Companion To Paris
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"I'm not coming. I'm going home."

"No. You better come along," said Biema directly make an edict. "Fikar prepare. Tell the people there to participate."

"Good." Fikar darted out immediately conveying the happy news.

"If you finally forced me to come, why did you offer to go home?" ask Paris to be upset. Because he was offered to go home, he had imagined a soft mattress.

"I changed my mind" Biema said. Then he stood up and picked up the shirt in the closet containing the shirt instead in the corner of the room. A little disguised if it is a wardrobe because of its good design. "Wear this." Biema handed a fresh mint-colored shirt to Paris' hands with a little force.

"What's this?" ask Paris frowning. Examining the shirt in his hand.

"I don't want you hanging around in your school uniform when it's late at night. You'll look like a rebellious boy who's reluctant to come home and wants to run away." Biema's eyeball scanned the girl in front of her. Eyes that underestimate.

"Always make fun of me as a boy. Aren't you now the husband of this boy?" jeered Paris while pointing at herself furiously. He likes a snatch on a boy's dwarf by Biema.

"Yes. I'm the sweet boy's husband in front of me." Paris was used by Biema to be a compliment. This makes Paris blush for a moment. Damnit.

"Reverse to the original topic." Paris wants to escape seduction. Because it could make Biema find a momentary red hue on her face. "How can I wear your shirt, Biema? People will know it's yours." Paris showed Biema the shirt she had stretched out.

"Why?" biema's lyrics are reluctant as she picks up a work coat on the shoulder of her work chair.

"Why how? This will make people think, we used to share everything. Even this shirt." Paris is upset to have to explain that.

"Just be wild. We are legitimately doing that. We're husband and wife, aren't we?".

"Biema! I don't want people to know that I'm still married."

"While that means you're Biema's wife, the owner of this company?"

"Don't kink. Thats enough. You understand what I mean."

"Just wear. You must be sweating. It will make you uncomfortable when you get together with others," Biema said gently. No longer with his bad tone.

"Then get me back from that. I want to relax on the couch watching tv."

"No. I'd like to see you spend the night this week. Doesn't every couple like to have a date on Sunday night?"

"That's a normal couple. We're not."

"Normal or not, if it's you .. I don't matter." Biema's eyes did make him lose his mind for a moment. Just now Paris felt pounding in Biema's eyes.

"OK, okay. I'll wear it," said Paris relented. Biema's phone is ringing. Biema stepped towards the table.

"What's wrong? All right, I'll be there." Biema shut her phone. "Paris, wait here. I need to get to the preparation team. They need me there. I'll be back soon."

"Yaaa ...," answered Paris lazily.

His eyes stuck right there.

"Why are your eyes so sharp?" tanya Fikar was intent on joking. But Biema was not joking. The man stuck his eyes in the same direction. Fikar so come see.

"He. The intern I was referring to," Biema said. Allegedly right. This is what Biema is looking for.

"Yes. He was the one who had talked to Paris. His name is Lei." Fikar repeated again what was the name of the intern who was meant by Biema.

Lei's body and height were indeed almost the same as Biema's. So Fikar said three compliments for him.

"So he's a member of the party team?" biema asked as if she did not accept.

"Yes. You yourself give permission for him to enter into a member even though he is not a genuine employee. I chose it myself. He's great at design." Fikar showed his thumb at Biema. Giving praise for Lei's greatness. Biema's response is not the same as hers. Biema's face wrinkled unhappily.

"It's gonna be a bitch if I take Paris to our dinner." Biema remembered about her invitation. "I have to tell Paris to go home immediately."

"**-wait!" Biema is no longer pangillan Fikar. Biema looked panicked.

Brak! Biema opened her study door hard. This not only shocked Paris who was in the room. But Biema who was standing in the doorway was also shocked.

"Ohhh!" yelled Paris out in shock and shame. Biema's eyeballs widened in a flash. "Close the door immediately, Biem!" yelled Paris in panic. His hands were busy covering his exposed upper body. Apparently Paris was replacing his school shirt with the shirt Biema gave him. He was just wearing a bra.

Panicked and startled by Paris' screams, Biema closed the door with herself still standing inside the room.

"Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to come out when you closed the door?" yell Paris urgency. His hands were getting tighter and tighter covering his body with that mint green colored shirt.

Biema panicked so she made a mistake.

"Hhh .. have just changed clothes, there," Biema said as she flicked her hand.

"Change clothes how? You're gonna be here. You better get out, then I'll be wearing this shirt soon. Hurry along!" Paris panicked because Biema did not step out. After locking the door, he approached. "What do you want, Biem?" ask Paris for a moment. He and Biema are currently in a locked room. Even with his upper body that only wears a bra.

"none. I just want to sit down" Biema said lightly. Paris grunting. Then set his emotions that had wanted to be angry.

"After face. I'm gonna get changed, "pinta Paris isn't as good as it was. This time with an ordinary voice that endured the embarrassment.

"I know." Biema did that. It was just that Paris was afraid that suddenly this man turned to her. Paris wears his shirt as soon as possible. "Why didn't you lock the door?" biema asked with the atmosphere around them returning to calm.

"Of course because I forgot. Khilaf," said Paris, annoyed. Biema's sentence seems to say that it was on purpose. "Everything else? There's no way I'd accidentally not lock the door" grumbled Paris who had buttoned the last button.

"That's going to beg me," whispered Biema. Paris was silent hearing that. Biema is injured. Although Biema's words are vague, Paris knows what this man means. He understands but does not want to talk. That's the adult realm. Paris silences.

Biema has lost her true purpose in this room. After the horrendous incident just now, he forgot to ban Paris from eating because there was Lei there. They just kept quiet even though Paria had finished wearing Biema's shirt properly.