Companion To Paris

Fights

"Mela's choice to choose our company is the right action. Isn't that right, Mr Biema?" asked Fikar while looking at the man.

"So you'll still force cooperation with my company even if I refuse?" tanya Biema stopped her mouthful.

"So .. did you reject my offer?" ask Mela back. "I doubt about that." Mela raised her eyebrows. "You never refused my request Biem. As usual ..." Mela looks sure. Fikar ate while looking at Biema. She awaits Biema's answer to the question of her superior childhood friend's beautiful woman.

Hhc ... Mela is not wrong. Biema often complies with this woman's request since long ago. Because Biema is so crazy about him. A sweet little girl who always paid attention to him.

"It's not what Mela used to be, but since I'm sure you're doing your job well, I'll accept this offer of cooperation." Biema agreed to this offer in the end. Fikar pulled the tip of his lips. He suspects, biema will not be able to refuse Mela's offer. That's for sure. This man seemed to still hold a taste in Mela.

"I know you must have accepted this offer." Mela smiled with her triumphant face. "Finally we'll work together."

"Well, the three of us will often meet because of this work. We both eat lunch like this, Mel, often" said Fikar with sparkling eyes. He took advantage of this deal. Although not yet official.

"Tractier? Wh who? This afternoon I'm just taking you to lunch together. About the cost of eating and drinking would have to pay for themselves dong," said Mela casually make Fikar mendelik.

"Yes. You're right Mela. This is not a treaty. It doesn't matter to me" Biema added. He's agreed.

"Hey ... When did you guys do that to me? I'm a man of lack." Fikar. Mela finally laughed. Amused by Fikar who looks groggy.

"Yes. I'll buy you lunch this time," said Mela to make Fikar relieved.

"Thank you, Mel."

"Together, Fik. So, where's this guy's thank you?" mela said as she moved her chin pointing at Biema.

"Thank you too, Biem." Fikar menowel Biema's arm. Highlight Biema's eyes immediately stared at Fikar sharply.

"I don't need to thank you. Because I'm not in this place because of my wishes. I'm here because of someone .. and it's you Mela. You brought me to this cafe and lunch. Though I already had a lunch schedule with Fikar, but you ruined our show." Rejection and explanation of Biema long and wide make Fikar thinning lips feel his friend is really outrageous. Though the lunch schedule that Biema said never existed.

"really so. You are right, Biem. Basis ... Biema is chatty. Your explanation is long." Mela curses Biema with a joke.

"That's the truth." Biema takes it seriously. Mela thins lips denounces Biema.

"Tante how's it going, Biem?" ask Mela.

"good. Very good."

"So kangen." Mela drank a drink in front of her. "Still living there, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Outside the cafe there was a bit of a commotion. It looks like there's a fight. And the players are school students. Seen from the uniform he wears. They're still high school students. Some kids got into a fight.

"So remember the school," murmured Fikar. They were watching some high school students fighting out there. "However, if you think about it now, what's the point of fighting like that." Fikar sipped his drink.

"Maybe they feel free by being able to remove uneg-uneg through kicks and punches." Mela responded to Fikar's comments wisely.

"Free may be yes, but it can be annoying to others. Even they make themselves messed up." Fikar.

"Recycle your food. No need to take care of those kids out there." Biema who had not been looking back since then started to say words.

"As usual. Biema has always been the coldest person in dealing with things." Mela the poultice. "You're like a jutek man, Biem," Mela recalls.

"If it has nothing to do with us, why should we bother commenting and thinking about them" Biema said. That's got a point too. Because it's not good to take care of others.

"Wait first. It seems I feel familiar with one of the children who were fighting," said Fikar who immediately made Mela turn her head once again towards those who were fighting outside.

"really? Is he your sister? Your brother?" asked Mela who wiped her lips with a tissue for having spent lunch.

"Not." Fikar shook his head without looking at Mela. His eyes were still focused on looking ahead at the few children who were still wearing school uniforms.

"He had no brother or sister sitting in High School." Biema without looking at the evidence. Mela looked at Biema.

"really? Then who do you mean Fik? He said he felt foreign. Don't-don't your lover yeah ...," ledek Mela.

"It wasn't either. Not likely. There's no way I'd want to date a child who still stinks so," Fikar said unknowingly touching a sensitive spot in Biema's heart.

Biema's head who looked down at her phone this time looked up and immediately saw a sharp fikar. Rattling. For a moment Fikar realized that he had offended his superiors. Isn't Biema currently marrying a high school girl? "I mean, it's me. I'm not going out with a high school boy" Falat Fikar immediately. He's a slacker by the way.

Hearing Fikar's reply, Mela turned to Biema. Because earlier Fikar was correcting his sentence by looking at the man. Then look again at Fikar.

"I know it's you. Who is going out with High School? There's no, is there?" ask Mela. He also asked Biema for support. Biema just glanced at Mela's reaction. He drank his juice again.

"Then? She who?" asked Mela again while looking at Biema and Fikar alternately. He's still curious.

"He is Paris" said Fikar.

A paris? Biema. His hand that was about to press the call button on the Paris number stopped as well. Then look out quickly. Looking with both eyes towards a girl who is currently fighting a guy.

"The paris? Who's that?" ask Mela to know. A name that felt so foreign to his ears. Fikar kept silent as he glanced towards Biema who stopped his entire movement. Hearing the name called Fikar, Biema froze.

Parisian. It was indeed Paris, Biema hissed in the heart. What the hell is he doing there?