Companion To Paris
Fetal trail

Biema sighed hearing Mela was going to her apartment. There was not much thought as to what the woman had come to see him. But he didn't think too much about it.

"I haven't had a shower. I'd better take a shower before they come. At least rinsing my body with water because of it earlier," Biema said planning with a smile recalling her. He stopped cleaning up the mess of the pantry due to the actions of him and his beloved wife.

But when he thought about going to the bathroom, the sound of a bell from the entrance on someone's push. "That must be them." Biema pulled a tee shirt over the back of a dining chair nearby. Wear it while walking towards the door. Through the video intercom machine, Biema could see Fikar was at the door with Mela. "It turns out he is," sigh Biema tired to see there is indeed Mela behind the apartment door.

Biema unlocked and looked at the two of them.

"Come in ..," Biema said, inviting them to come in reluctantly. Fikar asked Mela to go inside first.

"I thought you came home sick or something." Mela looked at the wide back of this man from behind. By wearing a t-shirt, the body looks more prominent than usual. Because the shirt can plagiarize Biema's nice body clearly.

"Fikar didn't tell you?" biema asked without looking.

"No. He just smiled and said you were in the apartment right now. So I want to know for myself how you are." Hearing this Biema glanced at Fikar who was far behind Mela.

"No. I'm not sick. Just wanted to go home because I wanted to be with Paris." Here Biema doesn't cover up anything.

"The paris? Your wife is here?" Mela's eyeballs looked to the right and to the left looking for the girl's figure there.

"certain." Biema chuckled softly at this woman's question. "I wouldn't have wanted to go home sooner if there wasn't anyone at home." Biema sitting on the couch. Fikar's approaching. He wanted to sit down, but Mela was still standing. So Fikar sat down. He's standing by. "Sit down" Biema said. Luckily Biema said that. Otherwise, Fikar would still be standing there. Unlike Mela who still chose to stand.

In Mela's hand was something. Sort of parcels. Biema did not ask what it was. He's letting.

"This is for you." Mela pointed to the parcel she was carrying. Apparently it's fruits.

"There's no need to bring anything" Biema said.

"I brought this because I thought you were sick again after a business trip" Mela said. Biema codes Fikar to take the parcel in the woman's hand.

"Let me just put this on the table there" Mela said after seeing the pantry. The fikar that was about to stand up was not so. The man sat back down. Mela stepped herself towards the pantry. Biema gave a quick glance. He remembered something. The traces of his romance with Paris has not been finished he neatened and cleaned up. Everything was still scattered there because he chose to rush to open the door. To stop collecting Parisian clothes that are still on the floor.

He must have found it, Biema said in her heart.

Mela's feet just stepped on the pantry floor. His eyeballs found a piece of clothing on the floor. At first he thought it might be a floor rug, but as he approached it was a t-shirt. After putting the fruit basket on the table, his body ducked to pick up the sea-blue t-shirt.

As Mela was about to stand up, her eyes were fixed on another piece of clothing. Why are there other clothes?

"Biem ... Your clothes are on the floor. Maybe Paris forgot to drop it while carrying clothes," Mela said half-screaming. Biema grunts feeling funny.

"Yes!" this man is relaxed. Still with a smile on her lips. Fikar who noticed Biema felt strange. Strange smile. He looked towards the pantry wanting to know what Mela meant. But the woman was invisible.

"Where is he?" ask Fikar in confusion. "Why did he disappear from there?" Fikar stood up and tried to find Mela. Probably because the woman was still down.

Mela stood up to step closer towards the piece of clothing she saw. As his steps almost reached the clothes, he saw not just one but several clothes scattered there.

What was?

Mela rounded her eyes because she remembered something. When he saw that there was a set of underwear that he knew belonged to a woman he realized what was going on here. His clenched hands realized it seemed like something had just happened. Right here. In this pantry. Mela held her breath for a moment as suddenly a glimpse of the scene that happened flashed. His head shook repeatedly trying to throw it away.

The woman immediately lifted her foot from there and chose to approach the sofa. Sit down immediately with your legs folded and crossed. Wry face. Fikar was astonished to see Mela coming back from the pantry with her face bent.

"What's wrong?" ask Fikar wonder. Biema just smiled. Especially when Mela could not answer clearly.

"none. There's nothing" Mela replied looking the other way. Reluctant to look at the right pantry in front of the sofa where they are sitting.

"Why did you come back with a sour face?" ask Fikar again inquisitive.

"I said nothing, Fikar." This time Mela answered tightly. "Stop asking what's in there because I know I won't say it easily." Fikar's eye gnawing beads got a ketus answer from Mela. Moreover, his sentence that sounded unclear meaning. Biema smiled back. A meaningful smile.

There must be nothing in the pantry there, said Fikar even more curious. He was still trying to glance towards the pantry. Trying to extract information from his vision. But that's because he needs to get closer.

Mela screamed about clothes. What's with the clothes Mela means?

"What are you thinking until your forehead shrinks, Fikar. Was there a problem in the office?" ask Biema.

"Oh, no. No problems in the office."

"Don't want to know about what Mela saw in the pantry. You will not be able to bear it," said Biema deliberately make Fikar more curious.

"Which paris? Wasn't she in the rash with you?" tanya Fikar tried to throw away her curiosity with a reasonable question.

"He sleeps in the room. He's exhausted."

"Fatigue? She sick?"

"No. He's just exhausted" Biema said.

"Fatigue?" ask Fikar. This man frowned again. Somehow the meaning of fatigue sounded different from the usual meaning he heard. Mela sighed bitterly hearing Fikar who did not understand Biema's intentions.

"Paris is currently exhausted from having sex with Biema" said Mela, who finally told herself what she had avoided earlier. He said with annoyance to Fikar.

"What?" peekikar heard that.