Companion To Paris

That time

"So you feel that way because of being my subordinate?" scold Biema coldly who was apparently behind this man. Sandra and Juna knew that. Fikar's breath was choked. He swallowed his food without chewing. His eyes were glaring because they were choking. Juna immediately looked for drinking water for the man.

"What are you doing to him?" asked Paris while patting Biema's arm slowly. Biema turned her head towards Paris who was just standing next to her.

"No. I just asked him back what he said about me" Biema replied feeling innocent.

"She's scared of you" said Paris, laughing.

"As subordinates it is appropriate to be like that" Biema said firmly. Paris stepped forward, but Biema's hand swiftly pulled the backpack that was on the girl's back. "Where are you going?" preventably. Paris' body retreated again.

"What?" ask Paris while looking at Biema. He's like a thief caught red-handed.

"Where are you going?" repeat Biema because this girl has not answered.

"Kesana," pointed Paris at the food truck.

"No. Stayin' here. Fikar! Finish your meal and then we'll go home!" biema command. Fikar had tried to finish his meal before there was an order. "Stay here Paris. Don't go anywhere" Biema press.

But after saying that, he stepped forward.

"Where is he going? He told me to shut up, but he went everywhere" Paris sneered. Biema stepped forward towards the food truck. Precisely approaching Juna who is still near Fikar. Juna stood up as he looked up at Biema.

"Can I help you, sir?" juna asked calmly. She pretended not to know about this guy's jealousy towards her.

Sir? He called me, sir? tanya Biema was furious in her heart.

"I'm not Sir," hissed Biema still furious.

"Oh, sorry. I have to remain polite and respectful to the customer" Juna said, showing a face of guilt.

"Dump the call sir. Call me ... What's your call to Arga?" Biema has never met this guy. Especially hearing him talk to Arga. Fikar who could already be calmer as he choked on seeing Biema with his red face.

"Arga?" tanya Juna blinked her eyes.

"Ehem." Biema cleared for a moment. "You're Asha's sister, Arga's wife aren't you?" Biema finally revealed the identity of the man she had jealous of. There is a little shame in being jealous. But he had to stay cool in front of this young man.

Paris and Sandra watched the two of them silently.

"Who is that, Paris?" ask the girls standing around them. Because it looks like Paris' husband knows.

"My brother-in-law" replied Paris. They looked towards Juna again. I was interested in observing the two men.

"Oh, Brother Asha. Ja. I am Asha's sister." Juna was being reasonable.

"Thus ... That means ..." Biema confusion. He was ashamed of his jealousy.

"Yes. Turns out we're distant brothers-in-law." Juna. Biema.

"Then you call Arga what?"

"Sir ...," replied Juna slowly.

"Yes. Call me brother" Biema said sure. Juna's eyeballs glanced towards Paris. Tell her that her husband is starting to act a lot further away than he was. The girl smiled. Apparently Biema was trying to come to terms with her jealousy.

"OKAY. Brother Biema. I ..."

"Be like a boy my wife's age. There is no need to be too formal for me," Biema said sounding sniffy.

"Yes, Brother Biema ..." Juna just agreed. Paris approached with a smile of Sandra at the back. Fikar remained silent while continuing to eat. He did not want to waste the opportunity to eat for free.

"So you're getting to know him?" ask Paris a little bit of a teasing.

"There's no harm, right? Especially if he is your age. I need to be friends with the kids too" Biema said. Juna smiled faintly. Laugh at the behavior of this Parisian husband.

"Yes. Your husband and I can be good friends. Like you and me." Juna added.

"Good friend?" mock Paris. Lips throbbing.

"Wrongly? Then what's dong?" continued Juna.

"You are good brothers. Enough?" asked Biema who did not want to see the two of them getting closer.

"Oh right. We are good brothers. Even when you were panicking and angry because of your mother, you ran to my house in the village," said Juna made Paris surprised.

"Snow?" tanya Biema was interested.

"No. It's just a pity of the past." Paris told Biema not to listen. Juna hush. Seeing Paris give up, it indicates this girl does not want Biema to hear a little story before they get married.

"I want to hear about that too." Biema is trying to participate in their past.

"Don't. Better not. Aren't we going home after finding Fikar?" Paris tried to make Biema forget what Juna said. "Come, hurry home Fikar ...," hissed Paris. Fikar thinning lips. The young man remained silent because he felt he had spoken wrongly.

"Yes. We'll go home after I listen to what Juna has to say" Biema said. Fikar was a little grateful Biema refused to go home. This guy still wants to eat. Paris turned to the guy by giving a code not to continue what he was talking about earlier.

"Haha ... I think I should work." Juna understands.

"I paid for this food truck. Talking to me is one of your jobs." Inexplicably Biema's jealous side became curious to know more about what Paris did not tell her and instead told this brother-in-law.

"I'm sure it's not that important. Biema knew it wouldn't be useful." Juna tried to disguise well what he was actually talking about.

"So so?" Biema just wanted to know because in about. Human nature. The more forbidden the more curious.

"We're home" take Paris.

"Tell me Juna" forced Biema.

"No need to want to know anything unimportant, Biema ...," Paris insisted.

"Paris ran away to my house in the village because he was betrothed to you by my mother. He's against it because he doesn't want to." Juna revealed what he did not continue. Paris is headed to Juna. The guy just shrugged his shoulders. He thinks Biema is forcing. So he was kind enough to continue the conversation that he wanted to stop earlier.

A few seconds, Biema was silent. Paris panic. Fikar immediately put down his plate and asked Juna for a drink without making a sound. He feels this is not good. Juna immediately prepared a drink for Fikar.

"Oh, that's it" Biema said in the end.

"Yes. That's the most serious thing he's ever talked to me about. Besides, there's nothing else but the trivial matter of school children."

Biema grunting. Juna doesn't know what it means. Maybe scoffing at what Juna has said turns out not to be important. Or upset and angry. Juna doesn't know.

"We're going home" Biema asked slowly. Paris felt this would not be common. "Other times greet me if we meet on the street. I may have forgotten it because I met you first. I'll say hello if I remember you first, too" Biema said, feeling better about getting to know Juna better.

"Okay" said Juna welcoming this atmosphere of sudden friendship. Juna knew Biema was just trying to be nice because it turned out they were sisters-in-law.

"I'm home, Jun. Sandra too," pounced on Paris quietly. His hands were also waving at his friends who were there. Fikar is ready.