Companion To Paris
Old enemy

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The photo that has just been created, sent directly to someone by the photographer. Not just one, but several photos that have been successfully taken secretly by this person.

In an indoor swimming pool, some girls were swimming. Then one of them came closer to the pool. Climb to the surface and sit in a lounger chair. Seeing that there was a notification on the screen bar of the phone, this girl immediately grabbed it.

There's a picture sent by his spies.

"So they play it to the hotel too ... Whoa, whoa. If this does not need to be engineered as well, they are really 'playing," said Priski happy. Yep. This girl was happy to get the materials for her gossip. He was like a news seeker thirsty for the breaking news of his idol.

"Actually the rumor she's a call girl is terrible no hell?" asked one of the girls who was still in the water, hesitating.

"Why ask that? It's not that the gossip is bad enough ..." This girl describes the word severe in hyperbole style.

"I think so too. But there was no movement that made him frustrated. Even though one school had gossiped about him like that, but he was ordinary," added his friend. "I would then doubt. It's really top gossip, isn't it?" This girl is having a discussion.

Priski frowned hearing their comrade speak. "I guess he's just pretending. There can't be a girl who feels ordinary when she says call girl. Especially that one school. There are photos that support the news as well. He must have suffered. Sure." Priski was so sure when he said that.

"Yes too. Paris must be just trying to be okay."

"So if you're on call girls, you must be angry too, Pris?" The plain question from his friend made Paris furious.

"of course! You want to call me a call girl, huh?!" Priski mad. The girls were elbowing each other. Priski snorted in annoyance. "So he felt that this rumor was less powerful for him. Because he's not affected. What really made him panic, yeah ... I have to find out."

Biema's car has reached the parking area of this hotel. Just getting out of the car, Paris immediately asked, "Well we go to the hotel?" After enduring, it finally failed to not ask.

"You think?" tanya Biema is increasingly making puzzles in the brains of Paris.

"No need to talk. Just say it quickly." Paris is impatient. Because with Biema playing such a puzzle, her wild thoughts are rampant. That really makes the movement of Paris so hampered. Suddenly nervous and agitated himself.

"I'm just taking you to lunch" Biema said.

"Oh just eat ...," said Paris as disappointed.

"So .. You want something else?" search Biema.

"Huh? No," Paris denies.

"You sound disappointed."

"No way." Paris strongly denied. "It has. We need to eat fast. I'm hungry."

It's lunch time, of course Paris is starving. Although in a situation of a little cranky, time to eat still have to eat.

"Too much lunch in a hotel restaurant like this" said Paris, glancing to the right and to the left.

"I'm trying to please my wife, who's craving for a trace of love from her husband."

"What love trail? That's your bite, Biem ..." Parisian eyeballs widened scuffles.

"Yes. I did bite you. Little." Biema showed her fingertips with a thumb. Paris growled at that.

"Oh, so ... You're doing good."

"will not. As long as you don't throw tantrums" sizzle Paris.

"OKAY. So when exactly are you testing?" biema asked as she put food into her mouth.

"Tomorrow. So tonight I have to go to bed early. I don't want you to bother me tonight." A stern warning from Paris to Biema. He knows the 'disruptive' that Paris says.

"Yes. I'll try to hold it as well as possible. As before." Not only this time Biema had to refrain from touching Paris. It had been done since this girl was indifferent to him. So he was sure that this time too.

"Biem. You realize that since then there has been someone who seems to follow us?" tanya Paris began to suspect. The guy with the sales look was so suspicious.

"No."

"No time? Obviously that guy always seems to be watching us."

Biema finally turned her head towards the person who was referring to Paris. "Maybe it's the man who's my business rival's man."

"Oh, right too. Sales looks must be related to a company. It's impossible for me to be in school." Paris was not thinking of another. He continued eating.

Though only one step away he managed to bend the stalkers who took their photos since then. One more step he can remove the gossip about call girls. But Paris is still Paris. Sometimes he is too clumsy around.

"Of course," Biema said in support of the movement no matter his wife. Biema's eyeball glanced again at the man in that neat and very slippery shirt. Trying to observe.

"Hey you guys. I didn't expect to see you two here." Mela appeared there. "Hello Paris," said Mela sounded more friendly than ever.

"Hello too" said Paris, raising one hand.

"Want lunch?" ask Biema.

"Yes." Yeah." Mela answered him with a sweet smile adorning her face.

"Ehem!" Paris thumped hard. Making a code for Mela immediately erased her sweet smile to Biema. Mela glances. This man realized that his girl was jealous. It was also hard-coded for him to keep his way of speaking and distance from Mela.

"I forgot to say, you should have thanked me back then." Paris, who had been watching this woman since, now increasingly focused his eyes and ears on her.

Biema. "What do you mean?"

"You can become more and more familiar like this, it's because of my existence." Biema's eyeballs squinted. "Because of me, you know each other's feelings." Biema snorted hearing that. Mela felt too confident.

"really. That's right" exclaimed Paris suddenly. Biema. "I think it's true. I can tell that I may have special feelings for you because Mela showed up. I was hurt at the time." Paris reveals again about that time. Mela smiled proudly. "Thank you, Mela. It's been. Please leave if you just want to make a sweet smile for Biema, "go Paris. Biema smiled amusedly hearing Paris trying to expel Mela.

"This girl .." growled Mela.

"Mela," said a voice in the back. All looking. "I know it's you." A well-dressed man smiled at Mela.

"Hey. I've been waiting for you. Meet my friend and his wife." Mela introduced the man to Biema and Paris. Biema and Paris stood up to greet the man's helping hand. They shake hands. "I'm not here to bother you. Excuse me. I've been pretty busy with accompanying my lover." Mela hugged the man's arm spoiledly.

"Wahh .. good, good. Sip." Paris is still in 'exorcising' Mela mode. The woman's head shook. Then rolled his eyes reluctantly.

"Alright Biema. I'm leaving." Mela's boyfriend also said goodbye.

"Yes." Yeah." Biema greeted Mela who was immediately greeted with a ferocious gaze Paris.