Companion To Paris
Debates

Is what Biema is saying right now?

"Why silence? You're afraid, if my words turn out to be true?" biema asked as deliberately provoking.

"Fearful? Why should I be afraid?" Paris disguised her nervousness by slouching.

"Please call now. I wonder how you react when you hear that I'm right." Biema's eyeball implies she's not lying. It's a challenge.

Paris thinned her lips dislike Biema as if mocking her. That word was like a challenge to him. Without speaking again Paris pressed the call button on her phone. Trying to call mom.

"Yes, hello Paris .." greet you there in a very happy voice.

"Mother. Where is Mother now?" ask Paris in a warm tone.

"Where? Are you alone? Where's Biema?" He asked about Biema. Paris frowned. I didn't expect to get the question before the question was answered.

"Why ask about him, Bun?" tanya Paris held back furious at mother.

"He left?" ask the mother again who made Paris sigh long.

"No. He's here" Paris said, holding back his annoyance. She also reluctantly shows the man in front of her that her mother is busy asking for Biema's whereabouts rather than her.

"Biema didn't tell you where we are now? Ask him."

"I asked my mother. Why did you ask Biema?" grouse Paris. He called the man's name in the end. Biema just moved her eyeballs to see the girl who seemed frustrated talking to her parents. His body was still sitting quietly with a drink glass in his hand.

"Eh, uh ... Just ask it is already sewot. Because of dinner.we're done, mother has gone home earlier. When you were in the toilet for a long time," replied the mother so relaxed.

"What?! What did you say?!" ask Paris while standing up. This time made Biema look up. Some people in the restaurant also looked at Paris.

"Yes. Biema's mother and parents are home."

"So you left me?" ask Paris not to believe it.

"No. Mother just went home first."

"Yes, but you've left me here alone."

"It's not that Biema is still there Paris ..."

"What does it have to do with your mother coming home with her being here?" point Paris unknowingly towards Biema. His index pointed firmly towards the man. "That means you told me to go home alone? That so?" tanya Paris could no longer hold back the riled up and upset.

"Why go home alone? There is Biema. He'll take you. He's agreed to take you home." Mrs Wardah still answered her fiery daughter's questions calmly and casually.

"Why should he take me home? Mother just tell Angga to come here and pick me up." Paris's hands are closed.

"Ouch ... Angus can't be disturbed."

"Why can't the house driver be disturbed when the employer needs it, anyway?"

"What did you say Paris? Angga is also human, so he also has needs like ours."

"But mother ..."

"Already, already. You go home with Biema. Ask him to anterin you."

"Bune ... Mommy. Mother." Though repeatedly called, there was no response. Mrs Wardah completely disconnected her Paris phone.

Then Paris threw her ass on the chair with a slap. Lips cone. I didn't think he would be trapped here. With him.

"Have you got confirmation?" ask Biema. This question seems to deride the current state of Paris.

Paris eyeballs moved looking towards the black-clothed man in front of him sharply. "Why? You want to cheer? You want to clap? Go ahead. I left my family here. Come ... Please clap." Paris moved her hand to let Biema laugh at her.

Biema sipped a drink.

"What do I need to applaud? That requires energy. I don't have to expend energy just to face you."

"really. You don't have to expend energy on me." This time Paris leaned her body towards Biema. Half-babby. "Why are you sitting here? Didn't you bring out energy for me?" Paris smiled thinly as if he had the wind to change into ridiculing Biema.

"No. I was just trying to be a good, obedient child to my parents. Because your mother and they asked me to tell you that she left you, so I have to be here. That's the kind of courtesy my parents teach other people. Not like someone who's disrespectful." The last sentence was so piercing because Biema's eyes were clearly pointing towards him. This man's chin moved as if pointing directly at him.

"You mean me?" asked Paris while pointing towards her face.

"Come ..."

"Hey!" Unknowingly Paris moved closer with a hand that would grip Biema's coat collar. He forgot where he was now. When everyone saw him he just realized.

His lips smiled looking around. Then lowered his hands and sat quietly back down. "I didn't think you were so annoying. Compared to your innocent face, you are so cold and easy to attack people with words." Paris is angry.

"Whether it's because you're still in high school or I'm an adult, our meeting never works."

"No need to succeed. Because we don't have to be friends or just get to know."

"So you think it's better for both of us to be enemies?" ask Biema.

"Maybe, because it seems like you keep making me upset. We were born enemies." Paris stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't have to tell you." Paris said it by continuing to walk without looking back.

"If you want to go home, I have to take you."

Hearing this, Paris's feet suddenly stopped. Then turned around and looked at Biema with eyes staring straight. His face was also unfriendly.

"introduced me? Very kind of you," mocked Paris while snoring.

"No. I won't be good to you." Paris widens eyes. Not believing Biema's reply shook her sense of hearing. "I'm just doing a hobby of following my parents' orders, which is to drive you home."

"Eat that's your hobby!" paris is sadistic. "I won't be taken between you." Paris went to the exit and left Biema alone.

"Yahh .. I'm not the one who won't take her. The girl herself refused and left. I don't have to force him to take me home." Biema accepts the departure of Paris casually. No load. Paris left the restaurant with a heavy vexation.

Then he sat down again in his chair. Not want to linger here. He just wanted to avoid meeting Paris who might still wait for an invitation or taxi outside the hotel.

Biema tries to enjoy sitting around waiting for the right time to go home. Just then someone passed by. Biema's head followed the direction of the woman's steps that passed not far in front of him.

The woman was walking with a friend. The woman's smile flashed as someone greeted her.

Mela! He showed up again. Biema suddenly felt the need to justify how to sit. Suddenly he was in a state of anxiety.