Companion To Paris
Mesmerizing

"Yes. He was indeed the most handsome man from the man who was here," Arga said relented. And sincerely hand over the title of handsome man to Biema. Paris was silent. "What's the matter exactly?" whispered Arga because she felt her sister was acting strangely by hugging her tightly like this.

"Thank you for helping me" Paris replied in a soft voice.

"Biema who helps you is not me" said Arga by adjusting the volume of his voice so that it can not be heard clearly.

"Yes, but thanks to sister ... Biema also appears to solve that problem. Thank ye. Arga smile. Patting his sister's back slowly.

"However I should help you. Even through Biema or anyone."

"Why are they whispering? There is Biema and others. Brother and sister." Mother grumbling. He was uncomfortable because there was Biema who had been watching.

"Paris must be kangen with her sister, Bun," Asha said.

"If you are all grown and have your own household so. Even though it used to be noisy when living together," said the mother. Dad smiled too.

"That means the relationship between the two of them is so close, Mother ..." Asha.

"Thank God" said Mr. Hendarto relieved. Biema looked at the two of them. He knew there was something secret he wanted to talk about. And most likely it was about school.

Arash's hands were grabbing. "It looks like Arash wants to embrace his father and his aunt as well" Asha said. Biema approached the baby again.

"May I be a fat?" biema asked Asha.

"Can. Can you?" ask Asha a little worried. He knew for sure this man had never held a baby.

"Little bit. I once held Auntie's child," Biema said confidently

"Hmm .. good that." Asha was relieved and pleased. Biema's outstretched hand touched baby Arash's body. Then lift it slowly. The baby is already in her arms. Looks like this baby is at home in Biema's arms.

"Don't you want Biema to show up?" asked Arga still whispering. Paris took off her embrace.

"Not unwilling, but not hearty," erratous Paris.

"You pretended to be a bitch when you wanted her to come?"

"Who is that?" paris cried while scrunching his face. Arga chuckles. Paris moved away from Arga and found Biema already holding her niece. The man laughed a little. Interact with the innocent and puffed-up creature in his arms.

His chest rippled at that. His eyes blinked repeatedly

Biema, oh no. He's good-looking.

Biema seemed to enjoy receiving the smile and touch of the adorable creature. According to him at this moment the man in front of him looked extremely sparkling. There was something else besides him that was always handsome and cool. Could it be because of Arash? Because of that baby padlock?

"See Paris! Biema can hold Arash. He's ready to be a dad!" exclaims Mrs Wardah looks happy.

Ready to be dad?

Without excuse, a red clover attacked Paris's face. This girl blushed suddenly hearing mother talk like that with enthusiasm. Especially when Biema turned to him with an adorable Arash smile.

I'm stunned.

Paris's clenched hand held the pounding of his heart which was now firmer than it had been.

Paris denied Arash's presence in Biema's sling which caused the man to shine beautifully. Head shakes. Throw away the thought that just crossed. Biema saw the strange behavior of her girl.

The cloud that had been perched in the sky had finally lowered its rain. Now the earth began to get wet from the water droplets from the sky. Biema's family will be in the hospital soon. So it's a responsibility for Paris and Biema to go home. They plan to wait.

Biema is waiting for her family at the end of the door of her own privacy area.

"Mama papa has come?" tanya Paris touched Biema's back who was standing facing the direction of the road. The head of this man looked.

"Yet. Maybe in a minute." Paris nodded. Then stand next to Biema. "You just go in. Wait inside. It's cold in here. The wind is strong," Biema said giving advice.

"Nothing. I want you to wait for papa's mama." Paris is not leaving. "I wear Asha's thick jacket anyway." Paris showed off the jacket that Asha had brought.

"You're a wayward." Biema's index finger poked this girl's forehead with a tremble. Paris grimacing. "It looks like it's their car," pointed Biema with her chin. Also true. The usual car in Sandra's ride appeared. In accordance with what Biema said, her family got out of the car. No need to use umbrellas, they have stopped in the parking area with a roof that shaded from the rain.

"Hello Paris and Biema." Mama hugged them both in turns. Papa showed up afterwards.

"You're not home yet?" ask Papa.

"Yet, Pa. We were waiting for Mama and Papa to come" replied Paris.

"You can get together again like you used to," said Biema who remembered when they had not been bound by marriage. When they first found. The driver of the house also got out of the car carrying a sweet fruit parcel.

"Here, let me take it." Biema volunteered to carry the large parcel. The driver of their family home thrust out the large fruit parcel. Sandra appeared with a happy face.

"Related ... Uh, brother Parissss!" ralat Sandra who got the death spotlight from her mother. Paris itself is also a pleasure to meet his best friend. "I suddenly miss. We have also met before." Sandra hugged Paris' body.

"really. Even though we just separated a day," said Paris gemes.

"Let's go inside" Biema asked.

Paris invites Sandra to her mother. "Come, Ma." Paris held the arm of the mother-in-law with Sandra beside her. Then they walked hand in hand to Mr. Hendarto's treatment room.

In the room, the Hendarto family was ready with the arrival of his besi family. Still in full formation. Arga, Asha, and mother welcomed Biema's family with happy smiles.

"Hello, Wardah." Mama Biema greets Miss Wardah and hugs.

"Disturbed to come. Where it rains too." Mrs Wardah is not good.

"Ah is nothing. All friends also. Long time does not appear," said Mama Biema while stroking his iron arm. They approached the bed to greet Mr. Hendarto who was lying on the bed.

"Hello Hendarto's. Is it better?" ask Papa Biema.

"Yes. I've been better." Mr. Hendarto smiled. Asha helps Biema put the fruit parcel. Then received a warm hug from Parisian in-laws. The familiar atmosphere was created instantly. This treatment room became crowded with the arrival of the Biema family. They offered each other praise for Arga's little boy. Until the discussion also arrived for the couple Paris and Biema.

Inevitably the conversation was about the issue of Parisian schools.

"We are sorry about the Paris problem can not be solved," said papa Biema who immediately made the four people there except Mr. Hendarto and Mrs Wardah were certainly very surprised.