Companion To Paris
Revealed

"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. Because Paris said it with pressure. "So I can't possibly get anyone else out of here other than you."

Biema sees Paris starting to look like usual again. It looks so violent and brutal.

"What does all this mean, Biem?" mela asks disapprovingly that Paris has deliberately told her to leave. Biema shifted her eyeballs immediately due to Mela's complaint. "Why did your wife tell me to leave? I came here for a job. I'm working. We've agreed, that I'll come here to see an example of a product. And I don't think the expulsion just now was part of the deal."

This woman is right. He who does not know anything obviously does not accept suddenly just expelled.

"This is not an expulsion. I'm just asking you to leave. I'm sorry, if that sounds like a pushover to you." Paris is soon to be ready. "It seems like he won't agree if I told him to leave because I have no authority here" murmured Paris as she shook her head faintly.

Mela sees Paris unfriendly. Fikar chose to just sit and watch the three of them. There was nothing he could do but look.

"Can I continue my work?" ask Mela as a business partner. Paris who stood lowered his gaze saw Mela.

This woman has a right to disagree. They work. While I ... 

"could. We can continue the work. We better talk and do the work outside." Biema gave Mela permission to continue the work.

"That's better." Mela agrees.

Fikar. Biema chose to continue work while Paris was in war mode. The man seemed to deliberately make things hotter. Fikar's eyeballs instantly saw Paris. I wanted to see what reaction this girl had.

"So you chose to ignore me and continue your work?" ask Paris. This girl was sure that she looked stupid at the moment. Even if she was the wife of the man there, the number one person in the company, but if it forced Biema to talk when the man was about to finish the job, of course he will look very stupid and do not know manners.

"Yes. It's a job. Come on Fikar." Confusion fikar. He had to go to Biema, but he didn't have the heart to see Paris. While Mela was standing while fixing the location of her bag. This woman is ready to leave.

"I have to wait?" Paris's forehead shriveled.

"If it's really important, I think you can wait." After saying that Biema got up from her seat. He will leave Paris stunned.

I'm abandoned? Goddamnit!

"It's precisely because it's important, Biem! I can't wait!" Paris tried to get the man's attention and give him time to talk. But Biema still set foot towards the door.

Fikar looked towards Paris. His feet have not stepped. He still sees this girl.

"Why have you been avoiding me lately?" This question could not make Biema settle down. He doesn't care. "If you keep avoiding me like this, I could get hurt, Biem. Your cold attitude hurt me," said Paris sounding bitter. The second sentence turned out to be able to make Biema stop her steps.

Seeing these two people, Mela became pity. Although he had a bad attitude when he heard that Biema immediately married this girl after declaring love and asking her to marry. Also a little annoyed with the attitude of Paris earlier, but at this time he was disturbed to want to help. They both look sad.

"If you want to solve your problems with your wife, you better just say it. Don't make me look like a bully to your relationship" Mela said. "I can put off our job."

"Or we should go first. While waiting for Biema to solve her problem." Fikar said the last two words furiously. Mela. He did not want to see the two of them fighting. He chose to leave.

"Regular. Husband and wife quarrels," replied Fikar casually.

"Biema looks very strange. He's very childish. I've never seen him like that." This woman is no longer upset. Maybe he doesn't want to go along hot like that couple.

"That's love. It can change anyone's heart" said Fikar like a poet.

In the room. Biema was still silent and frozen to hear the words Paris.

"Don't ignore me" repeated Paris. "Maybe at first I thought it would be normal for you to choose to avoid me after that fight. But I was wrong. I just wanted to see you more." Slowly Biema turned her body. Paris was looking at him.

"Ignore you these two days have made me fragile. Stop hurting me, Biem." The words of Paris made the man stunned at her. Biema.

"I confess. Yep. I'm starting to depend on you. I'm getting used to you always being by my side. I ... " Paris grieving. He was frustrated saying it all. Apalgi as his eyes began to glaze over. "I admit I love you. I'm starting to realize that." The tears are pushing out. Make Paris beedecih while wiping his tears. "However, if you ..."

"Stop," Biema ordered.

"Don't tell me to stop, Biem! If I don't say this soon, you'll keep me waiting. I don't want that!" Paris wiped her tears again.

"Stop crying Paris."

"Why tell me to stop crying, huh?! It's not you who made me ..." In an instant the body of Paris was in the arms of Biema. His sturdy arm was tightly shut.

"Enough. Enough, don't be like that anymore" Biema said near the girl's ear. He's still hugging.

"What's this?" ask Paris doesn't understand. Her tears were still on her cheeks. Surprised by Biema's treatment, Paris let her tears. "What is this, Biem?!"

"Thank you for realizing your feelings. I'm waiting for that. Waiting for you to say love me."

"Me-waiting? You ... You're not angry?" ask Paris stammering.

Biema took off her embrace. Biema wiped the tears on Paris' cheek. "I can't be mad at you Paris. That's not possible."

"So you're having a show?!" ask Paris with a wounded face. "So you ignored me it was a charade?" Paris' eyes began to turn red. She'll cry again. It looks like this will be a grudging and angry cry. Paris fooled. "You lied to me?" The same question continues.

"Marr ..." Biema felt Paris was going to explode again.

"Damn it! You made me say I loved you first, Biem! That, that ... Shit!" Paris's facial complexion increasingly showed her anger. This girl bit her lower lip with annoyance. Her tears fell. His hands combed his hair in frustration. "When I have never heard the word love from you, but you have forced me to say it first. I ..." Paris was at a loss for her angry words. "You .... Argh!" Paris pointed at Biema in annoyance. Paris's back wipes away the tears. He tried to hold back the crying.