Companion To Paris

Disappear

"Why are you serious? Don't think too much. You will soon be gray." Biema plays her sister's hair.

"Lt!" grunt Sandra while pushing her brother's hand from her hair. "After all, isn't your sister going to marry someone else? The woman that my sister always loved. Why so suddenly marry Paris ..." Sandra tidied her hair that was made randomly by Biema.

"You've talked too much and concluded too much. I'm just a detective."

"I'm sorry to see Paris not as excited as ever ...," complained Sandra. "He's my best friend, brother. You shouldn't make her sad."

"At hand. Entered itself. I don't want you to know that I didn't pick up Paris and drive you home."

"Yes." Yeah." Sandra got out of the car. "I'll try to call Paris's phone, yes" Sandra said, continuing to discuss Paris.

"no need. I tried to contact him. Looks like the phone's turned off. I told you not to think. About Paris let me handle it. Get in there."

"alright. Daa ... Brother! Be careful on the road and soon find him!" Sandra waved her hands to let go of her brother. Biema. Sandra entered the gate of their house. While Biema drove her car away from home.

Still ringing in Biema's head about Sandra's words " ... After all, isn't your sister going to marry someone else? The woman that my sister always loved. Why so suddenly marry Paris ..."

The woman I always loved. The name Paris appeared. He remembered about the girl again. Biema immediately dialed the phone number of the girl's parents. Maybe he was there.

"Yes. Hendarto's family home" replied the voice across. A female.

"This ... Asha?" tanya Biema started memorizing the voices of the Paris family.

"really. This who?"

"I'm Biema."

"Eh, Biema. What's up?" Asha turned her head towards Paris who was currently behind her.

"Is Paris there now?" The girl shook her hands tightly. He did not want his existence known to the man.

"The paris? No. gabe. What's wrong?" Asha's forehead shriveled. His eyes looked towards Paris who was giving a thumbs up. He was praised for saving her.

"There's nothing. Thank you." Thank you."

"Mmm... Did Paris cause any trouble? Escape for example," guess Asha. Paris snorting. Actually Biema was about to close her phone immediately for fear of any kind of guesswork. But because Asha asked like that, Biema became unsteady. He wanted to tell Paris about the woman he knew from the nightclub fight.

"Not escaped. It's just that I can't find it in front of the school gate. We promised to meet her when she got home from school. I'm going to pick her up." Biema feels good saying about Paris to Asha.

"Mmm .. so." Asha finds out because this girl showed up at her parents' house. Paris just guessed the content of their conversation. "Wait in your apartment. He must have come back when it was time." Asha gave advice.

"I don't have to look for him?"

"Mmm .. need anyway. It's just that, he'll get even worse if you look for him at the moment. Just let him be alone." Asha knew the state of the girl's heart.

"It seems you know very well how Paris is now. So he's there now?"

"Then Paris was here." Paris took a second time.

"You must also know that she married me because she was forced to," Biema investigated as she scrunched her forehead.

"Mmm .. about that I know that too."

"Yes, Biema. Just wait for her arrival at home. I'm sure he can take care of himself outside. For now you do nothing. That would limit his movement."

"Fariss! Help you calm Arash dong!"

"I'm dataaang!" Unknowingly Paris rejects the call of the mother. Damnit damnit! redhead Paris in the heart. Paris ran in place of Asha.

He's right there! pekik Biema in the heart.

"Yes, Bun!" Asha answered at last. Asha and Biema's conversation was interrupted. It made Biema pensive for a moment.

Apparently he was so close to his sister-in-law. Well if Paris doesn't want me to find it. It's the first time. I might be able to let it.

A tit! The sound of the door was heard in someone opening from outside. A girl appeared with a sour face. Biema who had been in front of the tv, looked up.

"You finally showed up after a few hours of disappearing" he said. Not with a high and angry tone, but with a firm tone without the need to raise the intonation of speech. The eyes of Paris highlighted this sharp man. He did not comment anything on his words.

Paris still wears full school uniform. His shoes and backpack were still perched on his body. He has not changed his uniform with a casual dress.

Maybe because you want to rush into the room, the shoes are getting harder and harder to take off. Paris grumbled, cursing his shoes. Or was berating himself who was trapped in front of the door with the eyes of the man in front there still see it.

After taking it off, he placed the shoe in a shoe drawer. Then he sauntered leisurely and haughtily past Biema who was still looking at him.

"Why did you suddenly run away?" biema asked before the girl managed to open the door of her room. This time the man's body stood up. Paris stopped opening the door. His hand was still holding the door handle. After sighing, Paris twisted her body to face the man.

"I didn't disappear or run away. I'm coming home to my own house" Paris replied, not liking being accused of disappearing. Moreover, he was found at his parents' house. After letting the question float for a few minutes, Paris replied with origin. His tone was stiff and unfriendly.

"Don't we agree that we're going to stay here?"

"No. Not that we agreed. This is all you're planning, not me. You planned it by luring the hearts of my easily deceived parents." Hearing Paris's reply, Biema was silent. "In the first place I had no intention of following this ridiculous plan."

"Even though you deny it, you still cannot change it. We need to stay here. In my apartment." Biema finally showed her dominance.

"That's coercion," sizzled Paris.

"All this has happened. So please discuss with your heart to accept what has been decided." Biema said firmly. Then the man went back to the couch.

"Decisions can be changed if you want to. Change this decision Biema" said Paris, pleading a little. Biema looked at the girl in uniform behind her for a long time.

"No. I don't wanna do it. All these decisions have been made from the beginning." Biema turned her body looking towards the tv. He no longer faced Paris and turned his back on her.

"You don't really make sense!" hiss Paris was upset, furious and angry. Brak! Then enter the room by closing the door hard. Paris doesn't want to be here. Paris, however, opposed this decision. So he often ran away from this apartment and there was no end to it.

"Can't you, close the door the usual way?!" scold Biema with a shout. Because the girl was already in the room.

"Can't! So try to get used to my style like this!" sahut Paris answered Biema's question in the end.

Biema saw the tv by no longer able to focus on what she had been watching since. Breathing began to sound from his lips.