Companion To Paris
Advance towards him

It's time to pick up Paris. But since the girl had told him not to pick her up, Fikar was in no hurry to leave. He remains focused on his work.

Currently he is still working on checking the new textile products that will be launched. Actually, there is a part of itself that is working on it, but somehow Biema wants to do it. This guy is going to do all the work in his own company.

Is that just a diversion?

Biema's eyeball glanced towards the typical watch belonging to a man on her wrist. This watch depicts an elegant and luxurious look, as well as a timeless design. One of the good products of the land of the rising sun.

Then the eyeballs moved to Fikar. His forehead shriveled. Something is awkward. It seemed Biema wanted to talk about something to Fikar, but she was too haughty to speak of it. Some people stop him from asking first.

"Oh, yeah. Today I didn't pick Paris back from school" Fikar said without looking. Maybe he's been aware of Biema's anxiety since. But actually he had forgotten not to tell his superior this. And maybe it was just right when it was time.

"I didn't ask." Biema answered flatly. He who had seen Fikar now lowered his gaze to look at his work laptop.

"I knew. I'm just telling you. I forgot to report that to you." Biema kept quiet and resumed her work. "He's looking for you. You're not coming home?"

"home. You yourself know we were overtime last night. Checking out all those new products to fit the one we want" Biema explained.

"Why did he say he couldn't find you?"

"I went straight into the room tired" Biema said. There was not much expression this man could give. Biema always says it with a flat face. Fikar had a hard time understanding what Biema was thinking at the moment.

Actually Fikar still wants to ask a lot of things, but in the undo. Biema has closed the way for a conversation about Paris. So Fikar doesn't have to force a break. He let himself be curious about what kind of answer Biema would say when she asked.

"I forgot to say it too. Mela will come here directly to see our new product," added Fikar. For this he should not hesitate to say it. Because it's a work matter.

"Prepare some samples of ingredients for her."

"It has. I borrowed from the promotion section." Fikar shows a thick book containing examples of product results. "We're going to do it here, or are you taking Mela somewhere else?"

"No. I don't want to go anywhere. Let Mela see the product here."

"All right."

Geck! Geck! Geck!

When they finished speaking, there was a sound of the door being knocked. These two men looked at the same time.

"Come in" said Fikar, giving the person behind the door permission to enter. But the door was not opened immediately.

"Who is that?" tanya Biema squinted her eyes while looking towards the door.

"I'll see." Fikar stood up to the door. As the door opened and appeared to someone in front of the door, both of Fikar's eyebrows shot up.

"Hi" said Paris with a mysterious smile.

"You?"

"There's."

"Who's Fikar?!" tanya Biema who only heard whispers of Fikar with someone. Since Fikar did not immediately let the person in, Biema was curious.

"People who want to meet you," said Fikar as he opened the door wide. Biema who turned her head towards the door in curiosity to know who it was, widened her faint eyes when she knew there was Paris in the doorway.

"Good afternoon. I'm coming, Biem," said Paris.

All the time at school, Paris was thinking about meeting Biema. It wouldn't be over if the two of them hadn't met. Biema is avoiding. Paris is still nervous.

Gossip about him being the om-om's mistress circulated quickly. Until everyone who met him looked at him with a look of disdain.

"You're gonna let all this happen?" ask Sandra who can't wait to see Paris who is acting cool. He thinks Priski's been very, very annoying.

"I don't have much time to take care of such a trivial thing, San. There are important things that I have to finish" said Paris seriously. Until Sandra was stunned. "I have to meet Biema." When saying this the eyes of Paris were so certain. I'm sure that's what he's got to do now. It was coming to the man in his office. If Biema forces to avoid, he must pick up the ball. Alias must force him to meet.

"Do you want to meet Biema?" ask Sandra. He started to follow the lines of conversation about the two of them. He put aside the gossip problem that Priski made.

"Yes. Clarity about our feelings should be resolved. This can't take long. I'm tired of thinking about Biema avoiding me."

"Why?" search Sandra.

"I love her." Sandra's countenance was amazed to hear the confession. "He. Your brother Biema has made me dependent on him. So when he ignored me, I got hurt. I'm heartbroken" said Paris with a sad face. "So I decided to go towards him." Sandra smiled, then hugged her best friend. Paris wonder.

"I'm happy Paris. Very happy. Actually I'm worried about your marriage. Because I know that even though you're married, you're still in the introductory stage."

"You worried? Really true?" Paris who was still in Sandra's embrace frowned. "You don't look like that. You care more not."

Sandra immediately took off her embrace. "Where can I show that face when you yourself are already panicking in a match. If I also add worry to you, you won't be my sister-in-law." Sandra protest. "Make me so much fun if my sister-in-law is my best friend. That's you."

"Wow, I'm flattered. Don't you want your sister-in-law to be Mela?" satirical Paris hard.

"Ih, Paris talks about that again. That was a long time ago. It's different now." Sandra was anxious and pinched the waist of Paris with anxiety. As a result make Paris tiptoed and shrieked his body because of amused.

After school, Paris carried out her intentions. With firm footsteps, Paris entered the Biema family's textile company building. He purposely came here alone without the escort of Fikar's nanny. She wanted to make a furore of herself by not telling her 'nanny' that she was showing up at the company.

Biema must be attended directly. Didn't the man know that I was determined to be reckless.

I need to get the word love from him right now. Yep. That man should have easily said I love you. It's not like he's been able to treat me gently.

I also have to be ready when expectations are not the same as reality.