Companion To Paris
Feel excluded

Bu De Biema who appeared from the door saw Mela who was walking with Biema. "Mela!" pekik Bu de surprised.

"Lho, Miss De." Mela was also surprised to see Biema's mother's brother here. They came closer and embraced each other. Paris saw that.

They are familiar, yes ... Whether it's the same mama Biema or the other family, the inner Paris. There is a sense of isolation.

"Oh, you just change." Bu De watched Mela from top to bottom while holding this woman's arm. "Now so successful ..." Mela smile. "Also more beautiful. Isn't that right, Biem?" added Bu de make Paris immediately turned his head quickly towards Biema. This girl wanted to know how Biema responded to that question.

Suddenly Paris was tense waiting for the man's answer. Heart's pounding. Mama Biema also watched as her daughter-in-law turned to her son. He will take the initiative to answer. Representing Biema would likely be awkward if it were to answer that question.

"That's ..."

"All beautiful women. Because there's no way he's handsome." Diplomatic answers came out of Biema's lips. Snatched the voice of his mother who was about to help answer. Mama Biema breathed a sigh of relief. That answer did not side with any stronghold. That's perfectly natural. Not relevant to personal feelings. Just a general opinion.

After saying that, Biema turned to Paris. The girl looked down at the fruit she was holding. Biema knew that she was watching her wife.

"Ah, Biema's. You're good at funny." Bu De hit his nephew's arm slowly. Mela saw this man. He found a sense of reluctance when answering that question. Although it was just a joke that could be answered casually, Biema did not want to do it. This guy seems reluctant to deal with her.

There is a dislike for Mela to see Biema's attitude. But then he nodded slowly. Convince yourself that he has no right to feel that.

Biema took Mela to the reading room. Mela followed him from behind.

"Please sit down." Biema invited this woman to sit down. Mela sits on the couch. "What are you going to talk about?" biema asked while shaking her legs.

"So .. are you really married?" A question Biema felt was wrong.

"I asked about work, Mel." Biema.

"Yes. I did come because of work, but I can still ask about other things, right?" ask Mela. Biema. "Before you say love and ask me to get married, we are friends. We're neighbors. So I asked with my capacity as a friend."

"Yes. I've been telling you since you asked me who Paris is. She's my wife." Biema obeyed Mela's wishes.

"You ... actually married her for loving her?" ask Mela trying to dig deeper about Biema's feelings. Biema's bead eyes looked at Mela straight.

"What do you want to know about Mela? You have no right to ask me about my feelings. We're nobody anymore. Even if you use your card as a neighbor and childhood friend, you have no right." Biema realizes this woman wants to explore deeper.

"What if I asked as the person you once loved?" Mela raised her eyebrows.

"Mela," Biema's hiss rebuked this woman's question.

"You're asking me to marry isn't a story of the past. You asked me to get married a few days before you married Paris" Mela said, recalling the proposal.

Tracks!

The door sounds open. Biema looked up and rounded the eyes. Paris! The girl was behind the door.

In kitchen.

Paris and Mama Biema are still struggling with fruit ice that is ready to be made. Because the fruits are cut.

"Just know, Ma. Ever met. Twice as it were." Paris put the syrup in a big bowl.

"Mela was our neighbor first. The house is next door." His chin was moving to the side of the house. "Biema told you not yet about Mela?"

"It has. Paris knows that he's Biema's neighbor first."

"Emmm .. so. Yep. Mela is just our neighbor. So calm down." Mama stroked his daughter-in-law's arm. Paris feels in a very good position.

After the fruit ice is finished, the mama provides a filling bowl with ice.

"Mama will have aunt take it to the reading room. Bring a snack for Biema." Mom says goodbye to Paris.

"Can Paris bring it, Ma?" tanya Paris offered herself.

"You? but ..." I don't know why Mama Biema hesitated.

"Paris is also free, Ma." Paris tried to force. He was curious, what was Biema and Mela doing in the reading room. A room that is closed rather than just a middle room. If he carried ice fruit, he would have a reason to enter the room without being awkward.

"alright. Bring it to Mela too. As hosts, we should be entertaining guests well, right?" mama Biema asked as if Paris objected or not.

"Yes, Ma."

While carrying a tray of ice and snacks, Paris headed for the reading room. There was a sense of thumping when it arrived at the front door. Paris took a deep breath first. Then breathe out again slowly. Although the door of the reading room was not completely closed, Paris had to keep knocking on the door.

Geck! Geck!

Paris started knocking on the door. There's no answer. Paris tried knocking again. He faintly heard a voice. He thought that it was a sign that Biema inside was letting her in. Slowly, he opened the door. However, when it had widened the way for him to enter, Paris heard their conversation about the invitation to marry. Again. Both times. This time it was even very clear.

"You're asking me to marry isn't a story in the past. You asked me to get married a few days before you married Paris" Mela said, recalling the proposal.

"Mela. I don't want to talk about that."

"Is marrying Paris your real wish? Is he not just your escape?" Mela continued to urge Biema with the same question. "Don't hurt that girl if you just want to look okay already rejected by me Biem."

Tracks!

The door sounds open. Biema looked up and rounded the eyes. Paris! The girl was behind the door.

"Ma-afs. I brought you snacks and .. iced fruit." Paris said it awkwardly and faltered. His voice seemed to shake for a moment. Hearing Paris's voice, Mela also turned her head towards the door.

Paris's own body froze there. He can't go anywhere. There was a range between him and the people inside the reading room, which kept him quiet and not coming in immediately.

Now Mela turned to Biema who stood up.

"It is better to be honest now than to be painful later" said Mela. Biema who crossed Mela turned her head.

"Don't say anything about me and Paris. You've crossed the line of a friend, a neighbor, even a person I've loved" Biema said. Biema's face was worried. "You brought me something, Paris?" tanya Biema tried to neutralize the atmosphere. He wants the freezing of Paris, melting. Paris was silent for a moment. He heard when Biema asked him, but his lips were silent and did not answer. "Paris?" scold Biema once again. Softer than that.