Companion To Paris
You were?!

"In matchmaking? M-married? Me?" paris asked while pointing at her own nose. On a sunny afternoon in the back garden, Paris gets shocking news from her two brothers.

"Yes yes Paris. Arga and I are married. Here you are not married," said Asha funny. "Maybe not married. Just in a match."

"It's not about that, brother. I mean why should I get married? Why should I be in a match?" Paris bought his eyeballs.

"All men and women must marry." Asha gave a general explanation.

"I knew. My point is .. Why should I get married when I haven't graduated from school? Wh why? Why, Brother? Say why?!" Paris emotional. Asha looked the other way. Without being in the underline, Asha knew that. Paris is still in school. Still want to have fun as a teenager. Household life is too early for her.

Asha patted her husband's arm slowly. Ask for help answering Paris's questions about it. He did not want to make his sister-in-law flinch from hearing the news.

"Of course because you want it" replied Arga lightly. Asha widened her eyes hearing her husband's straightforward answer. But that is the real answer. She chose to play with her son, Arash, instead of listening to her husband.

"And why did you force me to get married?" Paris still asked that emotionally.

"Because Mommy is happy to do it." Again an honest answer from Arga's lips. Asha thinned her lips seeing her husband calmly answering a sensitive question from Paris. Asha's head needs to be in the shakes trying to ignore Arga's answer.

"How can you be happy to do it, brother? Then what about me? Don't you care about my feelings?" This girl is clearly emotional.

"The question is ask yourself. I didn't interfere. I'm just telling you." Arga was finally cornered.

"Then what about Arga?" tanya Paris pointed at her brother.

"What's wrong with me?" He asked so that Arga was astonished.

"How did Arga hear this news? Will you just shut up to see your sister being bullied?"

"What should I do, Paris?"

"Yes, sister should have given you the enlightenment not to do it. The matchmaking? A wedding? What's that?!" yelled Paris annoyed. "Sister should give you the understanding that I shouldn't be in a match. Especially in marriage."

"Why should I?" ask Arga not to follow.

"Yes, you have to help me dong! It used to be that when brother was in a match, I helped Brother Asha not to have to see brother Arga in a match. I purposely hid the fact that my sister was in a relationship with Asha's sister." Her ears sharpened listening to her sister-in-law's sentence.

"Hey ... You're counting your kindness, huh? Besides, before you help me, Asha I told you about the match. Without your help, Asha is ready. About you not telling mom that we're dating, I think you're wrong. For me it's better you tell mom that I'm in a relationship with her. It made it easier for me to propose to her." Arga replied with a long sentence. Inevitably Asha patted his arm. She protested all the words of her husband. Arga just smiled mischievously.

"So ... so ... big brother will let me get married?!" ask Paris is frustrated. Arga just shrugs. Not to interfere with your creations.

"Calm ... Your pleasure may be just for a moment. If you can show your persistence to resist. Mother will definitely retreat as well." Arga tried to calm his sister's heart.

"really?" ask Paris interested.

"Maybe."

"You look calm, Paris," said Asha who was watching Paris relaxing in front of the television.

"Why?"

"Mother is creating again, you know." For the word creative. Maybe to the people who heard, it sounded cool and nice. But this time it was not that creative. Not making cakes or dishes with new and unique flavors, but matchmaking.

Mother Wardah has a habit of introducing her children to the children of her friends. In short, matchmaking. He likes to match.

"Oh, about that. Although I'm in a match, but I will definitely refuse." Paris confidently said that.

"I knew. Surely you will match up with the others if I refuse with the first man. But I will be like brother Arga, who shows him that he has his own choice."

"Do you have a man of choice who will be offered to you?" ask Asha unsure. After breaking up from Lei, this girl did not look close to any guy. Although there is, it is not an approach that leads to a courtship. Paris just likes to be friends with a lot of guys without any love affair.

"Not yet, but I will show you that I can get good in front of you."

"I just pray your plan goes well. Mommy's betrothed and let you get your own partner." Asha gave her brother-in-law some encouragement.

"Again, I have good reason to reject your arranged marriage plan." Paris eyeballs are next to the curling.

"strong reason? What'sthat?" ask Asha to know.

"I'm still in school. There's no way you could have asked me to get married at such an early age. My school could be a mess if I had to get married, even get married." Paris was content to say that. His face was full of confidence in his thoughts.

"That's true. There's no way you're gonna make her daughter's school a mess. It can even get you out of school because you're getting married."

"really, right? Hahaha ..." Paris laughed and won. Asha smiled to see her sister-in-law found a reason to reject the arranged marriage made by mother. However, Asha was a bit doubtful. She who knew how persistent her husband's mother was to match Arga, she doubted the reason Paris would win.

Asha deliberately discussed this matchmaking because she got new information from the mother. About who will be in a match with Paris. Unable to do so, Asha chose to keep the name on her lips.

The day of blind dating arrived. Paris sat alone in the cafe. Mouth conical. When the mother said that she would be met by someone, Paris already knew that she would be betrothed. If he used to be afraid because in a match it is not fun, this time he considers ordinary.

Judging from the experience of her brother, Arga, who is also always in a match. All the arranged marriages failed until her brother managed to marry the woman he loved. Namely, Asha who is none other than the washerman in the Hendarto family.

Paris is lazy if you have to come earlier than the time set. But because the mother had continued to nag and give long advice to him, Paris complied with her mother's desire to come to the meeting place ten minutes early.

Waiting is exhausting, annoying and angering. What is waiting for is someone who is not expected.

Who will be betrothed to me?

Because always want to be angry because of the thought of this matchmaking, Paris has not had time to guess who was thrust mother to him. Because it's a little tense, Paris wants to go to the toilet.

Paris was shocked when she saw the chair in which the message had already contained a man. Even more surprised it was Biema. Yep. That's Biema. Biema Sandra's sister.

"I'm sure you're in the wrong place, Biema," Paris scolded without further ado. Biema looked to the side where Paris was passing by. Then followed the body of this girl to sit in front of her.

"Chairman number four, cafe Sherlock Holmes," Biema said the name of the cafe in Paris. Also do not forget to mention the seat number that has been ordered Paris. Paris' lips thinned in annoyance. Eyebrows converge.

"You're kidding me?"

"What about?" ask Biema.

"I'm having a meeting with someone here. So go don't bother," drive out Paris.

"You don't think that the one who's going to meet you is me?" tanya Biema made Paris who had been reluctant, immediately turned to her.

"You?!"

"Yes. The person your parents will marry is me."