Companion To Paris

Guests for Biema

"You wouldn't say I'm a spy if you had no intention other than to meet him just as a courtesy," Fikar concluded.

"Stop suspecting me." Biema had already tidied up her tie and suit. He was now preparing to go downstairs to meet Mela.

"I deserve to be suspicious, if this is anything to do with that woman. Not that you're so obsessed with her." Biema who had already stepped closer to the door that was behind Desta, glanced. Look at his sharp eyes.

"That was."

"You can say that easily with your mouth, but the look in your eyes is not" said Desta opened the door to his superior.

"Stop reading my movements. If you come with me, shut the fuck up right now" Fikar said.

"OKAY. I'm gonna shut up. Please ..." Fikar finally closed his mouth and let Biema out.

Downstairs, Mela was sitting on the sofa waiting. She looks so pretty in a blouse suit and skirt below the knees. The look of the established woman was on her. High shoes are graceful in color, adding to the nice appearance of Mela.

"She's still pretty" murmured Fikar ahead of Biema. Without a word, Biema knew. The appearance of the woman was getting more charming and beautiful. Biema inwardly admired the look of this woman.

"Mela," call Biema slowly. The woman looked. Lips smile. The fashion magazine on her lap is closed. Then he stood up and twisted his body.

"Hopefully my arrival does not interfere with your work time" said Mela graceful.

"No." Fikar glanced at Biema. As if to pout his answer. He must have known that this guy was still working. Upon hearing that Mela was coming, she immediately packed up to meet her.

"really? Mercifully. Hello, Fikar," said Mela to the man beside Biema.

"Hello," replied Fikar flatly and kindly without compromising his modesty. Here he is Biema's subordinate and Mela is Biema's guest.

"You still look good." Mela looked at these two men with a knotty smile. Yep. Because the two of them were so close and familiar, the nickname mismatched couple stuck to them when they were in school. The three of them were first school friends.

"Yes. Biema can't get away from me" Fikar joked. Mela chuckles. Biema simply responds with a glare.

"What do you need?" ask Biema.

"You're straight to the point, aren't you?" Mela see Biema sweet.

"Of course Biema is. Because it's so rare to see you show up here." Fikar spoke.

"For now it may be yes, but it used to be that I didn't come to your family's company often ..." said Mela as she spread her gaze to the lobby.

This woman appears here often. Biema's mind went back to that time. He was with Mela. Long ago.

"I was going to take you to breakfast this morning. It turns out you have other needs. Is it because you're with your soulmate?" show Mela to Fikar while smiling witfully.

Biema just smiled thinly. He didn't answer yes or no. Fikar was a little confused. It's just that he was trying to follow the storyline that Biema created.

"Would you like to have lunch with me?" bargain Mela. Fikar glanced at his friend. He waited for Biema's response which seemed very slow. Like I still need to think long.

"Fikar will also have lunch with me" Biema said, which made Fikar surprised. This afternoon he did not schedule a lunch together. Hence when Biema said that, Fikar blinked his eyes in astonishment. Twice he was astonished and confused by the sentences uttered Biema.

"Fikar can come to lunch with us. Because I'm also gonna talk about a job." Mela looked towards Fikar.

This time Biema turned to Fikar. The man's face was still accompanied by a smile.

"Alright if Fikar can come along." Biema agrees.

"I brought my own car. We can meet at Sherlock's cafe." Mela told them where they had lunch.

"All right."

"Okay Mela." Fikar waved at the woman cheerfully. "He stays graceful. Who will eventually be his companion?" Fikar was actually inviting Biema to discuss, but the man next to him was silent with his eyes constantly looking at the woman's back. Until the woman disappears at the company exit.

Fikar closely watched Biema.

"Why?" ask Fikar.

Biema looked at Fikar. "What's? What are you asking?"

"Why do you keep seeing Mela like that?"

"Whatchu mean? Let's get to Mela's place." Biema takes Fikar to the employee parking lot located at the back.

"The look is still the same. Stay 'like that'." Fikar concluded while following his superior.

"What gaze?"

"The gaze shines when you see Mela."

"She's beautiful. I'm not the only one saying that. You also. My gaze is the universal language of a man looking at a beautiful woman."

"You're smart to answer Biema" Fikar praised as he chuckled.

"Don't praise if you aim to sneer at someone's words." Biema knew Fikar's praise was aimed at mocking him. Fikar's laughter was getting louder, to make the passing employees astonished.

"I got caught." Fikar's laughter began to subside. "I was sneering at you. The universal language you say? Just be right. That's just your excuse." Biema did not respond. Finally they arrived at the parking lot. The fikar holding the car contacts walked ahead of Biema approaching to the car.

After the door was unlocked, Biema opened the back door and entered. While Fikar was in front to drive. Car engine is on. Fikar directs the wheels of the car to get out of the company.

"For others perhaps your gaze on Mela is the universal language of a man who is looking at a beautiful woman. But for me not. That look was the gaze of a man filled with love." Fikar was still discussing about Biema's gaze on Mela earlier.

"You're not tired of talking about it."

"Don't switch the conversation to anything else. You know you can't answer me," Fikar said as he played both eyebrows. Feeling victorious can corner his friend and boss who sometimes looks haughty.

Biema sighed seeing Fikar persistently want to make himself silenced speechless. From the reflection of the glass on the steering wheel, he knew at this moment Fikr was hovering high feeling victorious.

"That's true. Me and Mela are still good friends. Then why should I look at him with such a strange look. Even the look that shows me hating him. I have to show you that we are loving and loving little friends." Biema's answer clearly made Fikar grieve. This guy is slippery once answering his trap questions.

"You can still explain my accusation."

"If so, I refuse your praise. Now I'm receiving a compliment from you. Because it seems like it's really from the bottom of your heart." Biema smiled faintly showing her victory.