Companion To Paris
Determined Paris

Actually he aims to continue mocking Fikar all-out, because he can not take his phone calls on busy grounds. But when he saw for himself what the man was doing now, he stopped being sober.

"Busically busy?" ask Paris in surprise. He advanced his head to see for himself the file mounted in front of the left. Fikar deliberately put down the phone that directly highlighted where he was. Indeed Fikar was seen in a room with a stack of files in front of him. There was a room he had once been in. The room seemed familiar to him.

Not finished Paris thinking about the familiar room_ Fikar shifted his phone, until Paris could find a figure that is very much missed there. Biema!

Grn, deg, deg. The heart of Paris is beating faster than ever. He walked so hard that he himself felt it was very noisy in his ears. He knows what it is because. Must be Biema. Because of the handsome old man.

Biem .. call Paris in his heart. Suddenly, his eyes became pushy.

The man was working on something. Whether because he felt he was being observed or just a coincidence, Biema looked up just as Paris was watching him.

Click! Paris's eye bead lowered immediately. Along with his hand pressing the red button.

"What are you doing?" tegur Biema who saw Fikar was busy with his phone.

"This, I'm talking to ... " Fikar looked towards his phone. He wanted to show Paris to Biema. But the phone screen has blackened. Not showing any visuals. Fikar blinked his eyeballs confused.

Where's the girl?

"Who?" tanya Biema wanted to get an answer immediately.

"Paris," replied Fikar who then chose to put the phone on the table. Apparently the phone connection was broken by the girl. Biema was silent at once hearing the name Paris was mentioned.

"Mm ..." Biema. Then he looked down, focusing on his work again.

"He called me just now. Asking me to pick her up from her parents' house now." Fikar. He doesn't want to hide. Although Paris itself escaped an ongoing video call.

"Yes. Go away." Biema gave permission to Fikar without looking over.

"No message?" bargain Fikar while clearing the documents.

"No."

"If you just say hello?"

"I can still meet him in the apartment." Biema's phone is ringing. The man took it. View the screen and press the green button.

"Or can you come and pick her up now?" fikar continued to give advice. Still am. Fikar is still trying to persuade. Biema raised her hand to stop Fikar's question while getting up from her seat.

"I'm busy. You can pick him up yourself." After saying that without turning his head, Biema approached the lips of the glass wall. Fikar. His hands stopped tidying up and looked at Biema a little longer.

"So I really went to pick him up myself?" tanya Fikar wants more certainty. Biema waved her hand intending to expel Fikar. Tell Fikar to leave immediately.

This guy really doesn't want to talk about the Paris shuttle. Biema was earnestly handing over the shuttle duty to him. "alright. I'm leaving, Biem. Call me if you change your mind." Fikar stepped away.

Apparently Biema's conversation with the caller was only brief. Biema took the phone down from her ear. Staring at the darkened phone screen with a blank stare. His room became quiet after Fikar vanished.

After a few seconds, Biema moved the view from the phone to the outside of the glass wall. Looking at the courtyard below. Apparently Fikar just came out of the building. He watched as the company car had just sped towards the highway. Fikar was really waiting for him to change his mind.

Even though he looked unconcerned, he actually heard all of Fikar's words earlier. Biema. Then back to his chair.

Click! Paris unknowingly turned off her video call. This girl really couldn't see the man. He felt unable to see it. His heart screamed to meet. That guy's. The man who was sitting with a serious face because of the work earlier.

"Kok on the turn off? Looks like Biema, huh?" Asha who had looked at the Paris mobile screen, so helped find the figure of the man.

"Hmm" replied Paris faintly.

"Hey, you can talk to him as he asks to pick him up. Why the hell broke up the video call?"

Paris gulps. He held back from making his tears fall. Even a drop. Again he wanted to cry. Goddamnit! That guy's fucking!

"Yes. Pucker," Paris replied after being able to hold back the pace of tears on her cheeks. The more she admits that there is love in her heart, the more Paris feels unable to see the figure. There was a fear that the man did not want to meet her. Biema angry. That's what he realized. He believes that the underlying attitude of Biema now is their quarrel. Questions about his feelings.

A long wait is sweet. Fikar finally appeared. After informing her that she had reached the block of the Parisian parents' house, the girl immediately bailed home and exited the gate. Asha purposely ushered her sister-in-law in front of the gate. That's why he could see Biema.

"Good afternoon," said Fikar greeting Asha who was standing next to Paris. She knew that this woman was the wife of the heir to the throne of the biggest mall. Sister-in-law Paris. Cinderella.

"Yes. Good afternoon. You're picking up Paris, okay?" Asha greeted me kindly.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Cok Biema isn't coming?" Like Sandra. Asha also questioned that. But unlike the girl, Asha knew what was going on. He was just fishing for a chat about Biema with the closest person at work. If so, more or less this man understood what the man was doing until he handed the task of taking his wife to someone else. So thought Asha.

"Yes. Biema sir is busy." It's different to facing Sandra. Fikar chose a semi-formal style with this woman.

"Mmc ... Means Paris should understand, if Biema can't pick him up." Asha turned to Paris with a meaningful smile. Paris just glanced.

"Yes ... That's it."

"But just today isn't he going to take my sister?"

"Huh?" Fikar looked at Paris. Ask for help answers. Paris was silent.

"It's not possible Biema kept telling others to pick him up. Isn't Paris his wife?" chase Asha.

"Really, right. That's right." Fikar nodded his head in agreement.

"If the mother knew, or Biema herself knew that Paris was not picked up by her, how could she be ..." Paris took a breath. Amused also heard Asha who usually did not behave so. It was strange to hear it. Fikar glanced at Paris again.

"It has. Let's go home," take Paris.

"Yes." Yeah." Fikar felt he should be grateful to feel detached from the question of his sister-in-law Paris.

"Titip greetings to Biema from the Paris family yes .." added Asha.

"Yes. I'll tell you."

"I'm home, brother." They hugged.

"Happy fight," whispered Asha. Paris nodded. He was determined to dig further about Biema's feelings for her by being open. It was likely that he would be gas-tasting to ask immediately.

I need to find out about Biema's feelings for me. If by being open about my feelings I get bad news, I'm ready. Paris tried to be willing.

No. gabe. I wasn't ready. Just be careful if you hurt me by pretending yes, err Paris by growling.