Companion To Paris
Looking for Paris

His call has not been answered by Paris. The girl was made sure to be angry because of Mela's words. After repeatedly calling Paris for no answer, Biema again had to call her family. This time he called Asha. The closest person to the girl.

"Paris isn't here. He was here to take lunch for you made by the mother. After that yes .. don't come back here again. Didn't he go back to your apartment or office? Food can't take long. So I thought I'd bring that food to you soon

"Yes ... He went to my office, but now ..." Asha knew something was up. Immediately he cut Biema's sentence to spare her from any uncomfortable talk.

"I asked Arga. Maybe he went there. I'll have a chat later, he's either there or he's not."

"alright. Thank you" Biema said, ending her conversation.

"What's inside?" asked Fikar who was still beside him slowly.

"Mela."

"He did it?" guess Fikar.

"Eitherway. It's purposely throwing a tantrum or unintentionally."

"What about you asking her to marry you?" guess Fikar's right.

"Yes." Yeah." Fikar widens the eyes. Is it possible that Mela discussed that knowing that Paris was Biema's wife? I don't know ...

Biema's phone vibrates. There's a message coming in from Asha. He tells her that the girl is with Arga at the mall.

"Thank you" Biema replied. "I have to pick up Paris. Please stay here, Fikar."

"I don't need to drive?" tawar Fikar's.

"No. I have to finish this. I have to go alone. It doesn't have to be accompanied by you."

"alright. Here's the car keys." Fikar handed Biema the car keys. But the man refused.

"No. I'm using my own car."

"alright. Hopefully soon you can conquer your wife's heart." Fikar gives encouragement.

"Oh, yeah. Don't forget."

"Yes?" ask Fikar who feels this is an important message. That's why he looked at Biema seriously.

"Please clear the supply place on the table. There may be some leftovers. Although I actually had to finish the food made by my in-laws, but this time I had to hurry. You can throw it away and please .. wash it clean."

Fikar.

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Biema's shiny black Volkswagen Golf GTI stops at the Arga family's spacious parking lot. Biema's appearance is still complete with a suit that fits on his tall body, as well as his strong jaw with a little sideburns growing neat there, giving the impression of being manly and dashing. All of that made many eyes look at him in amazement. Especially the women.

Biema's feet stepped firmly into the wide hallway of the mall. Biema sent a message to her sister-in-law, Arga. Told him he had entered the front door of the mall.

"I worked hard earlier. So I can deliberately relax now, right?" Arga showed he had the right to do that.

"Ayeah?" Paris' lips are throbbing. "More. You should have protested that your boss was stalling his lunchtime." Paris provoked Rendra who had been very calm since.

"Mr Arga is my boss. I have no right to protest as long as it is not a fatal mistake. After all, it is lunchtime" said Rendra while being polite to his superior sister.

"Ah, Rendra is not fun." Paris has no allies. Arga looked to the right and left. According to the message sent by Biema, the man had already arrived inside the mall. He is currently heading to the outlet where he and Paris are located.

"It seems like it's time for me to work again, Paris," Arga said after seeing Biema pass through a glass wall outside the outlet. Rendra. She knew that her master was waiting for Biema, Paris' husband. Arga was just trying to secure this girl from escaping. "Are you still here or with me?" tawar Arga while standing. Rendra stood up as well.

Paris shakes. "No. I still have to finish this donut."

"All right then. I want to work again."

"Wait." Arga who was about to leave stopped.

"What?"

"Love me some money. Maybe I still need some other food." Paris's palm was open asking for money from her brother.

"no need. I can give it," said Biema who was standing near Arga. Paris's eye-catching bead was shocked to see this man coming. His hands were still hanging in the air.

"Ah, Biema's. It turns out you're here. Mercifully. I have to get back to work. Paris I leave it to you." Arga did not take out the wallet. He also has no intention of taking out his wallet. Because he knew Biema had already gotten into the outlet and approached him. It's just an excuse. "Sister's back in the office, Paris."

Paris still could not say anything. He was still shocked by the appearance of Biema right in front of him. But he was able to lower his hand that looked up at Arga.

"May all be well." Arga patted his sister-in-law's shoulder. Biema did not take her eyes off the sitting Paris. Arga started walking away from their table. "Come, Rendra. We're back at work."

"Good, Sir." Rendra followed Arga's steps beside him.

"Thank you, Ga."

"okay." Biema and Paris are now. Biema's eyeballs remained staring at Paris who chose to look the other way. The girl refused to look ahead.

Biema's hand pulled the chair and sat down. The mouth of Paris continued to chew the doughnut that was immediately greedy when Biema turned to Arga for a moment. He tried to shake off the nervousness that attacked him.

Biema's eye beads glanced towards the donut box which only stayed half a box of donuts. Then switch to a cold drink next to the box. The drink is over.

Biema called the worker who passed by and had a conversation. The worker nodded. Biema looked back at Paris in front of her. The girl had not looked at him. He was still busy chewing the doughnuts and looking the other way.

"Do you like donuts?" tanya Biema started their awkward meeting. Paris simply nodded without needing to make a sound. With eyes looking the other way. "Why are you eating with a cane?" biema asked as she approached and cleaned the brown marks on the corner of Paris' lips with her fingertips. Paris gasps. His eyeballs looked at Biema's face that was very close to him. "Even if it's really for me it's cute." The heart of Paris is racing.

An employee came to bring two avocado juices awkwardly. The official saw Biema's attitude just now. Then smiled blushed while looking down.

"Sorry, the drink," said the employee inevitably had to interrupt the sweet moment just now. Biema looked over and smiled.

"I ordered avocado juice. It seems like your drink is running out" Biema said as she sat back down. After that, the drinks ordered were placed on the table. Paris. Still surprised by the man who cleaned the melted chocolate on the tip of his lips earlier.

"Thank you." After Biema said that, the clerk went to bring his tramp.