Companion To Paris
Noda

Biema never knew that after unification often the waist and back hurt. But as a grown man he had heard of this from others. Guilt was in his heart. Because Paris's back pain was probably caused by him last night.

"You should just fall asleep. I'll make a warm compress for your waist" Biema said.

"I'm gonna make breakfast for you." The initial intention of Paris did make breakfast, but that has not been done because he constantly remembered the events of last night. Until finally his waist hurt again when Biema hugged him.

"no need. Come on, I'll take you to bed." Biema drove Paris to her room. "For this time you can sleep in your room. Later after I clean up the messy room, you should always sleep there. In our room."

Paris did not answer. He just needs a stew now. Lastly, Paris came out of the man's room and it was still a mess. Paris let the man still sleep in the innocence of his body. He immediately ran away from there with this man's t-shirt. Because Biema carried herself with nothing attached to her body back then.

The biema comes back from the outside carrying a warm compress. By sleeping on his stomach, Paris began to be given a warm compress on his waist.

"I'll clean up the messy room because we were last night. If there's any need to call." Paris nodded with an embarrassed hue that appeared because of a little Biema sentence that discussed last night. Biema smiled seeing Paris's earlobes flushed red. "I didn't expect a little bit of last night to make you blush, '" teased Biema.

"Please don't talk about it anymore" Paris's request was held back. This guy is really mocking him

"alright. I'll clean up the room." After saying goodbye, he walked out of the room to his own room. Blankets and bed linen are still collapsing and disheveled. After her hands were busy looking for the figure of Paris beside her, she immediately got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. He deliberately let everything still irregular because he wanted to meet with Paris immediately.

His lips were smiling amusedly imagining the possibility of him going wild last night.

When cleaning the sky blue blanket, he found red stains that began to blacken. He didn't need to figure out what it was because it must have belonged to Paris. Biema folded everything together and put it on the edge near the wall. Then make the bed. When that phone that turned out to be on the nightstand rang.

Biema approached and picked it up. Fikar's name was there.

"What's wrong?" ask Biema.

"Today you came to the office?" tanya Fikar.

"Reg ... Yeah." yeah." Biema was hesitant because she wanted to accompany Paris again. But that's not possible. He had to go to the office today.

"OKAY. By the way, is Paris going to the test today?"

"No. Looks like it's only tomorrow."

"Oh, so. Yes already. I'm waiting for you at the office. Don't not show up without news like yesterday" threatened Fikar.

"So you threatened me?"

"Yes. Even if you're the boss, at least tell me something clear so I can tell the others if I ask."

"Who asked?" ask Biema while tidying up the pillow and bolster. The phone is between the shoulder and the ear.

"Mela."

"Oh him. Tumben you were confused as he asked."

"Because when I said you might get sick from out of town, he wanted to come to your apartment."

"Why didn't you tell me I was alone with my wife?"

"I don't want to talk about that. Maybe it's like I'm pumping it. I don't want to."

"I don't want to deliberately discuss the two of you in front of Mela. That's your business. Already, I'm closed." Biema put the phone back on the nightstand. He wanted to immediately make his bed neat.

In the room, Paris was staring at her wall pensively. The warm water compress still remained on his waist. Every now and then he shook his head like he was expelling something that was entrenched in his brain. Paris had not never heard of the first night, but if it had happened to herself. He who is still in school has felt it himself. That event was like a dream.

If you remember the chatter of the children he accidentally heard, there was no incident of back pain like this if doing the first night, but.

Biema passed in front of the open door of Paris. He had just wrapped a blanket and bed sheet to bring to the tattooist. His feet stopped for a while to see the girl who was about to become a woman. Now he stepped in closer to her.

"I changed the compress?" tawar Biema surprised Paris.

"T-no. You're not getting ready for the office?" tanya Paris was surprised to see Biema still with the shirt she was wearing earlier.

"Yes. I'm still preparing breakfast for you."

"No need, Biem. I can do it myself. You can immediately get ready to go to the office, "prevent Paris.

"Your waist hurts, Paris ..."

"Yes .. but still healthy. Don't fret. This pain will not be long" said Paris trying to convince. Biema.

"Know where you are, if your back pain is cured soon?" tanya Biema wants to tease Paris. Because he's sure Paris just felt that.

"Eee .. anyway," replied Paris of origin. "You don't doain me? You should doain I'm cured dong ..." Paris immediately turned to corner Biema.

"There's no way I don't do any of you.I always hope you get whatever's best. Including your health." Biema always said with all her gentleness in beautiful sentences. If so Paris should be quiet. He always loses if Biema says something like that about him.

"It has. Ready, gih. You have to work, right?"

"Yes. Later there will be people from the tattooist grab bed linen and blankets. So I've wrapped it all up in one place. You just love the guy." Paris nodded. After that it looked at the back of the man who was away from his bedroom.

Biema headed to the bathroom to clean herself up again. After cleaning the room, he was quite sweaty.

"Paris, I'm leaving" Biema said, appearing in the doorway. Paris looked up and nodded. His body is no longer broken. Now he sits freely. The pain was gone.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Call me if there's a need."

"I try not to trouble you" prune the stubborn Parisian. Biema who began to poultice the nature of this girl sighed.

"If you've tried it yourself, but you still need something, call me." Biema tried hard to tell Paris to ask her for help. "You can count on me."

"Yes ... I know."

"I'm leaving now."

"Yes. Careful." Just as the man was saying goodbye, a few seconds later he appeared again in front of Paris. This made this girl blink in wonder. "So did you forget?" ask Paris. Biema smile. Approaching without answering. This confused Paris. Suddenly hugged Paris without warning.

"Take care of yourself" said Biema lirih make Paris freeze. After taking off her embrace, Biema peeked at Paris.