Companion To Paris
A sure heart

"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 .... " Paris pointed at Biema with annoyance. "Gurgh!" Her tears fell down the cheeks. Paris's back wanted to wipe away the tears, while trying to hold back the crying so as not to spread violently.

But before the back of the hand managed to touch the surface of the skin, Biema had already grabbed the hand first. Hold it in the air. Then he approached her face and touched Paris' lips with his.

Netra Paris. I was shocked to see what Biema did to him. The man was******* his lips softly.

Of course this is so unexpected. Paris nailed herself to where she stood. Keep opening the eyeballs watching. He can't squint. Not because his body was shackled by Biema's body. But that's because there's something that forbids him from moving. The feeling of love in his heart.

Paris let.

"I love you too. Loves you so much. Sorry, I'm late. Sorry, it made you say it first," Biema said softly after releasing the pagutan on the lips of this girl. Paris looked down. Feeling the unsettled thump in his chest. I ... fell in love. He was shocked at once. "Thank your head" pinta Biema. Paris is still down.

"Damn. I'm a fool. If you don't say it clearly like this, I'll have my doubts" Paris said. This girl still wants to cry. Not because of sadness. But because he is happy. "I doubt if you want to mess with me or seriously. Understand not, really ... " The voice of Paris is drowning. Biema then replaced the kiss with a warm hug for Paris.

"That's impossible. There's no way I'm not serious, Paris." Biema stroked Paris' hair gently. Girl's hurt.

"Maybe. That's very possible, Biem. We are not an ordinary couple. We can marry not because of our hearts, but because we are in a match. So I'm scared. I don't want to admit I need you out of fear."

"I'm sorry about that, Paris." Biema tightened her embrace. "I was fucked up myself when I avoided you. I'm restless, anxious. I want to hug you, but I have to hold it until I know you love me too. Because I'm afraid that if I force you, you'll be angry. I'm a coward for choosing to wait rather than advance." Finally this girl cried again in Biema's arms. "It has. Don't cry, Paris. You can get angry if it relaxes your heart. I was wrong, it hurt you. I'd love to see you too, but if I did, you'd still be sick of seeing me."

In her tears, Paris was stunned. He who will say a lot of expressions is upset, snuffed and listened to Biema's words well in between her tears.

This man was also tormented and injured like himself. Biema became a coward to keep her feelings still wavering. Both of his hands also hugged Biema's body tightly. This man needs to be calm too.

"I'm not fed up, Biem. I'm sad. When you act cold and avoid me, I'm sad, "reply Paris.

Biema distanced Paris's face while wiping the tears on her girl's cheek. Then his hands cupped both cheeks of this girl. Looked at him inside. "sorry. Can you forgive me?" ask Biema. Paris who looked up nodded his head. His face did not fade his smile. Paris was relieved, her heart was well-replying.

"sorry. I'm sorry too. Please understand me too late to realize that I love you" said Paris. Biema nodded in understanding.

"I always understood my wife who was a child" Biema said humorously. Paris glared and hit Biema's arm. The man smiled. She's happy. The wife said Biema now no longer makes Paris upset. That word made him happy.

Both are open to each other. Apologizing and forgiving. Nothing is more beautiful than peace of heart.

"But sorry, I have to leave right now. I have to catch up with Mela."

"Following Mela you said?" ask Paris while sitting. His face was shriveled and wanted to explode.

"It's about work, Paris. Don't have a scary face like this, hmm?" Biema flicked the tip of Paris' nose slowly. The girl grimaced. "You jealous?" tanya Biema wanted to tease while bringing her face closer to this girl.

"Wow, my girl's become so possessive." Biema smiled wryly.

"Not possessive. Only a woman's natural attitude when her man meets the former woman he loves" Parisian newspaper logically said. Biema hugged Paris from the side.

"You remember that question?" tanya Biema was sulking.

"What's? About Mela? Sure oes. I must always remember. That she's the ex-woman you love."

"I can't love her back to Paris. That doesn't make sense."

"Yes. Don't let you love another woman" sizzled Paris. His eyes flashed sharply as if giving a threat.

"I knew. I need to get the job done right away. You can stay here. I'll take you home later." Biema took off her embrace. Hearing her right to be picked up by this man again, Paris smiled happily.

"OKAY. Because of work, I let you go." Biema stepped out of the room. When he was at the door, the man came back. "Is there anything left?" ask Paris. He who had not sat down for deliberately wanting to see the man leave, was astonished.

"Yes." Yeah." Suddenly Biema peeked at Paris. "Coup in the forehead. I forgot that. I'm goin. Don't disappear," Biema recalled. Paris just nodded her head stiffly. Then Biema left. Really go. This girl was surprised. That was a surprise. Paris blushed to herself as she felt her face red.

"Buskey. I'm blushing. Especially that kiss. Maddened. I'm not dodging. I'm not mad. Maddened. I'm happy" Paris raved hysterically. He sat down on the sofa feeling so happy. "Know that I fell in love early on to Biema." Then Paris chuckled to himself.

Biema who was walking in the company hallway also smiled repeatedly. Heart's happy. Heart's happy. Restless fidgeting extinct. That feeling changed with incredible relief.

"I've managed to kiss her." Biema herself could not believe what she was doing. Because all this time they both fought more often than romantic. Moreover, the girl firmly explained that she did not want him. "navy ... Looks like the way I approached you worked. I need to be patient with you." Along the passageway to where Fikar and Mela were, Biema did not stop clucking happily.

Biema had already told Fikar first that he would come to their place.

"Can we finish the job immediately? I want to go home early" said Biema who just came directly give orders. After just continuing to smile at himself like a madman, Biema again put on the face of his CEO. Mela and Fikar looked at Biema with astonished looks. The amazement led to the exasperation of the god-level Biema's arbitrary attitude.

"So that's how you can solve your problems. You came and without a care to ask, can we finish the job immediately? After disappearing for the girl?" syndicate Fikar.

"My wife. She's my wife. You better shut up." Biema said it while pointing at Fikar with her finger. Fikar thinning lips scorn.

Mela sighed looking at him. "Congratulations. Although I don't know the real story, but ... Congratulations on your success in solving the problem."

"Thank you" Biema said flatly.

"That means we can work fast?" ask Mela to get serious.

"Yes. I can," Biema replied confidently. He was in a hurry to get home to take his little wife. Wait for me, Paris.