Companion To Paris
Biema knows

Mela wanted to say goodbye to Biema because she had to go home first. But when he approached, he saw this man was fixated on one point. Mela followed that one point. It was Paris. The girl was with a man.

Mela's eyeballs looked back at Biema. Biema's perspective is different. The man was burning with jealous flames. Mela can see that.

Apparently Biema really did give her heart to Paris. I was thrown away from his heart. Hmmm ... I was knocked out by the boy. Mela laughed at herself

Mela's steps closer. Fikar who first learned of Mela's presence immediately greeted, "Mela. What's up?" ask Fikar. Sandra looked to the side.

"Sister Mela," cried Sandra.

"Hi." Mela hugs Sandra. Biema doesn't care. "Where's Paris? Isn't Biema's wife supposed to be here?" Mela's questions make Sandra awkward and scared.

"There was. Paris is there, sister," answered Sandra.

"really? He's not playing around, is he?" tanya Mela heated up the already very hot atmosphere. He who knew Paris was having a conversation with a man deliberately asked like that.

"Speak clearly, Mela. Playing around how?" Fikar doubt this time is a good time to joke. When Biema is being ignited by fire. So Fikar immediately gave a warning to this woman.

"Hm ... Apparently Paris can also find other handsome men, yes ...," said Mela with a thin smile that made all surprised. Fikar needs to code Mela not to talk about Paris. Biema. If she had been reluctant, this time the woman's words bothered her. To make him feel the need to glance at him sharply.

"What do you mean?" tanya Biema held back her annoyance.

"I was willing to go home to you just now, but I saw something that was not really my business," Mela said as she glanced at Paris. "It looks like Paris is still busy on its own. Want me to go with you?" tawar Mela deliberately provokes Biema.

"I'm not the kind of coward that can only growl behind the scenes, Mela. Stop making me blood up. You have provoked me enough to get to them immediately" said Biema, who seemed to understand that Mela had deliberately lured her.

"Good," Mela said with a smile. "Then I go home first." Mela hugged Sandra for a moment. "That's Sandra." Sandra nodded. "Passion Biema. I support you," Mela said clenching her hands excitedly.

Biema snorting. Then let the woman waltz towards the exit.

Meanwhile, where Paris is,

"You look close to Mr. Biema." The topic of Lei's current conversation was starting to change. From the usual story surrounding the game, today's party, now began to discuss his superiors. Paris is not calm when it comes to Biema.

"Yes, that's ...," replied Paris diplomatically. Safe answer.

"I'm sorry if I ask. I want to know, who exactly is Mr Biema?" Paris was stunned to hear this question. "You guys look closer than just her is Sandra's sister," Lei added unexpectedly. Paris looked at Lei with a curious look.

Why would Lei want to know? Why did Lei ask? Paris thinks this is weird.

"I'm her husband." A voice answered Lei's question. It's Biema! This man came to Paris right at the moment when Lei asked about who he was. The eyes of Paris bought while continuing to look towards Biema.

It seemed like Lei was also surprised to hear this.

"Father," Lei said nodding at Biema after overcoming her shock.

"If you want to know why we look close, it's because we're husband and wife" Biema said. Paris increasingly delicates to see Biema recklessly reveal their status. Or he panicked because Lei would know that he was married.

"Biem ...," sizzle Paris. Biema doesn't care.

"Silver doesn't need to be like that" said Paris felt he had put Lei in the wrong position. Biema glanced sharply.

"Thank you for understanding our current status. So I don't have to say much anymore." After saying that, Biema turned her head to Paris right now. Suddenly this man extended his hand. Touching Paris' cheeks and looking at her. Lei had widened his eyes seeing that.

"W-what are you doing?" asked Paris in a soft voice while glancing at Biema's finger. She's nervous.

"Your face is pale, are you tired?" biema asked without concern his surprised hiss from the lips of Paris. "You better rest. We can go home early from the party." Biema's arm immediately grabbed Paris' waist. Then look at Lei who was standing there. As if to show that the girl next to him is hers. "Sorry, can I take my wife away? He's not well. We have to go home."

"Yes. Please, sir," Lei said. Biema lowered her arm from Paris' waist. Replacing by grasping the fingers of the girl's fingers and taking her away. Lei who was staring at the backs of the two of them muttered, "You belong to someone, Paris? Not just his girlfriend, but his wife. This is so surprising to me. Good luck, Paris ..."

Sandra and Fikar who saw Biema approaching Paris, still stood up tensely looking at her. Especially when Biema pulls Paris' arm and takes her out of the party.

"Will there be a war?" ask Sandra worried.

"Either. If it was the old Biema, there would be no problem. But now Biema becomes more like a little boy too when dealing with Paris," said Fikar. They can only hope that everything is okay.

"Where are we going, Biema?" paris asked wonder Biema actually took him out of the party venue.

"Rest. You need to rest. Looks like I also need to rest," Biema said without looking back.

"Rest?" Paris wonder. Did Biema really think she was sick? Right in front of Biema's workspace, they stopped. Biema opened the door and invited Paris in. His hand remained in the man's hands.

"Sit down" Biema ordered, releasing Paris's hand. This girl sat down and rubbed her hands. His lips were bent because of Biema's behavior.

Paris glanced at Biema. The man headed for the water dipenser in the corner of the room. Sipping water and exhaling violently. Fortunately, the glass in his hand was not thrown on the floor.

After that, Biema approached her work desk and opened the suit. Then put it on the shoulder of the chair.

"So what was it, Biem? Pale? Sick? Are you playing a drama?" ask Paris.

"Why? Do you want me to be blatantly angry and say rudely to my employees not to approach you?" Biema who had originally turned her back, now turned her body and faced her. He said that with a serious face. Paris, who had wanted to protest Biema's reckless opening up of their status, fell silent.

Biema angry. Paris opened her eyes. Currently Biema's eyeballs were staring at him coldly.

"Is there anything you need to tell me?" biema asked after a few seconds of silence was created between them.

"What about?" Paris did not understand what Biema meant. However he did not use a fierce tone as usual.

"He. Magangku employees. Lei," Biema said, making Paris flutter. He's not calm. "I just found out that Lei is your ex." Paris looked at Biema with astonishment.

Biema knows?