Companion To Paris

Watch him

Biema's eyeballs are trying to re-examine who's the guy who's with Paris. Apparently Biema did not know the man very well.

Now Biema's body was near them.

"Paris." Biema's voice immediately tore apart the pleasure of the two of them chatter. Paris looked back. Lei also looked towards Biema. His body bowed slightly giving a respectful and courteous attitude when it knew that the one coming was his superior.

Biema's eyeball glanced briefly at Lei. His head nodded accepting the man's greeting.

"You're a new employee?" ask Biema to Lei. Paris looked towards the two of them.

"No. I'm an intern at the printing department. Now I'm on the company's party preparation team tomorrow" Lei said politely.

"Internship employee, yes ... " After saying that, Biema immediately changed the direction of view to Paris. "Why are you here?" biema asked in a low and firm voice.

"I'm trying to look around. Not intentionally also the place where the event that you mean. His intention is just a road. Didn't you say I should help with the preparations for the event?" ask Paris for wonder. According to Biema, she was invited here to help prepare for the company's birthday party. "So right, if I'm finally here."

Without excuse Lei walked away from the two of them. He was a little astonished by the familiarity of Paris and her superiors, but Lei tried to ignore.

"Yes, but you have to come here with me. They won't know who you are if you go around alone" Biema said, putting a little pressure on her sentence. His eyeballs glanced sharply at Lei's back which walked away. It seemed like the sentence was deliberately aimed at Lei.

Paris himself frowned feeling strange if walking alone was forbidden. He was not aware that chatting with Lei, made Biema riled up.

"Yes. Sometimes going around alone here makes me forget the first way." Paris caught Biema's point. Even if it's wrong. "I can get lost." Paris whispered feeling it was ridiculous. Biema smile. His eyeballs glanced towards Lei again.

In the heart Paris was nervous as well. Somehow he didn't want Biema to know that Lei was his ex. She ... afraid Biema is angry.

"Come, I'll accompany you around," Biema asked as she turned the Parisian body to face the road they were coming to. Biema's hand pushed Paris' shoulder gently.

Lei who was still there _though a bit away from them, glanced. Biema's hand pushing her back made her remember herself. Being the girl's lover.

Fikar appeared again in Biema's room as Paris went to the toilet. "Find out who's the guy who's interning in this office. I want to know who he is."

"Internship man?" ask Fikar wonder. Suddenly Biema wanted to know the intern. "To get a permanent employee contract? I salute you for caring so much for interns like them." Fikar gave a thumbs up. But when he saw Biema's dark face, Fikar realized that he had mistaken it.

"No. I was looking at him with Paris and was so familiar. Why could the man easily make Paris smile. In front of me, the girl rarely smiled." Biema showed her upset face. Fikar. "I want to know who he is" Biema continued.

"Which apprentice?" ask Fikar.

"Do I have to detailed him which intern is and tell you? Then what's the point of me paying you?" tanya Biema is fierce. Although he did not understand which person Biema was referring to, but he had already gained clarity of usefulness he was working here from Biema's mouth fiercely. He should be able to find her.

"OKAY. Hmm .. interns yes." Finally Fikar acted as if he understood. Fikar nodded his head in search of apprentices who could be remembered by his brain. But his memory became brilliant all of a sudden.

He remembered about the man who had talked to the wife of his superior. The only man besides Biema and herself who chatted with Paris was him. "If it's an intern, maybe a printing department ...," murmured Fikar. Biema looked at me because she was interested. Is he handsome, tall, and sturdy?" guess Fikar continued his sentence while sticking out the tip of his index finger for a moment.

Biema looked at Fikar with reluctant eyes. "I don't know if he's good-looking or not, but I think he's normal. Very ordinary." Biema said the last word with pressure. Not liking Fikar to say the good looks of another man who had made him restless in front of him.

"Oh, okay. Maybe he's very ordinary indeed," Fikar immediately replied.

"Ehh, that ... I've seen the two of them talk before today. The day Mela met Paris the second time in your room. I found Paris talking to him. Is it possible that she?" tanya Fikar hesitated and was afraid. Fear that the possibility is true.

"What?! So you already know that Paris knows that intern?!" ask Biema wrathfully. Fikar nodded slowly with a gulp. "Why didn't you tell me Fikar?!"

"I-I don't think it matters. I didn't know at the time that you loved Paris. It's not that you don't really care about that kind of thing either, it used to be ..." Fikar is not wrong. Biema was still doubtful when it would love Paris as it is now or not.

Biema closed her eyes. Clenching his hands and growling irritably felt Fikar's words were right. Then his hands rubbed his forehead and hair. Biema looks very frustrating.

"Okay, ignore that. So you know who he is?" tanya Biema made the decision not to blame this loyal assistant of hers.

"Not much. I only know his face and name because I often follow the intern. The name of the intern was Lei. As I recall, Paris once said that man was his upperclassman in high school."

"You asked Paris?" Biema saw astonishment.

"true."

"Unclassroom, yes .... " Biema nodded her head. "Supervise that employee," Biema orders seriously. More serious than when discussing work.

"Ready." Fikar instantly received the order out loud.

Paris walked into the room, right after they finished talking about Lei.

"Do you still want to be here or go home?" tanya Biema was never talking about Lei.

"You still have another show after this?" Paris asked before answering Biema's question. "I see you're ready to go." Paris saw Biema tidying up her desk.

"Yes. I'll have a drink with Fikar."

"At the nightclub?" search Paris.

"No. Just in a restaurant."

"Oh ...." Paris's tone of voice sounded relieved.

"You think I'm gonna go out there and make a mess like you?" Biema was mocking him. Reminds him of an incident at a nightclub with Asha. Paris grimacing.

"Oh, that night at the club that's turning blue?" syndicate Fikar.

"Yes. My face became blue because of the action," Biema said while pointing at Paris lightly.

"You still remember that. Cih, vindictive base," grumbled Paris. Biema smile.

"No. I'm not going to the nightclub. It's just a drink and a meal. I will also take the party preparation team tomorrow to come along. A little fun because it's the weekend."