Companion To Paris
Sib

"You guys?" ask Paris while biting a donut with matcha topping. (Matcha flavor is thicker or creamier than green tea. This is not the same as green tea)

"Yes. You and Biema. Isn't it now your problem is her and your marriage?" ask Arga. Paris chewed on the soft doughnut in the mouth and then looked at her brother.

"Sister Arga knows from brother Asha, huh?"

"Well .. know where else. What he knows, I should know too. His name is also husband and wife."

"And I told you not to tell Brother Arga."

"The husband of the wife should be open to each other and tell stories. Although there are also things that do not need to be told. Kudu slash-blade too. If anything is told it will not be fun as well. If you are an important story because you are my sister. So he's obliged to tell a story," explained Arga Long. "Your face is tangled because of him? The Biema?" guess Arga again.

"More or less yes." Paris confessed while plucking donuts again.

"Why him? Or why your own?"

"It's okay."

"Is it okay to make your face wrinkle?"

"Just so ..." Paris refused to tell. There was no way she would confide in Biema who married her because she was disappointed at the rejection of a woman. According to Paris it could be a conflict that widens everywhere. He does need to vent, but if you have to tell Arga it's a little dangerous.

"You still haven't accepted her to be your husband?" Arga seemed to understand that his sister was not comfortable telling me about it.

"Hhh ..." Paris took a breath.

"I know what it's like to be married, but I don't understand what it's like to be married without love. That's obviously not good." Arga commented.

"Have you figured out why I don't defend my soul mate, sister?!" Paris protested.

"The decision is with Mom and Dad. Then what can sister do? Besides, if you are too involved in this mother's hobby, you don't want anything later with Asha," said Arga.

"Why be Asha's sister?" Paris's forehead wrinkled up to get a strange answer from her brother.

"Just like that" said Arga did not want to continue. Because actually he also has no answer to answer the question Paris. He just talks. "So if I think, you will always feel continuous heartache to Biema because of this matchmaking. If possible advice, mending you make peace with the same feelings of dislike you to Bima."

"Ih, Brother Arga is a supporter of Biema anyway."

"Because he's okay to be your husband. Mapan, by the way polite ngawur, love the same family and last that is not less ok ... He's handsome just like me." Paris's face was instantly sour. Her lips were piercing hearing Biema in the same likeness as her brother.

"Religion ... Similar dirimananya? Biema is so much more cute and cool than Arga. He's tall, he's taller," defended Paris. Arga smile. Again Paris did not accept Biema was defeated by him. Arga knows that. He was just a little girl.

"Once, yes ... So Biema is superior to big brother dong."

"Yes, yeah. Take a pake."

Apparently Paris was already stuck with Arga's question. This made Arga a little relieved. He did not have to know in detail what happened to the two of them. Although still young, Paris is already married. If there was a slight problem with Biema in brought a frown, it would not be resolved properly.

Arga just drove Paris to be more relaxed. Whatever the case, they should be able to solve both. Because the problem arises because of them.

According to Arga himself, Biema's decision to marry Paris was heavy. There must be something that needs to be sacrificed in order to make two families happy. So she ignored her own happiness obediently to her parents. That's a plus from a guy named Biema.

"Yes. He's with me. The Mall." Arga replied to a message from Asha. It's possible that his wife got a call from Biema.

"Biema nelfon, Paris again." Turns right. Biema must be looking for this girl to her parents' house.

"Yes. Tell him to come to the mall immediately. I'm still with him" Arga replied.

"Yes. Thank you, dear ... mmuach."

There's a kiss emoticon in there. Makes Arga smile happily. Paris who saw so shook his head.

"Be careful if it's not Asha's sister. His smiles are suspicious" threatened Paris who saw a smile on her sister's lips.

"Hey, where is it possible. Asha is the best. No need to start another. Part of the struggle he was hard. Why need to be wasted. Big brother's loss." Arga took out a glass filled with cold drinks and sipped it.

"Goodoo. True men are so. Must loyal. Minimum responsibility should equal initial commitment. Had struggled hard, yes I should be lived with all my heart." Paris is advising.

"Yes ...Miss," said Arga in jest. Again he rubbed his sister's head. "You're getting bigger, but you're getting spoiled."

"Switch what's up. Not at all" protested Paris.

"Although spoiled if there is already a husband, nothing. It was her husband who was responsible for the manjain," said Arga while sipping another drink.

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Fikar passed by Mela as he was about to head for Biema's room. Mela's smile was not as usual. It was likely that something had happened inside earlier. Fikar shifted his focus to Biema. He rushed to the room.

Not yet able to get into the room, Biema had already appeared at the door. He also wants to get out.

"Sorry, Biem. I can't find Paris." Fikar immediately told. "He's gone."

"Disappeared? Disappeared how do you mean?" biema asked while frowning in annoyance.

"I was chasing after him when you told me to. It seemed like he was dashing about in a hurry and quickly. I can't find him. It's likely that he got off and got out of the building. Because when I asked security below. They could see it."

He told me about Paris that Biema couldn't find. As it was designed earlier. Because if not designed, Fikar will be hassles. In fact, the girl did not meet, but ran away from her supervision. He couldn't have said that if he wanted to be safe from Biema's rampage.

Biema was silent as she sighed. His call has not been answered by Paris. The girl was made sure to be angry because of Mela's words.

Paris would not want to be found. He called the girl's phone repeatedly. As usual, it was never responded by Paris. Biema closed her eyes in annoyance.