Companion To Paris
Box of brownies

"Why lie to Arga, if you're here?" ask Paris after Biema closes her phone. This guy just puts his shoulders. The unclear answer made Paris grumble. "What the hell? You're not clear."

"Your sister wants to ask about Juna."

"Then, what kind of relationship are you having with lying?" ask Paris.

"Don't Juna work side by side in hiding? I just saved him." Biema found a good reason.

"Save how? You're not still mad about Juna, are you?" search Paris. Biema. "Be aware if you are jealous again about Juna," threatened Paris. Biema raised her eyebrows unwilling to answer.

"Again?" tawar Biema did not let go of her embrace.

"What?" tanya Paris blinked her eyes did not understand.

"We continue on" whispered Biema. Paris is tense. His eyeballs flickered. Like I would refuse. Suddenly the girl took the initiative to fondle Biema first. But it turns out it was only for a moment. Biema who had been closed, now opened her eyes because she no longer felt the cold sensation of Paris lips. "Why stop?" ask Biema astonished.

"Tomorrow I'm still testing" replied Paris. "Of course after kissing you're asking for something."

"That's tomorrow. Today you're done with the test," Biema tried to force. Paris broke away from her husband's arm.

"Don't." Paris stood up and took his drinking glass.

"Why?" tanya Biema who was still sitting on the sofa while looking up. Faced pity because Paris refused. This girl thinned her lips to see her husband asking for a trace of pity.

"You're gonna make me tired. It makes me unable to learn and work on things" said Paris.

"Didn't you study a lot?" biema said that she had admitted that she often did not study even though the exam was ongoing.

"Enmm ...." Paris was confused as to what to say, he paused to talk about another objection.

"All right?" firmly Biema wants to drop the rejection of Paris.

"It's true, but .. I have another reason."

"You don't love me anymore?" biema fishing rod.

"Stop talking like that" hardik Paris. "I love you. Don't talk so much." Paris refused to accept.

"What?" pursue Biema.

"I was ..." Paris paused his sentence. Then heave a breath. "I couldn't concentrate because I thought about the incident during the exam, Biema ... So stop taking me," sizzled Paris. His eyes widened with gnashing of teeth resisting the annoyance. This girl confessed.

Biema's lips paint a smile. His arms went up to the shoulder of the sofa. His back was also leaning against the body of the sofa while staring at the girl in front of him with a twinkle. "Is that so?" ask Biema. This time with a seductive face. This guy's happy.

"Hold your wish for 'it'. I have to graduate. Although not the best. Minimum pass." Paris sipped a drink in his hand.

"My wife is excited for the exam apparently," teased Biema.

"of course. How can when someone has to study textbooks because tomorrow wants an exam, I'm even tired of fulfilling your desires" said Paris protest.

"You don't like it?" asked Biema with ignorant eyes.

"It's not about likes and dislikes. Issh, this is you," grumbled Paris who felt he would not finish talking about this.

"OKAY. Okay. Sorry." Biema got off the couch and moved closer to Paris. "I can hug, right?" tanya Biema asked permission.

"Just a hug can. Don't be absurd" Paris warned.

"Make it there, gih. Cool your body." Paris iba.

Biema straightens up to escape from Paris' embrace. "Yes. I really need to take a shower." Biema is also convinced of that. Then he went to the bathroom to put his desire to sleep.

"Later in the evening we went to the mother's house, see father," cried Paris before the man managed to get into the bathroom.

"Yes. We have to go there."

As planned, this evening Paris and Biema set out to visit the father who was at home. Suddenly the car turned the other way. Paris frowned.

"Where are we going? Isn't the way your house is straight?" ask Paris for wonder.

"I want to buy something" Biema said. Paris looked at the window. Watching where Biema took him. Apparently this man took her to an outlet.

"Brownies?" murmuring Paris. His eyes blinked. Same. Someone's been here with him before. This is where he and Lei bought brownies for you. Paris was slow when he got out of the car. It was a coincidence that made him remember the man again.

"Yes. You ever been here with someone?" biema's reprimand made this girl surprised. But Paris immediately smiled neutralizing his surprise just now. Biema knew Paris' eyeballs were glaring for a moment. That means there was a moment that Paris remembered just now.

Biema understood that was the moment that upset her. So he refused to think any further. "Mothers love brownies, right?" biema said as if she already knew everything about mother. He's trying to divert himself from the conversation about who Paris is here with.

"Yes. Mother really likes brownies," said Paris after sighing softly. They're going into the outlet.

"Help pick ya." Biema guided this girl towards the storefront.

"Do you know you like brownies?" ask Paris while bowing a little while looking at the assortment of brownies in the storefront.

"Just know."

The girl's body was upright and turned towards Biema. "You looking for information?" accuse Paris. Biema smiled thinly.

"For a woman who has given birth to a beautiful girl like you, I really have to find information. I have to know what he really likes." Hearing the beautiful words from Biema's lips, suddenly Paris felt her face hot. He got blushed. Though Juna also had time to praise her beautiful, but this girl did not feel this way. "Why your face?" biema asked astonished at the girl's reddened face.

"no," answered Paris, throwing his face away.

"You blushed as well when I said beautiful," Biema said as she pinched his wife's cheek. He knows apparently. Lips Paris manyun. Biema smile. After choosing the brownies, they all bought a basket of fruit for Dad.

Biema's car went into the yard of the Hendarto family home. Paris got out of the car, followed Biema later. Biema opened the back door to carry a fruit basket and a box of brownies.

Asha opened the door as they knocked.

"Dance!" exclaimed Asha felt that her sister-in-law's surprise had come.

"Hello, Brother Asha," said Paris and hugged her sister-in-law's body. Biema nodded as Asha looked towards her.

"Let's go in" Asha. "Bun, Mother's favorite little princess has come .." exclaimed Asha. Mother who was sitting on the sofa of the middle room with Arash turned her head.

"Halo Bun ..," said Paris who immediately poured into his arms. Arash who was sitting in the special seat of the baby looked towards Paris. Feeling foreign because long time no see.

"Hmmm .. the child of the mother," said the lady Wardah anxious. After taking off Paris' embrace, he saw Biema. Greet Biema's hand that thrusts a box of brownies and fruit. "Okay, brownies. Paris remembers Mother apparently," he said with a smile. "Thank you ..."