Companion To Paris
The atmosphere in the reading room

"You brought me something, Paris?" tanya Biema tried to neutralize the atmosphere. He wants the ice of Paris to melt. 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

"Ah, yes" said Paris at last. He was aware of the freezing just now. "I brought snacks and ice fruit for you and Mela." Mela glanced at him for a moment hearing his name being called. Paris tried to be reasonable. Biema was silent for a moment looking at the look on the face of the girl in front of her.

"Come in." Biema took a tray from Paris' hand and pushed slowly on the girl's shoulder to enter. Paris agreed to follow Biema's orders. Paris' steps invited her body to sit in front of Mela.

Biema put the tray on the table. Their situation was almost the same as the meeting in Biema's room back then. Only this time with the position of Mela knew that Paris was Biema's wife.

"I brought you some fruit ice" said Paris, smiling at Mela.

"Yes. Thank you." Thank you."

"You're still talking about work?" asked Paris while looking at Biema and Mela alternately.

"Yet. We haven't talked about work yet" Biema said. He realized this girl must have heard some or even all of Mela's talk with him.

"So not yet? Then I'm right here now. When you haven't started talking about work." Paris said with a sinless face. "I can talk to you guys. Isn't that Biem?" Paris looked at Biema. There was a sharp lightning in the eyes of this girl.

"I don't think Mela and I need to talk here about anything other than work, Paris." Biema disagrees.

"I know you don't agree, but I think Mela agrees. Looks like he wanted you to tell me something earlier." Paris' voice sounded resolute and furious. There's a provoksai there. Paris deliberately challenged Mela to speak openly about their conversation.

"Paris ...," please Biema. He doesn't want to extend that about him and Mela.

"So, did you hear that?" ask Mela.

"Mela!" hardik Biema's. He did not expect Mela to be consumed by the challenge of Paris. This woman led Paris to enter the conversation that had been hidden. "What is your purpose in engaging Paris in our unimportant conversation?" tanya Biema was getting angry.

"Mela didn't involve me, Biem. But I was deliberately involved in the conversation about your love." Biema was stunned to hear the words Paris.

This girl deliberately immersed herself in Mela's curiosity about her suddenly changing feelings. From loving Mela and wanting to invite her to marry, to instantly marrying Paris, which has no long introductory history, even a love story.

"Yes. I heard your conversation." Paris is not evasive. He confirmed that he heard all their talk.

"You're not angry, Biema married you just as a runaway?" ask Mela directly without further ado.

"Mela! Stop that behavior right now. Don't make our friendship ruined because of you!"

Biema was stunned many times by the girl. But this time he was silent while listening to the girl talk. Looks like Paris is determined to fight Mela.

"However, I think there are people who are much less cool than me. That'sthat's you. You're the most ... most .. uncool person I've ever met." Mela's forehead shriveled.

"Aren't you rejecting Biema? That's why he ran up to me. And now what? You are suddenly emotional and want to complete your curiosity and astonishment because Biema suddenly married me who is still in school. Though it can be said Biema just said she wanted to marry you." Despite not pointing with her fingertips directly, Paris said it was like pointing towards Mela's face.

"If you just feel disappointed because Biema can actually eliminate you from her heart, it's better to just be quiet. Don't express disappointment like that. That's sad" Parisian advice refers more to scorn. Mela confirmed her sitting position. The words Paris struck him.

"Did he love you? Don't you want to know, how Biema really feels about you?" ask Mela who still has stock questions. Biema growled resentfully at the former woman she loved.

"That's none of your business. Stop following my feelings and Biema. Even if we don't love each other, we end up getting married. You also do not have to bother to tell us that this marriage is useless. Just shut the fuck up and take care of yourself." Mela closed her lips involuntarily as Paris said in a cruel manner.

"Enough and stop. I've been kind enough to let your mouth keep on messing around because we were friends once, Mela. I choose to be unprofessional by breaking our cooperation agreement, if you continue like this. You can go now." Biema immediately threatened Mela who was silent feeling defeated. And it's more pronounced because her opponent is just a high school girl. Biema turned to Paris and was about to say something. But Paris soon stood up to avoid.

"Don't. He doesn't have to lose your cooperation. I think he knows enough now that his mouth won't talk carelessly" Paris told Biema. Mela sighed. He seems very upset and embarrassed. But apparently this cooperation is so valuable that Mela chose to stay on the spot and still listen to the jeers of Paris.

"It's enough that I'm a troublemaker in your conversation. Please enjoy snacks and ice fruit that has been provided by your mother for you. I'm gonna go." Paris took the initiative first. Biema stood up and followed in Paris' footsteps.

"Marr ..." Behind the door, Biema caught this girl's hand. Paris silence. "If you will, I'd like to talk to you a lot about Mela later. Now I'm gonna quickly finish this, and tell him to go."

"Please finish your work. About Mela don't worry. You don't have to explain. I've vented enough of my frustration at him. I'm tired."

"alright. But I still have to say a lot to you later."

"Whatever. Let me just rest." Biema takes off Paris's hand. The girl went away from the reading room. The biema then goes inside again with a more serious face than it first enters.

"I hope this time our conversation is really Mela's job. Don't test my patience like that. I can act more than you can imagine all this time." Biema is a threat.

"I've lost to Biema" said Mela, looking straight ahead. Biema walked over to the sofa. "Before I was in this room, it seemed like I had already lost to the girl. Parisian. The excited young girl. Dare to take the step of marrying your young one who doesn't necessarily love her." Mela said in earnest.

Biema snorted at Mela's words.

"Who said I didn't love her .." Biema said.