Companion To Paris
Hungrier

"Don't tell me you easily let the girl calm down when you're repeatedly upset."

"No really. I actually wanted to beat him up, too," said Paris chuckling. Asha laughed too. There was the sound of Bik Sumi behind Asha.

"Where is this?" ask Paris.

"I'm at home. I'm leaving for the hospital soon."

"Mother's well, brother?"

"Yes. Although he looked lethargic because he thought of his father, he was healthy. Oh, yes Paris. Come to the hospital. Looks like mom wants to meet. Suddenly this afternoon he said that something was wrong. He even thinks your brother is in trouble."

"Mother already knows about this?" Paris worry. He immediately thought this had something to do with the problem he was facing.

"No. Even though the bike has something to do with your school problem, I'm sure he still doesn't know."

"Then why do you feel something is wrong?"

"He gave birth to you and Arga. If something happens to you two, surely his heart will also feel unsettled. A mother's instincts in her child are very strong. Although he did not know who was in trouble, his instincts were correct. That's why my mother was so worried." Asha gave the real explanation he quoted from the words taken from his own mother.

"Clearly how? I don't want you to know about this. Mommy's had a lot of thoughts about a sick father, time to think about me too." Paris is worried about mom.

"No. Mother must not know about it. That's why you try to go to the hospital. Isn't the problem over? So you don't have to worry anymore."

"Yes, Brother. The plan is I want to go there with Biema. But Biema is still tired because she just returned from out of town. I had to leave early to deal with my problems at school. So I haven't told you about dad."

"Marr ...." Biema's voice sounded from behind her back. Paris looked back. Lips smile.

"Biema huh?" ask Asha.

"Yes, Brother." Seeing Paris bring the phone closer to his ear, Biema knew that this girl was talking to someone through a mobile phone. So he approached without making any more noise.

"If that's what I've already called, yes. I'll call you later. The important thing is that I know everything is in order. It's Paris." Asha knew himself and ended their conversation.

"Yes. Greetings to Arash."

"okay." Paris slipped the phone in his pajama pocket again. "Are you awake?" ask Paris who started to pay attention to Biema.

"Yes. Who's calling?" tanya Biema was sitting on the dining chair.

"Sister Asha. He asked if the problem at school was over. She's anxious. I told you you'd done it." Biema nodded her head understanding.

"What are you doing?" tanya Biema finally after being curious about the activities of his wife. His head turned to the kitchen table.

"You make noodles. Hungry."

"Why not order food?"

"No need. Just eat this. You want? I want to make it for you too." Paris showed instant noodles to Biema. After seeing the instant noodles that were in Paris hands, this man stood up. Walk closer and look towards the kitchen table. "What do you want?" ask Paris confused.

"Make you mi."

"Then we cook it together" Biema said as she approached. Paris was shocked because she was still facing towards this man. His eyes blinked repeatedly as Biema stood right in front of him. Standing very close to himself. "You're gonna stay in this position when we cook?" ask Biema. The stove was right behind this girl. If Paris's body still faces forward, how can the man do it all.

The girl's face blushed. "Of course not." Paris' hand pushed Biema's body slowly and began to flip her body against the stove. Paris gasped as an arm passed through her waist. Although not touching the skin, this movement makes Paris had to hold his breath.

"What's this supposed to be?" said Biema tilted her head to see the look on Paris's face that was looking down while smiling seductively.

"Better not" said Paris after gulping.

"Why?" tanya Biema deliberately stalling.

I can melt and not control myself, you know.

"This position is not comfortable for cooking, Biem," Paris said. Biema.

"That's so ..." Biema pulled again his arm that was between the waist of Paris. "alright. Can you slide for a second? I can't reach the pot if you're right in front of the stove." Biema pointed at the stove in front of Paris.

"You don't have to cook, Biem. Leave me alone. Be sitting. You've helped me a lot in school, so it's time I serve you."

"Service me?" biema asked with a meaningful smile.

"Why is your face like that? What are you thinking?" the Paris protests that somehow blushed. Biema chuckled again.

"much. I think a lot. I help. I miss doing this together. Yesterday, it's been a while for me to leave you alone in the apartment."

"There's Sandra, really."

"I know, but the confused me is nowhere near you" Biema said as she gently rubbed Paris's head. This made Paris agree Biema helped. Then the man snatched the instant noodles in the hands of Paris. Prepare everything yourself deftly. Paris just stood looking on without being able to do anything. Everything was done well by Biema.

"In that case, I'd better just sit down. I don't think I'm needed here." Paris sees him as useless.

"No. Stay close to me." Biema held Paris' shoulder. Prevent him from going from there. "Shut up here, girl. No need to do anything. Just accompany me." Paris is clearly getting worse. He chose to stay next to this man. Apparently Biema is not just making instant noodles like she does. This man adds vegetables and eggs. There were also some sausages and cheese that had just been taken from the refrigerator.

"Don't you want to make instant noodles? How many ingredients?" tanya Paris looked at all the ingredients on the kitchen table in wonder.

"Just instant noodles are not interesting. So we have to add topping to make it beautiful and delicious," said Biema without taking a look from the green vegetables that are being cut. Paris nodded. "When at home, how?"

"In the mother's house anyway, just instant noodles. There is no other stuff. Bik Sumi never make instant noodles with a lot of ingredients like this."

"So you never did it yourself?"

"Emc ... It was males again. Tired." Paris raised his eyebrows because it was discovered that making instant noodles still sent a maid at home. Biema smile. "Some of it is better to make than to make it yourself."

"Oh, huh?"

"Yes. Aja kak Arga immediately said the instant noodles made by Kak Asha are very tasty. That's not for yourself." Paris so remember about instant noodles when her brother praised Kak Asha who has made instant noodles for her.