Companion To Paris
The guy who thumped

In a moment of peace, suddenly Arash, who was sleeping in Asha's arms, cried so hard. Like something was bothering him. Since then, everyone has been focused on talking. No one was teasing him. Even the most ignorant person, the Parisian aunty, did not care about it.

Asha stood up while fondling her son to calm down. Baby Arash was still crying. This is not usually. The one that can calm baby Arash the most is Asha, but this time it's different. The baby was still crying while in his sling.

Arga took over immediately, but the baby was still crying. Although Arga tried hard to pet and pet her son, the baby still cried fussy. All panic. Even the omanya was also rejected raw by the baby.

"Why the same Uty still do not want. Aren't you the same everyday?" ask Mrs Wardah in wonder. Finally baby Arash is back in his sling. But Arash's cry was still like that. Even more fussy.

Paris approached while tightening both eyebrows.

"This baby is so fussy. I slept comfortably and woke up. When I woke up, I was crying. What the hell, Arashhh ...," grumbled Paris. "Here I'm carrying," Paris asked Asha.

"Have it, let your brother be the one who's fat. Sana accompany Biema that you know," said mrs Wardah advising. Because he had been rejected by his grandson so he suggested this girl give up wanting to follow

"Yes. Just let me. Arash was bad, bad mood," said Asha, who was busy rocking her son's body to stop crying. He deliberately refused help from his sister. As this was unusual, it seemed difficult to ease Arash's cries. So she wanted to calm her baby down with her own efforts. Not bothering others.

"This time is not as simple as usual, Paris," Arga warned. "It has. Don't make the crying worse."

Paris' lips thinned. Heading towards his brother.

"Enak. Nothing, Asha. Try it. Once you want to," said Paris forced. "All of you I'll be jahilin him, let's be more cry," Paris joked.

"I bump you if you do that," threatened Arga snatch with his sister.

"Maha." Paris laughed jokingly making her brother angry. How not. When everything can not make a baby puffed up Arash stop crying, even himself, Paris just joked.

But it's magical. Instantly the baby was silent when Paris was just about to hold.

"Eh, Arash is silent," cried Asha in surprise. Everyone was surprised too. Especially when the baby is now moving on the arm of Paris. It was an amazing moment. Arash was completely silent. Although there was still some left, her cries died down.

"Why be quiet, baby?” ask Paris in amazement and stunned at herself.

"Hm ... Arash wants his aunty, nih ... A lot of times just carry Arash, sister of Paris," said Sandra who can call Paris correctly in front of her family. That is sticking the 'sister' frills in front of the girl's name. "Let Kak Asha and Aunt Wardah take a break from Arash's gendongin schedule" Sandra lamented in another laugh.

"Why can you stop crying, father's son?" ask Arga not to believe. "But the same father was still fussy," complained Arga to his son who was calm in his sister's arms.

"I don't know." Paris herself did not believe that the baby chose silence while inside her carrier. "So weird too.

"Maybe it's time for Paris to have a baby time, yes ...," said mama Biema made this girl turn her head quickly.

"Oh, maybe. Babies are very sensitive to people. It could be that Paris already has a maternal instinct that makes Arash feel at home," added the mother make Paris mendelik.

A baby? Me? Just be true ...

Paris grimaced in the heart. He did not know there was one heart that suddenly thumped hearing that. Heart of a man.

Paris and Biema arrive at the apartment when the sun is down. Along with the return of Biema's family. This girl fell asleep on the couch.

"Tomorrow you work?" tanya Paris looked up at the door of Biema's room which was close to the sofa in front of the tv. The man still did not enter the room. He still holds the door handle. Because Paris asked she turned her head towards this girl with a smile.

Click! The sound of the bedroom door in the lock. Paris looked towards the door quickly. Then half his body turned to look at the door of the room that had been completely closed.

Is he going to sleep? I think there's still a chat session together. Hhh ... The good atmosphere was not making a big difference in life in the apartment.

Paris fixed the location of the fall. Now he returned to the ground properly while staring at the ceiling of the apartment.

Clamps!

The sound of the room door opening makes Paris move to look at the door. The man appeared in a black shirt with short sleeves. Then go to the bathroom.

Paris is back. His hand grabbed the television remote. Viewing randomly without wanting to watch it. Just accompanying her bored self. Maybe in about 10 minutes, Biema emerged from behind the bathroom. The smell of soap sprinkled from his body. Paris glances. The man went back into his room.

Biema looks paced with confusion.

"Why the hell, he? Did I sleep, yeah ... Not that today hasn't rested." There was a note of incoming messages on his phone lying on the table. His hand grabbed and unlocked the screen. Apparently from the operator. The active period of cellular data on his phone will run out.

The sound of the door opening sounded. Biema was neat and out of the room.

"Wanna eat?" fresh Biema. His voice sounds strange.

"No. I'm already full. Where are you going?" ask Paris for wonder. This guy looks neat.

"I want to go out for a while" Biema said with her voice sounding even stranger. Paris moved to Biema. There's something strange about this guy. The voice of this man suddenly became hoarse and stinging. "What's wrong?" tanya Biema saw Paris acting strangely. Biema's legs retreated as this girl approached her.

"Aren't you feeling well, Biem?" ask Paris in surprise. Eyebrows converge.

"No. I'm fine."

"Your voice is hoarse."

"Just a little cold. I'm out for a minute."

"Outside the rain."

"No. It's gone." The sound of rain was no longer heard outside. That indicates the rain has gone.

"alright. Careful." Biema.

"Sleep when you are sleepy. Hasn't he been in the hospital all day?"

"Yes. I seem to be sleepy." Paris agreed. Because he wanted to be like that. Biema came out the door leaving Paris.

"Where is he really going?" paris was curious. "Ah done. I'm sleepy. But ... It looks like a warm bath used to be nice. My body's sticky. Sleep well if my body is clean." Paris immediately headed to the bathroom cheerfully. Then turn on the water and fill the bath with hot water.

Before taking a bath, Paris was a little bit toyed with the water. "Warm ... It's good, I'll take a shower." Paris excited. Soon he entered a bath that was filled with hot water. The cold outside makes a warm bath so soothing.