Companion To Paris
Recognition

"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 chose a normal tone of speech without emotion.

Unlike Biema who uses a ketus tone of speech. "He. Magangku employees. Lei," Biema said, making Paris flutter. He's not calm. Biema wants to discuss Lei. "I just found out that Lei is your ex." Paris looked at Biema with astonishment.

Biema knows?

"Oh, about that ...," said Paris slowly.

"Is that your response?" tanya Biema felt unfair the response of this girl was just a murmur. "You're not trying to give me an explanation?" kejar Biema wants to know more.

"Other explanation, Biem?"

"Exposure about the boy."

"Babies? The lei? He's not a kid."

"Don't defend him. It makes me angry." Paris took a slow breath. Biema was really angry this time. "Why did you let me not know about her Paris?"

"Not now you know."

" ... but it's not from you. If only I didn't know, you would have kept your mouth shut. You'll be free to talk and do other things without me knowing what you're connected to."

"I'm just chatting, Biem. I don't do weird things." Paris defended itself. The tone of speech slightly increased.

"You smile happily and blush in front of him." Paris grunting. Feeling silly with Biema's reasoning. "I don't like that."

"Isn't this the same as your story with Mela, too," said Paris, beginning to get upset. "Don't overdo it."

"In that case, I can also tell you you don't have to overdo it when you know I've asked Mela to get married."

"I'm exaggerating? Whatchu mean?" Paris, who had always kept the voice down, now began to raise the voice again.

"Don't you also not accept if I ever ask Mela to marry you before I finally marry you. It was also an old story, but you avoided me and got angry. I panicked to think a lot of things at that."

"I'm not avoiding you and getting angry. The matter of Mela is up to you," said Paris annoyed. "If at that time I leave immediately after hearing that you once asked her to marry, it's all just because I was shocked. I'm just shocked, okay?" Paris did not accept it.

"So just shocked? No other feelings?" Biema asked this with her eyes narrowed. His face shows he is injured.

"What do you want? From the beginning this match was wrong. We both shouldn't be married. I shouldn't have indulged in my mother's ludicrous desire to match me with you. Especially married. I married it's ridiculous, Biem."

"ridiculous? You're saying this wedding is ridiculous?" tanya Biema did not believe the sentence of this girl. "So you never had any special feelings for me?"

Paris was shocked to hear that. Justifying his sitting position and saying, "I admit, I was happy when you were next to me and treated me gently. I also blushed and blushed as you seduced and praised me. I'm also heartbroken to hear that I'm just your escape, but ... " The voice of Paris swallowed. In the middle of this sentence Paris looks very burdened. He sighed heavily. "if you ask me do I love you? Sorry, I can't answer." Paris answered firmly.

Biema. Paris has said firmly his heart. The man was stunned where he stood. Paris threw away her face as Biema looked at her for a long time. After that, both of them remained silent. Soluble in each other's minds.

"So you don't love me, Paris?" biema asked with a hopeful tone. Paris looked up for a moment, then looked down upon the question. Paris was adamant about the answer. Paris does not love him. "Damn!" Biema cursed while raising a fist into the air. Until Paris closed the word for a moment, horrified to see that. It was the first time Paris had seen him angry.

Paris rubbed his eyes and woke up. Then he went out to the bathroom. At the sight of Biema's room still closed. That guy hasn't woken up? Tumbens. Paris immediately turned her body towards the bathroom.

After he cleaned himself out of the bathroom the room was still closed. Empty pantry. In front of the tv is also quiet. This apartment is empty. Only he stood in the middle of the room trying to figure out where the man was.

Finally Paris chose to go into the room to change clothes. It's time he was in uniform. Where's Biema? While getting dressed, Paris's mind drifted to think of the man. The atmosphere of the apartment was so strange. Biema usually wakes up first and does something about the pantry. Or any other activity. But this time there was no activity in the pantry. Even the nose of the man did not appear for a second.

After she was dressed, Paris left the room. Still quiet. Paris looked at Biema's room door. Is he still asleep? Should I wake her up?

Cellphone's ringing. The name Fikar appeared there.

"Did you call me in the morning?" ask Paris.

"You're not going to school?" ask Fikar.

"Yes. I've been in uniform, but it's not time to go." Paris looked up at the wall clock. "You can still have breakfast. Biema hasn't woken up yet anyway, I should probably wake her up" Paris glanced at Biema's bedroom door.

"We should leave now" suggested Fikar.

"Why? It's too early to go to school. You want me to get sleepy in there?" sulcan Paris. "Why did you tell me to leave now? It wasn't Biema who was going to take me to school. Why are you making a fuss about setting me off now or later?" Paris sneers.

"Biema didn't take you to school."

"Don't joke. She's not out of the room yet, but she's gonna take me to school any minute."

"No. Biema won't take you to school. From today, I will take you to school and pick you up" said Fikar, making Paris immediately blinked. Stupefied.

"You're gonna do that? Why?" ask Paris slowly.

"Emmm ... As to why, I don't know. But Biema gave me orders. So I'm obliged to do that. Whether you agree or not." Paris froze hearing Fikar speak. The head of Paris looked slowly at the door of Biema's room. Stare at him stunned. "Paris ...," rebuked Fikar for not hearing any sound.

"Yes. I hear you."

"I propose we leave now, because I think you should have breakfast first. We'll have breakfast together. Because I haven't had breakfast either."

Hearing that Fikar had not had breakfast because he had to drive her, Paris followed the man's advice. "All right then. I'll take my bag."

"OKAY. I'm waiting in front of the apartment." Click! Phone connection disconnected. Leaving Paris down with a strange feeling in her heart. Biema didn't drive me anymore? Paris looked at the door of the man's room. Wh why? Is it because of last night?

Kruyuk ...

The voice from the hungry stomach of Paris sounded extremely loud. Food for consumption.

"Why am I so hungry this morning? I'd better get out for breakfast." Paris rushed to the room to pick up her backpack.