" guess Fikar while starting to walk beside Paris.

"I'm not feeling bad? No need to feel bad. I'm angry," hiss Paris disagreed.

"angry? Why angry? What makes you angry?" ask Fikar curiously. Suddenly Paris's body was silent. His feet stopped not stepping. Fikar who walked looked astonished. Then he stopped. "Why stop? Biema called me right away!"

Goddamnit!! Why am I angry? Right said Fikar. Why am I angry? Why would Biema want to marry Mela? Not that he has a lot of past. I can't be angry. Yep. I have no right to be angry. Paris calmed his heart.

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

Mela's sentence in Biema's room continues to ring in Paris' head. This makes this girl go back up in blood.

"Aarr!" erang Paris is furious. Fikar was shocked until his body tiptoed. Somehow remembering it made him even more angry. No matter how absurd, he still wanted to get angry because of that sentence.

In front of the elevator door.

"Fik, sorry to make you so hard. Tell Biema you can't find me because I'm out of this building."

"Hey!" After saying that Paris immediately darted towards the elevator door. Then he disappeared with the elevator that had started to come down. "That girl .." sighed Fikar.

Meanwhile in Biema's room after Paris' departure.

Biema came back into the room with an angry face. Then find Mela pensively on the sofa. Seeing Biema appear he turned his head while staying seated.

"I don't think you're back. I thought you left me here alone a little confused what's really going on with all this?" Mela's eyes widened feeling her incomprehension.

"Why do you need to discuss my request again at that time? Demand invites you to marry," asked Biema with anger glittering in her eyes.