Companion To Paris
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"Biema, take good care of your wife. Mama named him as mama's first son-in-law." Mama Biema also gave messages to her son.

"Yes, Ma. Biema understands." The last Asha approached Paris with Arash.

"Don't forget Arash yeah, aunty ..." Asha invites her son's hand to wave at Paris.

"Congratulations, Arash. You are free from me. No one else will bother you" Paris said, smiling at Arash's cheek in dismay.

"Yes, already. Mom stayed, yeah ..." Mother waved her hand leaving her daughter and Biema at the door. After the mother disappeared at the turn, Paris immediately went back into the apartment first. Biema followed behind.

"Hurry, show me my bedroom" Paris said.

"You can use the room next to this bedroom." Biema pointed to the room next to the room that had been prepared.

Paris's feet stepped to look. The room was empty without furniture. The head of Paris looked back with the intention of asking why his room was empty.

"I don't intend to provide two rooms, but because I promised you so forced unattended rooms that will be used."

Hhc ... Paris took a breath.

"I'll fill it with furniture that you like. We're out now to buy furniture."

"No need." Paris immediately moved away from the door.

"Then? There's no way you're asking your family for the furniture you need, right?" Paris screeches. Biema's sentence is correct. "Come with me. Choose what you want. I'll buy it for you."

They both arrived at a furniture. Paris knows this place because it's inside the mall. Where he used to hang out other than his family's mall.

"Pick what you need and like." Paris also down the furniture lined there without inviting Biema. He wanted to choose for himself the furniture that would fill his bedroom.

Despite the prestige of asking Biema to buy furniture, this time she had to throw away her sense of prestige if she wanted to stay in a different bedroom.

Beds, wardrobe, nightstand, and single sofa to relax. This girl chose a lot of stuff. Paris doesn't care about him like he's using this. After all, Biema herself told him to buy.

Biema was talking to someone. Female. Paris looked at me but did not notice. Not intentionally spying on the man, but he accidentally.

Actually he was reluctant to approach, but he had already finished choosing. It's time to pay. He didn't want to linger here. So he approached Biema who turned out to end his conversation.

"I have chosen. Please pay." Biema looked back. For some reason, he seemed surprised while looking ahead. He looks like he's looking for someone. "Biem ..." call Paris feel neglected.

"Yes. I heard."

"Good," said Paris satisfied. The man immediately headed to the cashier. While Paris was looking at the goods near the glass wall. At that time he could see the woman who was talking to Biema outside the furniture. Women with high bodies. His face was less clear. But Paris believes she's beautiful.

"Beautiful woman ...," murmured Paris and looked over the goods again. As he lifted his face and looked out again, he was startled by his schoolmates. Still wearing their uniforms, they walked leisurely inside the mall.

Paris' feet away from the glass wall. There was no way he would appear before those who thought he was sick. Apparently mother asked for permission to get sick for Paris. Just two days. Because of walking while looking occasionally outwards, Paris did not know Biema was already in front of him.

"Oh," complained Paris as her head hit Biema's chest.

"What are you really doing?"

"There's a schoolmate. There's no way I'm showing up here. Especially with you." Grimacing and wiping his forehead, Paris continued away from the glass wall. Biema sighed as she followed Paris from behind.

"Then we don't go home?" tanya Biema who runs parallel to Paris.

"You can wear this hood of your jacket if you just want to get away from them." Without permission Biema pulled the hood of Paris's jacket up. Covering part of his face.

"Hey!"

"Only this is enough to make you invisible, right?" Paris pursed her lips while fixing the location of her hood. "Let's go home."

"How's my stuff?" tanya Paris saw they would come out furniture without the goods that have been chosen.

"Of course through their expedition. It's impossible to carry all that furniture with my car, isn't it?"

"Totally so." They also came out of the furniture. Looks like the Parisian uniformed friends aren't showing up there. They met Sandra.

"Sister!" this girl is approaching. "What are you doing?"

"Shop."

"Shopping? What shopping? How come you don't bring stuff?"

"Shop furniture."

"Didn't my brother in the apartment have any furniture? Is it not complete? Maybe there isn't one in the kitchen." Sandra found out about her sister's move today. He didn't come because he had to go to school. "Where is Paris?" Sandra realized that her sister's wife was not with her brother.

"What's? I'm here" Paris said riled up as he unfastened his hood.

"Eh, is that you? Who do I think ..." Sandra smiled at the mouth. Paris thins lips.

"Sandra!" yelled at the uniformed friends.

Bussyet! Paris was shocked and immediately turned away her body. He forgot to wear his hood. Biema approaching. Lifting the hood and putting it on this girl's head. Steering looked ahead. Right behind Paris.

"Who's San with?" they were surprised to see Biema there. Their eyeballs were astonished looking towards Biema. Biema's lips smiled welcoming their appearance. Their smiles grew bigger when they saw that.

"He's my brother ...," Sandra said.

"Your brother? Cakeeepp .." said they quietly while smiling to themselves. Their hands hit his friend's arm because of anxiety. Biema snorted funny looking at their behavior.

Meanwhile Paris grimaced at the praise of his friends. Snorting later. The head gnaws responded to them. Biema looked back. Where the girl is hiding. He knew the girl behind him was laughing at him.

"By dong, known." They shamelessly said they wanted to get acquainted. Sandra looked towards her sister. His brother-in-law is also in hiding.

"Whatever my brother. He wants to know what not." Sandra handed Biema the decision.

"Because you are friends of my sister, so I want to get acquainted," Biema said as if she was meeting with the PAUD children. One by one was shaking hands with Biema.

"Eh, brother Biema. I think there's someone who just keeps on being behind Biema's sister, "one of them is aware of Paris. Others are focusing on Paris behind Biema. Paris was surprised as she tightened the grip on her jacket hood.

"It's okay. He's my friend's son working. She was separated from her parents" Biema said from making Paris tick. Didn't expect this guy to have such an unfunny sense of humor.

"really? It doesn't look like he's a kid, brother."

"His body is big like yours, but he's actually a kid" Biema explained making them nod in understanding. While Paris grumbled. Chiding the man behind her.

Sandra kept looking behind her sister. Wasp-wash. I don't know when the time bomb will explode. He knew Paris wouldn't be so ordinary on the ledk like that. Maybe Paris is usually cute, but because of his dislike of this marriage, the girl seemed to continue to be unable to accept anything Biema said.