Love Comes Because of the Unaccustomed

Want to marry me?

Another Queen, another story with Paris. The closer the wedding day approaches, the quieter Paris becomes. He rarely went out of the room. Urination, of course. Usually the bride and groom will be enthusiastic about preparing everything, but different from Paris. He was not interested in preparing anything.

Paris was currently sitting on the balcony of her room while leaning against the balcony wall. He leaned his head on both knees which he bent as he put his hands on his knees. Paris remembered the events he had been going through lately.

Paris recalls arguing while negotiating with her parents.

“ Daddy, mom, Paris really do not want to marry young. Moreover, his marriage is the same he. “ whining Paris.

“ But Daddy is the same mother you want to marry. “ Reply Bryan did not want to lose. “ You want, or not, it has no effect with our decision. “

“ You still want to maintain your favorite motorbike? “ ask the mother.

“ Yes please. “ reply Paris firmly.

“ Hence marriage. “ says Bryan. Makes Paris pout.

“ You still want to go to college pilot? “ ask Pipit back.

“ Yes obviously yes bund. “ Reply Paris.

“ Yes, the terms are easy. You're following Daddy the same mother. Point. “ said Pipit.

“ Okay. Paris is married. But do not want to be the same he. “ sahut Paris origin.

“ Okay. Who do you want to marry? Daddy doesn't matter, the important thing is that you marry. Daddy will cancel your arranged marriage with the Permana family child. “ said Bryan who is ready to accept the princess's challenge. He's sure. His daughter just talks.

Without a word, Paris got up from his seat, then took the key of his motorbike, and drove the bike at a fairly high speed. After twenty minutes of travel, Paris arrived at the cafe where the tongkrongannya with his sohibs.

“ regular place is empty right sister? “ ask Paris to cafe waitress.

“ Empty brother. “ replied the waiter who had memorized with Paris and his friends. Then Paris bowed a little and walked to the location she was referring to.

After a few minutes, Azkara came over. Indeed, Paris had called azkara sebeleum himself forwarded his motorbike to this cafe.

“ Again BT? “ asked Azkara who while giving his pan*tat on the seat in front of Paris. Paris who was staring blankly at the fish pond that was next to him sat down, a little surprised.

“ Uh, elo have come Ka. “ welcome Paris.

“ Lo why Ris ? “ asked Azkara while taking a Paris drink and sipped it until half stay.

“ Have me it Ka. “ complains Paris.

“ Thirst me. I was again at the jodo place you call me here in a hurry. Haven't had time to drink me. “ Azkara said.

“ Brother. “ call Paris to one of the maids. And the waiter immediately came to his desk.

“ Brother, make tomato juice mix carrot one yes. Same avocado juice plus one more. French fries original the big one. “ Paris start to order. “ Lo want to eat what Ka? Want to eat some carbs, right ? “ ask to Azkara.

“ Gue tenderloin. One. “ reply Azkara.

“ Same tenderloin one yes sis. “ add Paris.

“ Good brother. We will prepare the order soon. In wait yes brother. “ said the waiter And Paris answered him with a nod.

“ Lo why the hell Ris. Not usually you face kucek kayak gini. “ asked Azkara who had noticed the look on the face of butek friend who was also the girl he loved.

“ Hey, lo why? “ ask Azkara while caressing the head of Paris. “ If I can help, I will help. “

“ I'm in soul mate, Ka. “ said Paris while plunging his head into both hands he stacks on the table.

“ What? Paris, please. I am talking seriously again. Don't joke like this. Oath, not funny joke lo, Ris. “ sahut Azkara while cackling crisp.

Paris lifted her face. “ I'm serious, Azkara my bebeb. “ he replied.

Azkara. His heart suddenly beat very fast. His heart was like squeezing ten fingers at a time. “ Who is the same? “ tanyanya choked.

“ Agam. “ SAhut Paris.

“ What? A gaam? “ strangles Azkara while leaning slightly forward. Paris nodded, then threw away his face. Azkara rubbed her face rough. “ How can you be in the same match Azkara? Is it because he did not help you when you had an accident? “ ask Azkara.

Paris shook her head while bowing deeply.

“ Then why? How can you be in the same soul mate with him? “ ask Azkara back.

“ Bokap me, the same bokapnya turned out to be an old friend. When we were still together in the womb, I thought I was equally nyokap he planned to make our soul mate. “ replied Paris cf.

Azkara rubbed his face again rough. He sat on his back on the back of the chair. The momentary silent atmosphere. They are busy with their own thoughts. Paris bit his fingernails. Azkara was feeling tight in her chest. He will lose the girl who became his first love. The girl he loved was silent for almost 9 years.

“ Lo... Can you not refuse the wishes of your parents ? “ Azkara re-opens his voice.

“ I can not resist the desire to bokap same nyokap. This concerns my ideals and my favorite goods. “ said Paris. He breathed a rough breath.

“ Bokap same nyokap actually does not mean I make matchmaking with Agam. But they just want to, I'm married. That's the condition of the bokap same nyokap so that I can be a pilot, and my favorite motorbike they do not sell. Are you heavy on Ka's terms? “ complacent Paris.

“ Why don't you try nego so that his marriage if you have graduated from college? “

“ Udah, Ka. But at the reject. They wanted me to marry before college. If I don't want to marry, I can't go to college on pilot. “ says Paris.

The mood was silent again. Azkara's heart is still raging.

“ Ka, will you hug me? I need support nih. “ pinta Paris down. Hearing Paris' request, Azkara shifted her chair toward Paris, then grabbed Paris' body and in her arms. He stroked Paris' arm and hugged Paris' body from the side.

“ Ka, say lo time at the top first really no? “ ask Paris.

Azkara scrunched his forehead. “ Which speech? “

“ Lo time say lo love me. “ replied Paris with a voice that remains slow. Really, this is not exactly Parisian style. He never talked about love with anyone.

Azkara took off her embrace, and slightly distanced her body from Paris's body. Then he looked at Paris' face. “ I am not as serious as yesterday talking to someone. “ he said with a gaze that can stab to the heart.

“ If so, will you help me? “ ask Paris while returning Azkara's gaze.

“ Ask for help what? “ asked Azkara with a view that is no less serious.

“ Do you want to, marry me? “ ask Paris with a hopeful look.

Seriate