Companion To Paris

Childish

"Kha .. watir?" ask Paris not to believe it. Until he had to spell the word because it sounded strange in his ears.

"Yes. I'm worried because I feel like you're going to be in the same trouble again. You're the rioter." Paris' stunned face instantly vanished hearing this man's explanation.

Goddamnit!

"Hoo ... for that unpleasant reason?" Paris, who had been astonished by Biema's sentence earlier, was now back up in blood. His teeth were grinding in annoyance.

So in front of Biema I look like a rioter? Paris' lips chuckled and snorted at the same time. A sneer for him for thinking something else.

Crazy one! Am I crazy, thinking he's really worried? What kind of thought is this.

Biema glanced at Paris who was stuck with her own thoughts. Communicate with yourself to show a variety of unique expressions. The lips of this girl also sometimes cone.

What is he thinking now? What expression is that? Biema tried to read the look on this girl's face.

"You mad?" biema asked as if intentionally igniting a fire.

Paris looked at Biema quickly. "Cannot be. It's just ... don't make ambiguous sentences and attitudes, Biema," hiss Paris doesn't like. His index pointed towards this man's chest furiously. Biema. Observing Paris' index finger pressing on his chest.

"Actually, what are you thinking?" ask Biema.

Sherry doesn't like Biema's gaze and questions that seem to trap her. Hearing this Paris intends to get out of Biema's umbrella protection. He wanted to break through the heavy rain. But Biema's hand deftly immediately restrained Paris's shoulder.

"Where are you going, Paris?"

"I'd rather be raining than standing here too long with you."

"Don't. If you're sick I feel bad for your family. Your mother must be sad." Paris looked back. In the direction of Biema who was still holding her shoulder. Then looked Biema straight in the face. Mommy. Paris remembers her family. Paris brushed Biema's hand on her shoulder and stood beside Biema.

"In your eyes I'm just a rioter, huh?" ask Paris upset.

"Three times I find you involved in a fight, what nickname can I give you other than a rioter." It looks like Biema just keeps getting stuck in Paris. Until this girl gets upset.

"Despite that, I don't accept being called that. You are childish," said Paris fiercely.

"Me?"

"obvious. Who else? If I you call childish is still natural. I'm still in school age. It's just that someone ruthlessly and foolishly took away the freedom of my youth who still wanted to play here and there."

"So you're blatantly berating me now?"

"What else is the right name for a person who marries a girl still in school like me? Especially for the reason of being forced. That's outrageous" retorted Paris. Biema.

"If I don't marry you because I have to, how?" biema asked, looking to the side. Then he looked at Paris who was currently looking at him.

"What's the matter?" Suddenly Paris was nervous. Damn this guy. He always had an ambiguous attitude. Unclear.

"How do you behave towards me?" Biema continues the question.

"Hhh ... No need to ask and want to know. If indeed you married me with good intentions, without being told also you would know that I would behave the same, but sorry ..we are both not in such a situation," paris is cold. "Hurry and get me home. Aren't you here to take me home?" ask Paris in an upset tone.

"Would you like to come home with me?" ask Biema astonished.

Paris grunting. "Because you know I usually refuse so you want to rain here with me?" Paris glanced towards Biema's shoulder away from her. He sees Biema deliberately providing protection for him a little overboard.

The shoulder was wet from the rain. It meant that this man had intentionally left the small umbrella he was carrying not protecting himself completely. It's to make Paris not rained. Even though Paris's body was wet because it did not find a proper shelter.

Paris began recording Biema's new nature. The man has been acting ambiguous lately.

Today, after school. Paris usually plans to escape Biema. But this time, Paris was certain the man would not appear at the gates of her school. Although the hours of returning home from school changed because there were activities for teachers, Paris felt unsettled. If you usually go home from school around 2 and a half, now forward to 11.

"Good day, Miss Paris," said Fikar just as Paris appeared at the school gate.

This surprised Paris. "Yes my. It turned out that still he could know my schedule back home from school," grumbled Paris. The man must have an insider who gave him the information. Who else if not Sandra. "So Biema told you to pick me up?" ask Paris who has been caught wet.

"true."

"Then where is he?" Paris didn't see the man around there.

"Mr Biema is having a need in her office, so she can't call you. Please get in the car," asked Fikar politely.

Paris squinted at Fikar's speaking style. "Stop being so formal with me. If you feel uncomfortable, you respect me enough as a person just now. No need to call me, lady. Enough with the name."

"I'm not ...."

"Stop. Can you not, you are not acting too much? After all, you're Biema's friend, right?"

"Biema would be upset if I .. eh?" Fikar surprised himself with his language that began to sound more relaxed.

"Yes. Just like that. Me and you. Enough of that. I'm not the big lady. Besides, you must know our marriage is fake." Paris spoke very bluntly about it. Making Fikar round his eyes did not expect this girl to talk casually.

"If Biema hears, she will surely growl." murmured Fikar.

Paris's cell phone rings. The name of the mother appears on the screen.

"Paris, if there is free time here well ...," said mother.

A bunch. I have plenty of free time, Mother. Even if there wasn't, I definitely would rather go there than to Biema's apartment.

"Now I can get there, Bun."

"Huh, now? Don't you still go to school, baby? What time is it?"

"Yes. I came home from school this morning, Bun. The teachers have activities."

"really? Then come here now huh? Really coincidental. You went home to get Biema, right?"

"No."

"Yes? He didn't pick you up from school?" Mother sounded surprised. "When Mother has told Biema to always pick you up. He promised to do it every day..." So the mother told him to pick me up at school? " ... Mother will scold him to always pick you up." Mother sounded really want to immediately reprimand her daughter-in-law.

"Don't, Bun. He's always picking her up" Paris rushed.

"You said he didn't pick you up, baby ...."

"Yes. Today he did not pick me up, but he sent someone to pick me up. Now the employee is in front of the school to drive me home."

"Oh .. so. Okay, okay. Biema can always be trusted. He's a good guy, isn't he Paris?" Mother praised her daughter-in-law. Paris was upset to hear that.

"Hmmm ...," said Paris was not sincere.