Companion To Paris
Escape

Knowing the fact that Biemalah was the man she was betrothed to this time made Paris rise in blood. Especially when his mother innocently said she would marry him.

"What?! I have to get married?!" paris asked hysterically as she said her intentions.

"really. Mother has chosen the best candidate for you." Mother agreed to the Paris question that made the girl widen her eyes in disbelief. Definitely Biema. That's obvious.

"Why should I get married, Bun?" ask Paris.

"Everything has to get married." Same. Mother's reason is the same as her sister-in-law, Asha.

"I know, but for me to get married now that's impossible." Paris widened her eyes then squinted alternately. His forehead wrinkled.

"Why impossible?" ask mom to open her eyes.

"Yes, obviously impossible bun... I am still underage for married age. I'm still in school!" Mother was silent to hear her daughter remind about that. Namuj immediately smiled.

"No. You're old enough."

"How old is it, Bun? Mommy wants my school to fall apart until I don't graduate? Mommy wants me to drop out of school, if I'm finally getting married?" Paris gave the reason that had become his ace card to reject a marriage because of arranged marriage by mother.

"You're not going to be a mess because you dropped out of school. Mother guarantees. You'll still be Paris Hendarto even if you don't graduate." Mother said that with a strong determination.

"Mother! This mother how the hell? How is it that his daughter doesn't graduate school? That costs a lot. All the money you've spent on my father's school will be for naught."

"It won't be in vain. If you end up marrying this man, sacrificing your school is no problem either" said the mother who remained at the establishment. Married his daughter to the man of his choice. Paris gawked at hearing her mother say so.

"Aghhhh!!" yelled Paris annoyed. Mommy breezed to make Paris more chaotic.

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"Why make Paris suffer, Bun?" ask Dad when they're both free.

"Suffered?"

"Yes. Not that Mother forced him to marry Nugraha's son."

"From the beginning it wasn't that I agreed that we'd betroth Paris to Biema."

"Yes .. according to my father, Biema is a good man. Moreover, we already know his family. But when I saw Paris was angry like that, I felt sorry for it too."

"Ih, this father is a plan. Paris is a woman, she must have a good husband in every way because she will be the head of the family. For Arga, the mother gave leeway by choosing her own candidate because she was a man. His wife will eventually have to follow him."

"So you accepted Asha for being forced?"

"Hush! You can't accuse me like that. Don't say that either. Although initially the mother also wants to match Arga with her own choice of mother, it does not mean the mother does not sincerely accept Asha as a daughter-in-law. Now, Arga's mother-in-law and wife are Asha. There can be no forced word. This Mother accepts Asha. Not with a heart, but with a heart. Watch out don't get me wrong, Dad ..."

Hendarto's lips smiled to see his wife explain the matter at length.

"Yes, I understand."

"On Paris, Mommy believes Biema is good for her."

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Paris rebelled by running away from home and came to Asha's house in the village. Juna who saw the arrival of his brother-in-law alone was shocked.

"Don't ask too many questions. Help me get permission from mom to stay here." Paris stopped Juna's already gaping mouth from asking.

"How can I ask my mother for permission if you don't tell me what's wrong." Juna had good reason to force his sister-in-law to open her voice.

"Aaarghh .. sucks!" Paris sat next to her while sitting in the living room chair. This afternoon as usual, Juna's house was deserted. Mom's still at the stall and dad's still in the office.

"Well, it sucks, '" said Juna despite not knowing what was going on. He only insinuated Paris because he intended not to tell a story about his appearance in this house.

"Oh, that." Juna's flat response made Paris turn her head while scowling.

"Why is your response short?"

"What do I have to say? In the soap opera that my mother watched, often this kind of thing happened. The rich man betrothed his son. So I'm not surprised. You're a rich kid, so I think it's only natural that there's such a thing."

"It's not fair at all, Juni. The soap opera that my mother watched was awkward. There's no obligation on the rich to set their children up."

"I don't know. In soap opera, the conflict has mushroomed. Anyway there should be a match between two people who do not love each other in every soap opera let the rating rise."

"That's weird. Very." Very." Paris gave a furious, anxious and angry eye.

"But it's the most loved by the audience, Paris ..."

"That's it. Don't make me more upset. Anyway, I think your father is already rich enough. So you don't need any more support from your son-in-law to get richer." Paris said it not with arrogant intent. He said the facts. Juna accepted Paris' statement as well with the usual. She did not say Paris was a conceited girl who liked to show off wealth, because the reality said Paris was indeed the daughter of a rich man.

"Trus, if so ... You want to get a poor soul mate? The man who hung his life on you."

"Ehhhh .. that's not the time either. How can I live if my husband is unemployed." Paris is horrified.

"That means your destination is actually dong. You're paired with that guy so he doesn't depend on you."

"You're defending my people, anyway?!"

"I'm not defending. Because what? Because I got nothing. I'm just talking the truth. You who used to live is not difficult, so be in a match with a man who will not make it difficult. Like ... who?"

"Biema's."

"Yes, that's, but why do I feel that name is unfamiliar, yeah ..." Juna thought.

"Obviously no stranger. Because you could have heard that name from Sandra."

"Sandra's? What is her relationship with him?"

"Biema's her brother she's." Paris said that. Especially when Juna actually laughed at the information from Paris. "Why laugh, anyway? Make a bad mood."

"Haha ... Not surprisingly, the man you are betrothed to is your own best friend's brother. The story is really soap opera you," tease Juna that leads to more meledek.

"Aargggh! Hey!!"

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Mother and father were surprised to see Paris sleeping on the living room couch. Questions arose from the lips of Asha's parents. Paris told me she was on vacation. So want to live in the countryside. Juna who just came from the play and left this girl alone at home, throbbing. Scoffed at the reason the girl lived here.

"Are the holidays, Paris?" ask the suspicious mother. Especially when asked that, he turned to Juna who was a generation to ask for affirmation.

"My school is not the same as Paris. So maybe he's on vacation, ma'am." Juna helps his brother-in-law.

"Once, yes ... Have you asked permission from mom and dad at home?"

"Have." Because of lying, Paris got nervous too.

"alright. You can use Asha's room upstairs. Already, now you take a shower first and change." Paris still wears school uniforms. "Juna, help Paris carry her backpack up!"

"No need, Mom. Let Paris bring it."

"That might be heavy. Yunaaa!!"

"No, no, Mom. It's not heavy. Let Paris take it alone." Although she had been called by mother twice, Juna did not intend to come closer. Because he knows for sure Paris will not trouble him. Because the girl ran away from home.

"really?" ask mom to doubt.

"of course. Hahaha ..." Juna shook his head at the laughter of his brother-in-law. Laughter that arises because of desperation.