Companion To Paris
Disbelief

Biema opens her eyes slowly.

"Paris ...," Biema said in surprise. "You crying?" He did not expect that Paris was in tears. His hand wiped his wife's tears. Head shakes. Though her tears were flowing, Paris could not call her crying. "Sorry I did. I'm breaking a promise not to touch you." This guy looks sorry.

"It's okay" answered Paris who himself was puzzled as to why. Biema then kisses her lips and forehead at once. Then dropped his body beside himself. Paris bit her lips slowly. For a moment it was like he was dreaming. What was he doing just now?

"Is it really okay?" ask Biema again while looking to the side. Paris nodded slowly.

The man sat down and pulled the blanket under their feet. Wrapping his body and Paris who was still innocent without anything.

"Biem ..," said Paris quietly. Biema.

"What's wrong? You want a drink?" ask Biema attention. Paris flashes. Didn't expect to get that question.

"Yes" he answered quickly. The real answer doesn't match what's on his mind right now. But somehow Paris agreed.

"Attent." Biema flicked the blanket. Paris was surprised to see Biema's innocent body. This man took the boxer lying just like that on the floor. Then stand up and wear it. then walk out of the room with only a boxer only. Paris gulps. He who looks to the side sees it all.

Although already seen, Paris still took the time to throw their faces in the other direction. His hand moved rubbing his face repeatedly. Staring at the ceiling of Biema's room with mixed thoughts.

Not long after that Biema entered the room again, while carrying drinks for Paris in her hands. Knowing the man was only wearing a boxer's interior, Paris did not immediately turn his head.

"Sit down" pinta Biema. Only after this order, did Paris get up slowly because he felt that there was still pain down there. His eyes glanced at the fact that his body was naked. His hands swiftly pulled the blanket to cover his body. She's panicking. "Here, drink it" Biema said. While Paris who was still shocked saw herself naked looked towards Biema quickly with a tense face. This girl did not take out the glass filled with water in her hands. "What's wrong? You're thirsty aren't you?" ask Biema astonished.

"Biem, what did we just do?" paris woke up from a dream. Still am. This girl still seemed to be unaware of what had happened just now.

"Drink, you must be thirsty" Biema said. Paris complied and took a glass filled with water in Biema's grasp. Drink it slowly with the mind his hands are busy holding the blanket so as not to fall.

Biema's outstretched hand touched Paris's head and stroked it. After feeling his throat was wet, Paris handed the glass back to Biema. This man received the sodoran and placed it on the nightstand.

"What happened just now?" ask Paris again. Although his attention had already been distracted by the drinking water, but he did not forget to ask again.

"We did it" Biema said softly.

"We did it?" ask Paris again. Seen on his face he was astonished, shocked and in disbelief.

"Yes. We're doing. Our first night," whispered Biema made Paris' ears flushed. He who was just guessing what had happened just now, suddenly embarrassed half to death when Biema made clear what they were doing just now.

"I-I'm going back to my room" Paris said suddenly. His body was about to rise with hands so tightly hugging the blanket.

"wait. Why?" tanya Biema held Paris' body to stand. Until this girl sat back in bed like that.

"Emc ... I don't know, but I do have to go back there" said Paris in confusion. His eyeballs moved to and fro wanting to dodge Biema's gaze. I heard a slow breath of this man.

"You mad?" biema asked as she brought her body closer to this girl. There was pain and disappointment implied from his voice. Then he held Paris' chin and forced her to look at him. Paris had to look at Biema. "You're angry because I broke my promise and you're doing it now?" tanya Biema looked at him warmly. Paris was silent with her eyeballs shaking. "sorry. I'm sorry Paris. I'm ...."

"Then?" pursue Biema. He should get the answer now. This uncomfortable awkward feeling should disappear.

"I ... I'm ... ashamed," Paris finally said. Biema. I didn't think it was Paris' answer. A moment later this man hugged her.

"I'm sorry" Biema said, sounding so relieved.

"I'm not angry" Paris said again.

"While you're not angry, I must apologize. I've been disavowed. I lost by my own will." Biema hugged his wife's body. Paris kept quiet and returned the hug later.

If someone asks, are you surprised? The answer to Paris is yes. Even he was confused and did not know what to do. It's his first time.

Paris finally returned to his room. Biema asked him to sleep. Paris according. With a gentle swipe at Paris' head, she finally fell asleep. Because Biema was tired of falling asleep later while hugging the body of Paris.

Paris felt weird this morning. He felt his body hurt all over. Especially at the waist. Especially his lower body. Sometimes he sizzles slowly feeling sore. His eyes closed for a moment and then shook loudly.

"Akhh .. This mind cannot be clear. Last night's memories always cross," said Paris geregetan. He was still in shock thinking about what happened last night. Unexpected and not expecting that night to be quickly passed.

Maybe it's too late for a married couple, but for him it feels so fast. It happened before he even graduated from school. Very beyond a doubt. Paris shook his head repeatedly.

"Ugh..." Paris hissing gwram in front of the kitchen table. Suddenly an arm was coiled around his waist. No longer the floating embrace as usual. This time the embrace was really tightly coiled around his stomach. Paris gasped and looked to the side.

"Good morning Paris," Biema said as she slipped a soft kiss on her shoulder. Paris closed his eyes for a moment. "I thought you went back to your room" continued this man. Paris opened her eyes. The clang softly answered Biema's question.

"No." Biema kisses Paris's head. Then he leaned his head against his shoulder. Enjoying the scent of the body of the girl who is now a whole woman for him. The mixed body aroma blended into one with his scent. "Don't you have to go to work today?" ask Paris while letting this guy

did that.

"I don't feel like I want to go to work."

"can't. Everyone will be looking for you. Especially Fikar."

"really. The man has been ringing my phone since this morning" Biema said with a funny grunt. Suddenly Paris hissed in pain making Biema take off her embrace in surprise. "Paris. You why?" biema asked with an anxious face.

"My waist hurts" Paris grimaced.

"illness?" biema asked while stroking Paris' waist. He's nodding. "Let's sit down," Biema led the girl to sit on the dining chair. Not feeling strong enough to sit up straight, Paris leaned her head on the table until her body dropped. Biema painstakingly stroked and kneaded him slowly.