Companion To Paris
Moving house

After arriving at this house? ask Paris in your heart. He could no longer think clearly.

"Can you not, you immediately put on a shirt?!" paris orders still turn their backs on Biema tightly.

"Why?"

"Don't ask why! It's obviously impossible for me to see you naked!" yelled Paris annoyed.

"Oh, that's ..." Biema's response was flat. Hearing this Paris added urgency.

"Don't respond to my screams with such casual remarks Biema!"

"Then?"

"Ah, stop! Get your clothes on

Don't be naked in this room!"

"You're afraid of khilaf when you see my curves?" This question clearly provokes Paris who is always emotional when talking to this man.

"Shut up! I don't care!" Paris immediately turned her body with determination. Apparently Biema was fully dressed. Even the man had already moved away from the closet.

It seems Biema was deliberately playing herself earlier. Until Paris irritatedly set foot on the floor.

"You ..." Paris pointed out Biema. The man relaxed while taking his towel away.

"Go take a shower." Paris did not answer and immediately set foot into the bathroom.

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The dining table is filled with food. This dining room was originally filled with Asha as a daughter-in-law. Now it is full of Biema.

The mother who was still wearing crutches smiled when Paris appeared.

"Oh, your daughter's getting pretty." Stale compliments that don't make Paris happy. His eyes glanced at Biema who was sitting preparing for breakfast with her new family. Then snorted as it crossed the man. Biema heard that but did not respond.

Asha looks at her sister-in-law while feeding Arash in her carrier. Obviously Paris is not in a beautiful state today. His face was full of annoyance and annoyance.

"Sit near your husband, Paris." Mother has started to arrange her seat. The Parisian leg that would sit near the mother stopped. His skull goosebumps hearing the word 'husband' from the mother.

"It's a lot of seating, Bun. I'm free to sit anywhere, right?" Paris is about to argue.

"Aduuuhhh .. The newlyweds should side by side. Cook away ..." Mother sulking.

"Sit here, Paris." Paris turned his head and bought an eye towards Biema who was following him telling him to sit next to him. She protested to the man whom the crowd said was her husband. Biema should have kept her mouth shut. Not even follow the mother.

Asha smiled. Didn't expect Biema to be funny. The man rarely uttered jokes and jokes, but when he said something else that had something to do with Paris, it must have been amused.

Arga looked at his wife. "Arash ... your bundle is entertained," said Arga, playing his son's chin and cheek. This made Asha look up. Asking her husband to shut up. Prohibit any comment.

"Yes, Biema. Paris should be sitting next to you. That adds to the familiarity of husband and wife." Mommy is happy to hear Biema being supportive of her.

Damnit damnit!

With pursed lips Paris approached the chair beside Biema. His hand pulled the chair roughly. Then throw the buttocks on the chair with an impatient movement. Dad showed up later.

"How did you first live in this house, Biema?" ask his son-in-law.

"This is your home, too Biema. Second house." Mother chimed. Biema.

"Good ..." Hendarto's father smiled.

"Smile Paris. It's a happy day. Everyone laughs, only you bend your face and lips" Arga said.

"I'm hungry. Really hungry. Can we have breakfast soon?" Paris half grumbled as she said it.

"Aduuhhw ... You're it. If you're hungry, get up and make breakfast for you and your husband" she said. Paris is getting huffed at the mother's reprimand.

They also started breakfast immediately. Arash is placed in the baby's cradle with safety, so Asha can eat with the others.

"What do you like cooking?" ask Mommy.

"I'm not a picky eater. Any cuisine I can eat."

"Wahh .. lucky that Paris has very little cooking experience as your wife. I'm sorry, Paris isn't very cooking." Mother can start to open the shortcomings of Paris. Not a derogatory intent, the mother was only afraid Biema was surprised to find out her daughter could not cook properly. So he preceded saying so Biema had a view about cooking in the future.

"I don't have a problem with that, Mother."

"Aglorious ... Paris, even though Biema said no problem, you better learn to cook for her once in a while." Paris did not answer. "Ehem. Parissss ..." reprimanded the mother who did not get a response from her daughter.

"Yes Mother ...," answered Paris. Screeched inwardly while glancing at Biema.

"How are you planning on moving into your apartment, Biema?" ask Arga.

"Yes, as soon as possible."

Moving out? Biema's moving out? Good ... Paris' lips smiling won. Satisfied.

"If you think it's better that way, Daddy and Mommy are supportive." Dad was wise.

"really. It's possible that Paris will become more independent while living away from her parents." Mother added.

Wait for. Why mention my name? Paris who enjoyed the food because she heard Biema was about to move is now looking up. Trying to listen carefully.

"Wahh .. now no longer able to meet aunty Paris every day dong, Arash ...." Arga returned to his son's puffer cheek. The baby laughed as both hands moved in the air. When it finally hit Arga's cheek, the baby patted his father's cheek gently. Arga is excited to get a round of affection from Arash. Asha smiled seeing him.

"wait. It's not that Father and Mother are talking about Biema. Why did you suddenly mention me too?" ask Paris. Everyone looked in wonder. Paris found the look on the faces of their astonishment. "really, right? Biema will soon be moving into her apartment. What does this have to do with me?" All sighing. Smile too.

"My sister is so innocent." Arga chuckles. Asha hit her husband's arm slowly. Hendarto's father shook his head and continued eating. Mother thinned her lips.

"You're how the hell, Paris. If Biema moves into her apartment, that means you'll move in, too."

"Why?" Biema looked towards Paris who asked.

"Kok why? Aren't you husband and wife? So it's only natural to have to live together." Mother shook her head as well.

"What?!" Paris put down the spoon and stood up in surprise. Everyone looked at Paris. After gulping, Paris sat down again slowly. Stunned by his mother's words.

"What's Paris?" ask the father who has already noticed himself.

"It's all right, Dad .." - cf. Paris. Asha looked towards Arga. Iba saw the unusual surprise of this girl. Paris seems to be devastated. Arga placed her index finger towards her lips. Asking Asha not to tell him to comment.

After giving the answer Paris continued her breakfast. Not with the spirit as before, but with lethargy and powerless. Right said mother. If Biema lives in the apartment, it means that as a wife she has to come along. However it would sound heartening if their marriage was normal.

According to Paris, her marriage was very abnormal. He still hasn't graduated from school. He doesn't know who Biema is. Maybe the opposite too. The man may not know himself very well. Moreover, in his heart there was no love. Paris doesn't love that guy.