Companion To Paris
Unexpected

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 day, Biema. I'm coming," said Paris sounding formal. But it was not the purpose of this girl to plan it. The words just came out through his lips. It is likely that Paris was too nervous to face Biema after realizing that she loved the man. So the sentence as he spoke sounded stiff.

He tried to look tough by appearing on Biema's doorstep. In his heart he was so fucked. Not quiet.

Time seems to stop. Both of their eyes were rubbed. Biema and Paris looked at each other. Nailing and locking both for a few seconds.

This was the first time she could see the man's face after not seeing him for two days. Yep. Enough two days just ignored Biema, Paris has been chaotic.

This girl gulped with a clench of her hand. He tried not to cry. Not sad, but happy. Happy to see the face of the man she missed.

Fikar who was still where he stood, glanced at the two of them. "Can Paris come in, Biem?" ask Fikar. Intentionally breaking the silence between them. If not, they will stay that way.

"Yes," said Biema who immediately threw her face in the other direction.

"Come in, Paris." Fikar. The head of the girl nodded. Then step in. Sitting on the couch, near the pile of Fikar's work.

Fikar approached the table. "I got rid of my job first. Excuse me."

"Ah, yes." Paris agreed. Fikar shifted that pile for Paris to be comfortable with.

"It seems I should go first. Please chat." Fikar who knew himself immediately wanted to go out of the room. He did not want to get caught up in the complexity of their chat. But unexpectedly, from behind the door that was not closed, Mela appeared in the doorway.

"Hello, I'm coming, '" said Mela without knowing the current situation. The three of them turned in unison towards Mela.

Mela! paris shouted in his heart. Fikar that is close to the door.

Why is Mela coming now? Panic in the heart.

"Hello, Fikar," said Mela to the first Fikar she saw.

You don't know the situation, Mela. Why show up now? Fikar spoke with his expression. Mela just looked at it without understanding Fikar's intentions.

"You're coming Mela." Biema welcomes the arrival of women with a slightly enthusiastic attitude. Unlike the time of the emergence of Paris at the beginning.

"Yes" said Mela ignoring Fikar who was standing in front of her with an expression not in understanding her. Then walk forward and find Paris there. "You're here Paris?" ask Mela.

"Yes," said Paris flat. Why did this woman even show up when I was excited to judge that man.

Duh! This is not accurate. They don't make up if there's someone else here. Fikar sighed and turned around. Not going out of the room to make them make up. If Mela appears here, she should also settle down.

"Is there a special occasion the three of you get together?" Mela sat next to Paris with an ignorant face.

"Didn't you see the three of us often?" Fikar spoke. "Again Paris Biema's. So it's only natural that there's Biema, there's Paris."

Nice fikar, cried Paris pleased. Paris seemed to need to say thank you to Fikar for asserting that the relationship he and Biema are husband and wife. Now, it turns out I am happy to hear the word husband and wife. Paris smiled faintly.

"Yes. I forgot that." Mela smile. Although Paris was happy to hear Fikar's defense, she was still not excited. The exact moment that had been given by Fikar was now extinct. "Where? Can I see the new product?"

"Yes. We can start a job" Biema said. Mela smiled nodded. The man said to Mela as if he was unaware of Paris there. Paris ignored. Paris's forehead frowned. Fikar already felt the inaccuracy in the attitude that Biema chose.

"Wait," stop Paris. Mela who was beside Paris looked astonished. There is not much movement in Biema. The man just raised his eyes. Move a little focus off the paper on the table, being towards Paris. Fikar did not look. He just sighed. "Biema. Am I wrong to think you're ignoring me now?" ask Paris while slowly standing up.

Biema stared straight. Mela blinked her confused eyes. Fikar finally looked at Paris. Seeing the look in Paris's upset eyes. Then I looked at Biema. The man was still silent.

"I came here to see you on purpose. But there is no response from you. Different from Mela. You immediately welcome him who has just arrived. Is that true?" Paris unreservedly pointed at Mela next to him. Mela who was confused, is now increasingly surprised by the profiteering of her name in the sentence Paris. He who came here because of a job, did not expect to be dragged into a heated conversation between them.

"You came inappropriately. When I work. When I was busy. I think it's natural" Biema replied flatly. Fikar clucked in the heart. Paris was stunned to hear that. Highlight Biema's sharp and cold eyes pierced her heart.

"Okay, sorry. But are there no short words for me that have come here?" Paris was begging.

"I let you in, and what?" biema asked in a very surprising way. To buy a glance and look at Paris. He didn't know the problem, but he knew they were in a bad state. Fikar was shocked to hear that.

"So you don't care about my arrival?"

"It's not my duty to start a conversation with you. You decided to come here now. So you can't force me to talk when I'm busy." Fikar knows Biema is sometimes so cold, but right now the one facing him is Paris. The girl who is officially his wife. The cold words just now felt very harsh.

Mela just closed her lips because she did not expect the sentence could come out of Biema's lips that she was very soft. If the two people who had nothing to do were shocked, what about the person in question? They both look at Paris even though it is not the heart.

"Such ...." Fikar thought Paris would explode in anger. But unexpectedly, the girl softened. He was not lured in by Biema's attitude. "So you think I need to talk to you first because I want to see you?" ask Paris with a tone that was different from earlier.

Fikar. Looks like the girl didn't soften. He only gave himself a pause to take the next higher leap.

It looks like Paris is preparing for a major war. He's not just here to lose. He came up with a mature plan.

"OKAY. I'll talk." The head of Paris turned to Mela. "Mela, can you get out of this room right now?" the Paris Pinta is a surprise.

"Me?" asked Mela with a face.

"Yes. Ye. Here the name Mela is obviously just you. And all I know is that Mela Biema loved once is you." At the time Paris said this, Biema was disturbed. "So I couldn't possibly tell anyone else but you." Paris kept giving surprises in her sentences. Biema to the point of flabbergasting. Not only Biema, the two people there were shocked.

Paris is in war mode now.