Companion To Paris
Mela visits

Mela actually showed up at Biema's house. His Nissan Juke car is neatly parked in the front yard of the house. Then this woman knocked on the door. The housekeeper opened the door. Then let her sit down while the maid calls Mama Biema.

"Mela." Appearing mama Biema from behind.

"Auntie." They also hugged.

"During time I did not meet. It's getting pretty, "praise mama Biema.

"Ah, Aunt can. Healthy aunt?"

"Heavyrska ... As you can see."

"Om healthy too, right?"

"Same. My mom is healthy too."

"Said Fikar, Biema is here?" ask Mela to go into the house. "Kok me call the same send a message not in reply?"

"Yes. Now he's still doing Sandra school."

"Isn't it noon?" Mela looked towards the watch on her wrist.

"Maybe still come by. Any promise with Biema?"

"No, but I need to. I also told you in a message. It's not in bales." Mela explained.

"Let's sit down first. Aunt still making drinks in the kitchen." Mama Biema.

"This aunt ... May Mela guest from afar."

"Now it is far away. Not aunt's neighbor anymore."

"Eh, yes .. yes ...." Mela chuckles. "Mela come aunty to the back. It's deserted here. Biema may be a long time," Mela said as she touched Biema's mother's arm.

"To the back?" asked Mama Biema while glancing into the house.

"Yes. Aunt must've cooked. Mela wants to taste the legendary Aunt's cuisine."

"What legend?" Mama Biema smiled. Actually he was reluctant to take Mela to the back, but because Mela was so good at taking heart, he finally invited Mela to the back as well.

As the two of them were walking, Mela's eyeballs accidentally saw someone passing by. His eyes were glued for a moment to look at that figure. But his hands still hugged the arms of Mama Biema.

"Tante, it looks like I saw someone I know" Mela said as she looked at Biema's mother. But his eyeballs occasionally looked in the same direction. In the direction of Paris passing by.

"You know all the aunt's families" replied Mama Biema while looking in the same direction.

"Oh yes, but I see ..."

"Eh, Paris," called Biema's mother when she could see the girl. Paris who had just come out of Biema's room turned his head. The deg! Two pairs of eyes looked at each other. Their views collide.

Paris, who already knew Mela would appear in this house, chose to greet her in-laws first rather than linger in shock at meeting Biema's past woman. Actually Paris deg-degan saw Mela appear. He's trying to be okay.

"Yes, Ma" said Paris who somehow felt more assertive and familiar this time. Paris's tail was fixed on the hand of Mela who was writhing on the arm of her in-laws. But Paris immediately looked straight ahead. Towards the confused woman.

Mama?! peekik Mela asked in her heart. His surprise grew bigger than before.

"It's okay, Ma. Paris also wants to chat downstairs." Mela's eyeballs are not separated from Paris.

"That's so ..." Mama Biema's hand touched her daughter-in-law's arm.

"Tante ... Do you know Paris?" ask Mela faltering. Mama Biema's head turned to Mela.

"Yes. Of course."

"He ... Emm ... Because she's Sandra's friend, Auntie must know." Mela found the answer to her own question. His lips smiled with satisfaction as he felt that the answer was correct.

"Paris was Sandra's friend at school, but Auntie knew Paris not only because of that. Isn't it Paris?" asked Mama Biema smiling at her daughter-in-law.

"Yes, Ma." Paris intentionally asserted firmly. Like mocking this woman. A moment after Paris replied, Mela realized one thing. Paris calls Mama Biema 'Ma'. He forgot about that.

"Paris called Aunty, mama?" Mela doesn't believe it.

"of course. Because he is ..."

"She's my wife, Mela." Biema's voice that appeared behind them made the eyes of these three women turn their heads. Because of the preoccupation of asking answers, Biema's arrival was not aware of them. "I told you at the time. Paris is not just a friend of Sandra's. She's my wife." Biema walked past Mela who was still holding her mother's arm and approached Paris. Standing right next to the girl.

"Your wife?" Mela was always surprised by this.

"Yes, Mela. You definitely don't know. Because our family deliberately held their wedding party in private. Not much is invited. Just a close relative." Mama Biema explained. "Come, Paris you're coming with mama. Mela said there needs to be the same Biema ..." Mama Biema had approached Paris to show Mela.

"See, I'm gonna change clothes first. Paris, come with me" pinta Biema.

"Change clothes?" mama Biema asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Yes" Biema said and pulled the arm of Paris. Then take her to their room. Paris confusion. He's like a grabbing agent.

"Yes, already. Get changed to Paris." Mama Biema just added sentences that are not actually needed. Mela was already quite surprised by the fact that Paris was Biema's wife. And it's not just Biema's wits to cover up her heartache had been rejected when asking to get married.

Biema's words about Paris are his wife in affirmative by his own parents. That means the girl is really Biema's legitimate wife!

"Change clothes? Not wrong, you want to change clothes should take me?" asked Paris this time despite knowing that her hand was pulled by Biema, she was quite silent.

"No. Why?" biema asked without looking at Paris who was walking slowly one step behind her.

"I'm sure you just want to make Mela jealous or something." Hearing this Biema paused without warning. His hand that pulled Paris's hand was also released. Until Paris was surprised and hit Biema's chest that had faced him. Paris grimaced and looked up. "Why did you suddenly stop walking, anyway?"

"Paris. I need to reiterate it here. I loved Mela once. I once asked her to marry me. That was my wish at the time. However, when I decided to marry you, that was the last time Mela became the person I once loved. So don't think anything I do has anything to do with my past with Mela."

Paris who had pursed his lips because of Biema's sudden rest, now slowly lowered his head. Biema's face was a little upset even though it was hidden.

"It was wrong ... If I, your husband, invite you to come with me for a change?" tanya Biema again closed the annoyance about Mela.

Paris did not answer. She's quiet. Biema who saw this sighed.

"If you want, I can also accompany you to change clothes." Suddenly Biema made a horrendous offer.

"What's? Don't say such an offer, Biem. I don't want to." Paris was grumbling. Biema smile. Paris is back to normal.

Seeing Paris speechless and bowed, he became pityed. The girl who was supposed to still wear the school uniform was stuck here. Paris, who could have had various answers to their debates, was silent. That means Paris is thinking about him and Mela. This girl just pretends not to care about her past and Mela. Actually he cares.