Companion To Paris
You mad?

"I'm looking for you" Biema said, starting to talk about her goals. Paris wants to look towards Biema this time.

"Yes. Seeing you have to come here, it means you are looking for me" Paris said, nodding. He knew this man must be heading here because he was looking for him. Even involving her brother to find her.

"I know you're angry" Biema said.

"No," cut Paris fast. His eyes stared at Biema sharply. He did not want to be accused of being angry even though he had a chance to rise in blood when he thought that this man married him just because his marriage invitation was rejected by the person he loved.

"really? Then why did you leave when I spoke to Mela earlier?"

"I don't deserve to be there when you're having a private conversation with Mela." Paris said firmly while leaning forward. Showing that he is just a new person who does not need to participate in their personal conversation.

"That's nothing personal to me anymore, Paris."

"Eitherway. I feel it's very personal. I don't deserve to know." Then back to sitting back in a chair while breathing out.

"If you're nobody, you have no right to take care of such a thing, but .. You are now my wife." Hearing Biema say the word 'wife', Paris' body became goosebumps. The word is still not acceptable.

"I've asked Mela to marry me." Biema. Paris took a glass of juice and drank it. He looked at the other table. "That hurt you?"

"I told you I wasn't angry. So .. obviously it doesn't hurt me" Paris said. This time also through the glare of his eyes he said it was true.

Biema looked at his wife for a long time. He wants to keep talking about the sudden departure of Paris as well as the words of Mela about her who invites marriage. But seeing Paris insist on denying he was not angry, Biema chose not to discuss again.

"Thank God if you're not hurt by Mela's talk." Biema sighed and sipped avocado juice on the table. A moment of silence.

"So he .. the person you once loved?" paris asked slowly, but was able to make Biema stunned. This girl denied leaving without saying goodbye because of her and Mela. But right now he wants to know about it too. "Just ask. Not very curious. If you don't want a story it's okay." Paris was reluctant again while shaking hands.

"Yes. He's the one I've ever loved." Biema has admitted. Paris nodded in understanding. Now after having a chance to talk with Arga, the anger of Paris reduced. He felt that everyone had a past. Includes Biema.

Then about him who was angry at the feeling of not fitting. When her lips spoke bluntly about her only being forced to marry, Biema did not react much. The man treated himself well. Not like him.

However, he was still upset if he was just an escape. That feels a... less cool!

"I'm glad to see you're okay. I was worried, Paris." Paris's eye beads glanced. At this time Biema's face does look relieved. Different from earlier. The face was panicked and anxious.

"I'm tough. I will always be fine" said Paris proudly.

"I knew. I know that." Biema smile. Then suddenly his hands stretched out and rubbed the head of Paris.

"Eh?" Paris. He looked at Biema again with his eyeballs. "Let go of your hand" said Paris quietly. Biema let go of her hand while smiling. This girl always started to look ferocious when she started touching him.

"I understand. Want to add more doughnuts?" tawar Biema saw the donut was only two pieces. Paris shakes. His mouth is full of donuts.

At that time, there were some Parisian friends who were also hanging out in the mall. They flashed in front of the outlet where Paris and Biema were.

"Eh, isn't that Paris?" A girl looks into the outlet. The other two friends who were walking at the side turned their heads.

"Where?" They go looking for the girl their friend meant.

"Thuuu .. who is again the same guy in the suit," pointed him to the scuffles because his friends could not find Paris. After trying to research again what his friend meant, they could only see that it was Paris.

"Eh, yes. He's Paris. Waduh, so romantic until the man rubbed the cheeks all. So it's like a Korean drama."

"Two? Meaning gentlemen?"

"Yes. Look around." Everyone looked towards the man sitting in a suit.

"Not fathers. That's om-om kali ..."

"Yes .. could be a young father."

"Decided from Kak Lei so moved to pursue om-om that. His taste changed drastically. Looks like om-om's rich."

"Hey, he's a rich kid too. Why chase rich om-om."

"It is precisely because she is rich, so rich nyari also dong."

"Is Paris really rich?"

"I don't know. Said his classmate, that's it."

Paris is watching tv on the couch. While Biema was working on something on her laptop. He sat on the couch to the right of Paris. Not like the usual days. This time Biema was at home.

Since Mela's incident at that time, Biema has often been at home. Often he takes work home like this time.

"Company owner why is it so hard to bring work home?" ask Paris for a prank.

"Yet. I'm not yet the owner of the company. I'm still an employee there" Biema said without taking her eyes off the laptop. "Therefore, I must keep working. Anyway ... " Biema looked up at Paris who was also looking at her. Paris's eyeballs blinked. "I have a wife I have to pay for her life. So I have to be more diligent going forward."

Damnit. Very clever man makes ge-er.

"What's financing? Pocket money does not exist. I even got some money from you" Paris picked up while hugging a couch cushion.

"You want me to give you pocket money? Money shopping?" ask Biema.

"of course. Said you wanted to pay for my life?" challenge Paris.

"OKAY. From now on, you can ask me directly if you need money." Paris only snorted to see Biema insist on being a good husband.

Yep. He did need to show Mela that being his wife was really happy. He wants to show off, Paris sneer in his heart.

Biema's phone is ringing. Biema's hand grabbed it from the table.

"Hello, Ma." Apparently it was Biema's mom. Paris moved her eyes to look at the tv. Let Biema talk on the phone. "Yes .. Good news. Paris?" Hearing her name, Biema turned to Paris. "Want to talk to Paris?" The eyes widen and are about to blur. "He was beside me. Yes ...." But Biema had already thrust her phone at the girl.

In the heart of Paris grieved. But finally he received a cellphone spoon from Biema without saying a word.

"Yes. Hello, Ma." Paris tried to speak reasonably as a son-in-law. "Me and Biema .. uh, Biema's sister is always healthy." Paris nervous. Make it unpleasant to hear when calling Biema the same age as Arga just by name. Hearing the name of the sister, Biema was surprised. Actually it is not only Biema who was surprised, Paris herself in her frenzied heart called the frills 'sister' in front of Biema's name.

Biema's eyeballs continued to look at Paris who was talking on the phone. Lips smile. Looks like she's intrigued to hear Paris call her Biema's sister.