Companion To Paris
I need Paris

After not entering school because of the event stay at Biema's parents' house, then followed when Biema was admitted to the hospital, the total Paris did not enter school was four days. But for Paris, it's been a month. He had been accompanying Biema for a very long time from morning until night.

This morning he was able to leave school because Biema had recovered. Biema keeps dropping off this girl. As usual, Paris asked Biema to drop him off before the school gates.

"Eh, it's Paris. He's out of the fancy car." Someone, from the same school as Paris, was catching Paris who just got off Biema's car. They immediately highlighted the Parisian movements.

"So right, what we saw at the mall was Paris?"

"Oh, who's at the mall?" They remembered again when they found Paris being alone with a man. The others nodded.

"Well .. This is new news. Paris gets out of the car of a man who looks like a married om-om, in the morning!"

"Why in the morning?"

"Ih, are you pretending to be innocent?" grute friend. The one being taunted was just a whimper. "That means they're staying over."

"Why stay the night? It could have been that the man showed up early in the morning in front of the Paris house and drove him to school."

"Hey, how could that be. That man's a grown man." The conversation about Paris stopped when the girl crossed them. The head of Paris turned towards them. The Parisian instincts that felt they had finished talking about her appeared. But they immediately changed the subject so naturally. Until Paris left immediately without lingering there.

"Fyuuhh .. that's a child. I'll let the goons see."

"Yes. He's a new kid."

"Not that when he was second grade. Now, not a new kid anymore."

Sandra turned her body to look towards her sister-in-law.

"Hey, how's Biema?" ask Sandra.

"healthy."

"Thank God. At home mom keeps the same mind brother. When he was in the middle of the night, he was healthy."

"That person will do nothing. Because his ignorant nature is above that of the average normal person. He's not normal." With a grumble Paris took out her books. It's now a subject change, but the supervising teacher hasn't shown up yet. So this valuable time is used by other children to play and chat.

"My brother's ignorant?" sandra asked in amazement.

"Very." Paris was so sure that her eyes were round with anxiety.

"I just found out Biema's sister is so." Sandra wonder. Feeling this is a surprise.

"Why did you just find out? He's your brother, San."

"Yes, but in that house .. Biema's sister is not a childish and ignorant person. He's a little quiet and disciplined."

"Shut? He's far from quiet." Paris protest.

"Emmm ... " Sandra nodded her head. "Mean now brother has changed. Maybe that's since I met you."

"Oh, huh? Looks like his ignorant nature is ingrained." Sandra chuckles. Paris is just throbbing.

"You guys got into a fight?"

"I? Notwithstanding. Why?" Paris widens eyes.

"Mama said that Mela's sister showed up at the house while you were staying that night."

"Oh, that. It's not that it's nothing new anymore that can be made into a quarrel."

"You start thinking grown-up. Biema's sister changed you." An astonished hue was clearly drawn on Sandra's face.

"Hey, it's not like that. I don't always have to be angry when Biema is with Mela. Isn't he his childhood friend?"

"So you're not jealous if Biema's sister is seen with a woman?"

"Eh, why are we talking about that." Paris was nervous. Paris's hand shook in front of Sandra's face. "What's else."

"Bawls. I said talk about something else, San." A teacher guiding the subject entered. Until Sandra stopped the question. Paris breathed a sigh of relief.

I seem to be angry and upset if Biema looks like she's with a woman. Surely it's.

Biema checked her phone repeatedly, but no messages came from Paris. Days accompanied by Paris made Biema addicted. This man got addicted to seeing that girl's face. Until it makes him nervous.

The conscious fikar accompanied Biema, so he was disturbed. His eyeballs just kept looking at this top of his.

"Do you need anything?" ask Fikar with a hundred percent concern.

Biema who had been looking down since then, now looked up. "No."

"Are you waiting for someone?"

"No."

"What are you ..."

"Stop. What is the purpose of your question, Fikar?" tanya Biema riled.

"I care. I see you're restless. So I took the initiative to help you," replied Fikar with a plain look.

"I don't need your help. I need Paris."

Fikar. Hearing the man say the sentence just now, Fikar was speechless. "It looks like my sense of hearing is bad today." Fikar tried to scratch his ear. He believes his ear drum is broken. He heard a strange sentence from Biema's mouth.

"Don't make fun of me. I did say that." Biema realized her sentence sounded strange.

"What did you say?" tanya Fikar wanted Biema to repeat the sentence she had said. Biema's lips thinned irritatedly at Fikar's question.

"I need Paris. I need my wife" Biema said, repeating her question despite her anger. Fikar looked at Biema straight.

"Wow. I really heard that phrase. Possessive sentences. You're starting to really love her." Fikar was amazed when he said this sentence, the look on his face was so flat. Fikar looked shocked.

"Remove that shitty look on your face, Fikar. You look like you're watching a parade of freaks" Biema grumbled.

"Yes. I was watching a strange person. You're getting weird. Did I misunderstand that your marriage was coercion?" tanya Fikar was curious. "Because I know, your heart is always bound by Mela. But what is this? I found the seeds of love."

"I really love Mela. That was before I met Paris."

"So .. You really love that high school girl?" search Fikar.

"Yes. What I feel now is yes. I was surprised to forget Mela as soon as possible."

"I know," said Fikar raising his eyebrows. He knew this man was so infatuated with the woman who had a lot of life experience. "But ..you say this marriage is the fruit of the betrothal of your mother and the Parisian family."

"I was indeed in a match. The mother I wanted to know the girl. Looks like mom knows about me that Mela refused. Until he

forcing me to know Paris is very different from Mela."

"So this matchmaking was your mom's idea?"

"Yes. He once said to me, "Don't let your heart tire of waiting for the uncertainty of someone's heart." Maybe it's my mother's advice not to wait for Mela to love me."

"That's right. If it's not certain, we should go and find another one. It would be foolish to wait so long for someone to open their heart." Biema felt it was a mockery for her. "I'm not mocking you, Biem," Fikar immediately replied. She knew Biema felt it was a curse to her.

The tring!

Incoming message from Biema's phone. There's a Parisian name there. Biema's face instantly turned cheerful.

"I'm going to your office."

What an unexpected surprise the girl wanted to come to his office without being asked. Suddenly went to the office. While bringing lunch from his father-in-law. This is the first time the girl has deliberately told me on her mobile about her arrival.