Companion To Paris
Eating

"Arga?"

"Yes. Since then Arga has loved instant noodles made by Kak Asha ..," said Paris like a boy who told him about the delusion in his brain. Biema smile.

"Because that's what makes Kak Asha so it's more delicious twice." Biema looks back. "The work of a loved one will taste better than any other."

"Oh ..." Paris nodded slowly. It seems that the sentence was deliberately aimed at him. "Thus ... You make good too?"

"I don't know. For me it certainly is." Biema looks towards Paris again. "It depends on you feeling it." Sentence traps. It looks like Paris should really feel it and say good even if it's not good. Because that's what this guy is. The man she loved.

"What else would you do?" Point Paris at the noodles that are let out of the wrapper on the table.

"You don't know?" biema asked with a smile.

Paris shakes. "No."

"I'll make you an omelette. Have you ever eaten this?" Paris was silent while thinking.

"Buk Sumi never made it not, yes ..."

"So you never made anything other than telling Bik Sumi?" tanya Biema makes Paris grimace.

"I'm too busy thinking about school, so I don't have time to make things," she said.

"School is not necessary to think, but the books that need to be studied." Biema knows Paris is just reasoned.

"Yes that's how it is ..." Paris refused to argue. He must have lost.

"Can you crush this? I'll cut the vegetables and sausage." Biema lifts the noodles that have been removed from the package.

"Cracked? I can." Paris immediately crushes noodles that have a fragile texture that quickly.

"It seems that if it's related to power, you're the expert.".

"Don't tease me," spewed Paris. Biema laughed lightly.

The food is finally finished. Biema took him to the dining table. Paris was also happy with the completion of the troublesome event earlier. Until he can start eating.

"Mmc ... It's delicious," exclaimed Paris happily. His body until the pleasure quiver. "It's not a special meal, but why it's so delicious. Mmm ..." Paris did not stop praising the taste of the food she ate. Actually at the beginning, he was worried about the taste of Biema's cooking. He even intends to lie to show that they are a couple who love each other. "This is just mi. The instant noodles were conjured into other foods, but I felt a different sensation."

"I'm glad you like it."

"I'm going to make you bother cooking. You should be quiet to rest." Paris just realized it had made this man do many things. He thinned his lips while chewing the omelette inside his mouth. Then take a drink and drink it.

"I'm fine."

"Don't tell me you're not tired, Biema. Don't lie" Paris pointed to Biema.

"Yes I'm tired, but I'm happy to see you so happy. My fatigue is less." Paris was stunned by Biema's words. It also made him feel overwhelmed. Especially when Biema added the sentence, "Always happy Paris. Never once have you been sad. I always wish you a smile in happiness." Hearing this Paris's eyeballs suddenly brushed. He was speechless hearing this man's earnestness when he said so.

"It's not me who will always be happy and smile Biema, but us. We're both. You ... So am I." Paris firmly believes that right now his wish is that. Suddenly Biema stood up. He leaned his body close to Paris. Then gently snatched the back of Paris' head, then kissed her.

"I love you" Biema said after releasing her pagutan. Paris did not immediately answer. His eyes only blinked repeatedly in surprise. Even until the man returned to his seat, Paris was still shocked. "Come finish your meal. We need to get to bed soon." Suddenly Biema was talking about sleep.

"Oh, yeah. I'm tired of wanting to sleep again, too." Spontaneous Paris said what was on her mind as well.

After everything was completely finished eating, Biema pulled Paris's hand. Take this girl to the man's room.

So I have to sleep with him again?

"Sorry for making you sleep alone. So now I have to pay for it by keeping you asleep until morning."

"I'm okay with that!" paris screams at the end of her sentence as Biema pulls her hand until Paris' body slams into her chest.

"Just obey my wish" whispered Biema right in the ear of this girl. Paris who was already in the arms of Biema was silent.

Although the newspaper was no longer popular, Biema still received newspaper subscriptions from publishers. He is the old-fashioned type of person for this. This morning he was sitting on the balcony with a newspaper in his hand. Seriously reading and bathed in the morning light.

Paris squirms on the bed. Because the sunlight entered firmly, through the balcony door that was opened. Instead of waking up, Paris' eyes closed. Blankets are also increasingly pulled to cover the entire body. Paris went under the blanket.

But the morning wind continued to blow from the outside making Paris open his eyes while grumbling.

"Ih, it's cold. Where does this wind come from ...," said Paris who turned to and fro looking for the cause of the cold of this room. "The door's open, so it's colder." Paris was about to sneak under the covers again when Biema's voice made her realize she wasn't in her own room.

"Sorry, I woke you up."

Biema! I forget. I'm in Biema's room. Paris jumped up while getting out of bed in shock.

"You don't have to get up if you still want to sleep, Paris."

"No. It seems like it's time to wake up." Paris looked out the door and saw that the morning sun was shining brightly. Paris' body immediately walked towards the door. "We should have breakfast. I'll order breakfast."

"no need. We're gonna go out for breakfast together."

"Aren't you going to work?"

"No. I'll take a day off for today. So we can do a lot of both."

"really?" Biema. "alright. I'm gonna take a shower first."

"Yes." Yeah."

Paris rushed to the bathroom. This girl took a bath with a hum. She's happy. Biema did not need to wait for long, this girl had already appeared by changing clothes. Biema is also ready to go.

"It's the first time we've been out in the morning together" Paris said with a smile as she put her seatbelt on her body.

"Aren't we going out in the morning to let you go to school?" biema reminded. He started the engine.

"Different. It's routine. Not coming out this morning."

"Oh, so." Biema smile.

"Oh yes, I forgot. Asha's sister told us to see Dad in the hospital."

"Hospital? Dad sick?" biema asked in surprise. "

"Yes. Didn't I tell you?" Paris was also surprised Biema didn't know.

"I don't think so yet. Why did you just tell me Paris?"

"Oh no yes ... Sorry."

"We'd better get there. To which hospital are you in?"

"Not now" stop Paris.

"Why Paris? Shouldn't we hurry to the hospital?"

"Yes I know, but it's impossible now. Shouldn't I be taking the exam this morning? Mother will be amazed to see me there while the exam is going on."

"Mother doesn't know?" Paris nodded.

"alright. We'll be there when the exam time is over."