Companion To Paris
Wearied

Fikar had to move out of this place. He can't stay here much longer. Biema doesn't allow that. The man threw him out.

"Wait," said Fikar, realizing there was something to talk about. His feet that had reached the door stopped. Biema is following him. Biema was already staring intently as Fikar's feet stopped stepping out. "It's important. Very important," said Fikar seriously.

"Just say what's up." It made Biema give this man time to talk.

"I'm just reminding. Tomorrow's Paris national exam. Don't forget." Biema. He forgot that. "I'd rather he's not sick by the exam tomorrow. You gotta make sure of that." Fikar really said something important. After the man closed the door and locked automatically, Biema screeched from forgetting. He forgot tomorrow this girl was going to take the exam that was already delayed. Instead of telling him to study, he made Paris tired and tired.

His feet immediately headed towards the room. He wants to see Paris. The girl was still asleep in her sleep. The blanket still covered his body.

"I forgot he still had a task to complete the exam. What the hell am I doing?" sesal Biema's. If this girl was in pain upon waking up tomorrow morning, she would have to apologize profusely. He made the girl exhausted. Biema approached and peeked at Paris.

Biema panicked as the girl's body wriggled as she felt someone touch her cheek. A little murmuring while keeping your eyes closed. As Biema reached out her hand to gently rub her arm, Paris fell asleep again. This girl is like a sleeping little angel. "I love you, Paris," whispered Biema gently.

Biema woke up early. He wanted everything to be in order when he left. Not the Parisian desire or who. Biema often choose to prepare breakfast for both of them.

He prepared warm water in the bath. In order to be used immediately when the girl wants to take a shower immediately. He also prepared breakfast by processing frozen food that was bought yesterday in Paris.

There was a sound of a room door opening while Biema was still struggling with kitchen furniture. The girl appeared with narrowed eyes and a body wrapped in bed cover.

"Wake up, baby?" biema asked with a smile. The head of Paris nodded silently. The girl's eyes could not open her eyes properly. Slowly adjusting to the morning. Even when the road was a little dazed to the right or to the left. Biema is approaching soon. Capturing Paris's shaky body.

"What are you doing? Why walk while sleeping?" tegur Biema. His heart was racing due to the behavior of this girl.

"I'm sleepy. I'm tired," whined Paris. That wasn't on purpose. But solely because his entire body feels very powerless.

"It's time to wake up, Paris ...," Biema said, removing her grip on the girl's arm.

"Can I get some more sleep?" pinta Paris's.

"sorry. There aren't. You have to shower and eat and go to school immediately" Biema explained the series of Paris activities this morning. "It can't be bargained anymore."

"Ughh," erang Paris was upset. His body was slowly forced to stand up. Staring at Biema while screeching. "Who's this for?" sulcan Paris.

"Yes. It's because of me." Biema admitted her mistake. "I'm sorry. It's all because of me, but you have to stay up and take a shower in Paris. Because you have to go to school. This is the first day you take the next exam." Paris lifted her head.

"I'll take you to the bathroom. If you're still sleepy, I'll bathe you there."

"Dimandiin you?" ask Paris who is aware of Biema's strange sentence. Although her eyes did not open wide firmly, but it was enough to make this girl more able to open her eyes than before.

"Yes," Biema said casually.

"No. Let me shower myself. You won't let me calm down if you bathe me. You're getting naughty. I'm tired," sizzled Paris while removing the bed cover that wrapped her body. Then handed over to Biema. The girl was forced to run small towards the bathroom even though she was only wearing underwear. He doesn't want to be cheated again.

Biema smile. Laughing at himself, as well as his wife's cute behavior. Maybe Paris was right that he would not just be silent to see Paris who was innocent. He will do a lot of good things.

After the shower, they both had breakfast. In his dining chair Paris still felt his body tired. He repeatedly moves his body to relax his muscles. Even though he had a shower. It was also with warm water. Not as bad as waking up earlier, but tired still feels.

Biema has since noticed the movements of her favorite girl. What have I done? I made him tired and lethargic. Looks like next time I'll have to take her to the doctor. Because of that guilt, Biema did not give any encouragement.

"I'm so lazy to make breakfast" whined Paris.

"Don't skip breakfast. Remember dad's message. You can't miss a meal." Biema.

"I know, but my body's tired." Paris can't lie about being tired and tired this time. Suddenly, he rested his head on the table. Very close to the breakfast made Biema. Until this man needs to get rid of the plate quickly. So that this girl's hair does not fall into it. Biema breathed a sigh of relief seeing Paris' hair saved. Only a few inches left has become the menu in breakfast this morning.

Paris doesn't seem to care about the incident that ends up happening if Biema isn't deft.

"I'm surprised. After doing that, why don't you feel the tiredness I feel?" ask Paris by staying in the same position as before. This time, I looked at Biema.

Hearing this question Biema felt a surprise. Since this was the first time with her not being 'wanted', Paris discussed it. Biema smile.

"Why ask?" tanya Biema looked at Paris gently.

"I'm just asking" replied Paris. Biema's smile grew. Especially seeing this girl's face flushed. It looks like Paris is trying to ignore that she is still ashamed to discuss it at this conscious time. The red clover runs up to the neck and earlobes. With a red face and a sense of laziness, Paris tried to keep staring Biema. Awaiting answers.

"I don't know. That's the second time I've done it. Just with you," Biema pressed on the final sentence. "So I don't understand." Biema replied calmly. Paris did not react. Just staring with a deep look.

This man brought his face closer to Paris who was still leaning his head on the table. This girl was not surprised when Biema did that. It's just that drowsiness and fatigue are stronger. So Paris chose to close her eyes for a while because Biema kissed her lips slowly.