Companion To Paris

Status Paris

"Why are you still talking about my request back then? Demand invites you to marry," asked Biema with anger glittering in her eyes.

"Sit down first, Biem," asked Mela as she patted the sofa seat next to her. Biema did not heed Mela's request. He chose to sit across from this woman. "I don't know what really makes you mad at me."

"Your sentences. Your words about me getting you married."

"What's wrong with that, Biem? Didn't you tell me yourself that you wanted to marry me? I'm not making false words. I'm just saying what you told me. Not more." Mela is not out of thought if Biema is angry because of this man's own statement to her. "Why should it be so angry anyway?"

"Because you said it in front of Paris." Slowly Biema started discussing the girl.

"The paris? Wh why? I don't need to hold back from saying anything in front of your sister's friend. Good. Maybe you don't want what we're talking about both to be heard by your sister through her friend. Besides that, what else? There's nothing special until I have to keep my mouth shut about you marrying me."

"There was. There's something special about Mela. Maybe you don't know yet. I need to tell you now, don't talk about the two of us in front of Paris, because she's my wife." Mela looked at Biema for a moment. His eyes blinked repeatedly. Like hearing something but not clearly.

"Wife? Your wife?" asked Mela reassured her ears to hear well. "Did you say wife just now?"

"Yes. Paris is my wife." Mela speechless. The words 'wife' instantly embedded in her brain and made her stare at Biema in disbelief.

"Wife .. did you say?" ask Mela slowly. Again. That word was very strange to him. It doesn't feel like I can believe it. How could that girl be this guy's wife. "You're kidding Biema?"

"Is it possible that I can still joke with you?" ask Biema back.

"It's all really weird for me." Mela smile. The smile that cannot be interpreted is happy. An awkward smile that came out from not being able to accept reality.

"Better, you leave immediately. I still have a lot of business." Biema's headed to her desk. Searching cellphone.

"She .. a girl who's still in Biema's school." Biema.

"Then?"

"If you say she's your lover, maybe I can still believe it, even if it feels weird. But if you say she's your wife, that's ..."

"Whatever you think you don't believe, whatever. What I said is true. Please, can you finish your business? I have to go after him."

"You married her because I refused you to marry me, Biem?" ask Mela with a sad face.

"Don't ask too many questions about this, Mel. That's beyond your rights."

"OKAY. I-i understand. Thanks for finding my phone." Mela stepped towards the door and suddenly stopped. "I hope your anger doesn't affect our agreement on cooperation."

"I knew. I can tell which jobs and which personal matters. We're still working together."

"OKAY. Thank ye. I'm leaving."

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His phone kept ringing. Paris ignored that. He knows it's Biema. This time Paris wants to spend time not by going around indistinctly. He's headed for the family mall. Although not home, at least here like a home for him. Because there was a brother working there.

Paris sat with her legs straightened. His backpack was still hanging on his back. He looked at the passing people. Paris is like a child losing its mother.

"Well Rendra, we should ... Wait." Wait." Arga who was passing by with Rendra saw his sister.

"What's up, Mister?" Rendra was astonished to see her master stop talking and step up. Rendra's eyeballs followed the man's line of sight.

"Isn't that my sister?" asked Arga a little doubtfully. Rendra who saw narrowed her eyes behind her glasses.

"Yes, Sir. That's your sister."

"Good." Rendra nodded. Arga's feet moved closer to Paris. Rendra's not coming. He just stood in his place.

"That's you Paris?" arga Tegur. Paris who happened to be looking down while holding her legs looked up.

"Sir Arga."

"Why is it here?" Arga looked around. He made sure his sister was with whom. "Only?" asked Arga finally after being convinced that Paris was alone.

"Yes. I'm alone."

"What time is this?" Arga looked towards the watch on his wrist. "Why were you here when your school just broke up?" ask Arga suspiciously.

"I didn't skip school, sister," Paris denied with Arga's suspicious gaze.

"Then?"

"I came home at 11. Then to the mother's house, because the mother made Biema lunch. So I also went to Biema's office, then ..." The Parisian sentence stopped. He remembered that there was a section that did not deserve publication. The best part of the secret is to keep to himself.

"Then what? Why stop?"

"No ... Its alright. Then I came here because I was lazy to go back to the apartment."

"If it's from Biema's office, she should be here with you for a walk."

"He works, Brother. It's still working hours, isn't it? It's impossible to keep me company." Paris gave a reason.

"If I hear Asha wants to go for a walk, I will gladly accompany her. I won't let him wander around like you." Arga compared himself to Biema.

"Don't compare her to her sister, dong," grumbled Paris. "Biema yes Biema. Brother Arga, Brother Arga." Arga smile.

"My sister doesn't like her husband to be compared." Arga's hand rattled his sister's hair slowly. Paris was neither angry nor angry. He needs a calm. He likes this swab. "Eh, why not get angry?" Seeing her sister silent, Arga was astonished. Unlike usual, this girl was silent when she got a touch that ruffled her hair.

"I'm lazy again." Paris tidied her hair as Arga removed her hand from the top of her head.

"We eat first? You're like a lack of food."

"I don't want to eat."

"Donate? Chocolate bread?" bargain Arga who knew it was her sister's favorite.

"Can. Just a little," said Paris interested although still reluctant.

"That's what we'll see later. Can you still say a little when your favorite food is in plain sight. Come on stand up," Arga asked. "wait. I'll take Rendra." Arga codes Rendra to come closer.

Rendra who despite standing a bit far away, he always looked towards the two of them. So when Arga gave the code, he understood. The secretary's feet approached.

"We eat first" Arga said after Rendra stood in front of him.

"Good."

They go to a donut outlet with a large national brand like an international brand. Arga immediately ordered a pack of donuts for his sister. Rendra sat at another table. He took the initiative not to eat one table because there was Paris. He currently chooses to eat from the menu.

A few minutes of food ordered.

"What's wrong?" ask Arga.

"What? Why suddenly?" ask Paris while taking donuts with various toppings.

"Why is your face bleak. What's wrong with you guys?" asked Arga while scooping the food on her plate.