Companion To Paris
Companion to Paris

"No. That's not Paris' idea. It was Biema's idea." Paris did not want to take the credit it should have for Biema. This girl is playing on her nephew's cheek.

"Huh? Biema?" Mother was a little surprised. Biema smiled faintly as Mother turned her head towards him.

"Yes. He's looking for Mother's favorite info. That's why he brought it," explained Paris. The madam slightly blushed her son-in-law took pains to find info on her favorite. Asha looked at Biema with a smile.

"Oh sorry. Mommy thinks Paris brought it because she used to bring this Sam her friend first." Mrs Wardah patted her daughter-in-law's arm on a typical mother's plan. Paris gasps. Suddenly this girl put on a horror face. Afraid to talk about the man. It was the same time Lei used to be. "Thank you, Biem ... Mother really likes brownies," said Mother happy. Biema is proud of her choice in seeking the right information. Of course he got that information from his mother. Even so, if he did not wonder, he would never know that his in-laws loved brownies.

However, Biema also read about his wife's panic-stricken face. She knew someone must have brought her favorite brownies. Not wanting to dissolve in suspicion that resulted like the story of Juna, Biema buried his ugly thoughts.

Paris held back when the mother did not talk at length about brownies in Biema. Then look for dad. "Where's the father, Bun? I just want to see you," said Paris to run away from the eyes of Biema who had wanted to scan it.

"Dad's at the reading house. You guys wanna say hello?" ask Mother towards Biema who turned out to be in Paris standing up.

"Yes, Bun," Biema said, cutting Paris's steps to answer.

"alright. Arga was there with your father. Tell them to be asked out to eat."

"Yes Bun" said Paris. They both walked in tandem. Paris said nothing. This made Biema ask.

"What's wrong? Why just shut up?"

"No," said Paris.

"You're afraid you're talking a lot about your friend who brought brownies for you?" reproof Biema. Ouch. These are very sensitive people. Make a keki mood. Paris laughed slowly. "Don't be afraid. I've tried not to be a kid when I'm jealous." Biema. He said everything

"Why jealous? Do you know who that is?"

"No, but so understand because you look afraid to talk a lot. It must be a guy," guess Biema right. Even as Biema looked to the side, Paris' mouth gaped in shock. This man looked at her gently. "I can't always be jealous because it makes you troubled. But if I'm honest, I admit that I'm easily jealous if it's related to a guy who's been close to you." Paris was silent with Biema's gentle confession. The mood was silent for a moment.

The sound of the door opening broke the silence between them. They both look in unison.

"You came ...," said Arga emerging from behind the door. Paris waved his hand. Then they both got closer to Arga.

"Dad inside?" ask Paris.

"Yes. I came out because I heard someone outside. Come on in," take Arga. Inside, Mr. Hendarto sat on the sofa leaning against the soft body of the sofa.

"Oh, Paris equals Biema ...," welcome Mr. Hendarto happy. Paris immediately approached and sat down beside her father spoiled. Biema approached to kiss her in-laws' hands and sat down next to Arga. "How was your test?" ask Mr. Hendarto.

"Let's see you in person ask for the exam." Paris grumbling. "All is safe, Dad."

"good. Biema also runs her business?" ask Hendarto.

"Yes Dad. Everything is going well" Biema replied.

"Thank God. Keep health. Don't fall sick like you." He gave advice. "Oh, yes ... You guys have dinner?"

"It's already ..." said Paris lied because he was lazy to eat.

"Even though he had eaten, still the father to eat," forced Hendarto on his daughter.

"It's better to force than to see your father's daughter and daughter-in-law sick. Come on, we're out to eat." He forced his daughter to stand up.

They finally ate together.

"Paris can take the exam again?" Mother just heard about this.

"Yes, Bun. The national exam is over. So Paris can take the next exam." Biema.

"Thank God. Mother was worried. Indeed, the mother once said it was okay if the school issued Paris because of married status, but pity also he so did not have a diploma. Although it may be bad value, but it will pass and there is a diploma," said Mother make Paris sour-faced.

"Well, Mommy why is my grade doain ugly anyway?" paris protests.

"You're not learning. Where can get good grades," said the mother on target. Biema chuckled slowly. Apparently he knew that his daughter often did not learn. "Try to learn right. Biema later embarrassed his wife gets a bad grade."

"Iihh," pouty Paris. Then looked at Biema sharply. He wanted to tell everyone that it was Biem who made himself learn something else.

"Nothing Paris's bad value, Bun. She doesn't need to excel at lessons, the important thing is that she can be a good wife" Biema said. He didn't want the girl to frown. Dad chuckles.

"So .. This father's son has become a good wife?" ask dad. Mother began to glance towards Paris in disbelief. Paris thinned her lips while rolling her eyeballs in annoyance.

"Yes," Biema replied as she nodded for sure.

"God ... That's good," said father.

Asha responded to Biema's confession while smiling happily towards Paris.

"Dad, right, baby?" asha asked Arga while nudging her husband's arm spoiled. Arga just laughed softly. Like not feeling it's something to be excited about. "Ih," said Asha, hitting her husband's arm with annoyance at such a response. Arga chuckles.

"If it's true that Paris is now turning into a good wife, it means Biema is already fighting hard to turn this girl around like that. The one who fought it must be Biema. Isn't that right, Bun?" Arga threw a question at his mother.

"Yes. Mother is sure as such. So the mother wants her Paris match to be more mature than her because it is to guide her only daughter. And the mother thinks it's Biem who deserves to be a companion for Paris." Mrs Wardah agreed with Arga's words. This made Biema feel her chest puffed up proudly. Paris turned out to be considered not potentially a good wife if not for this man.

"Can you please lose me to my own family Biem?" paris is not serious. Biema thins lips and shakes.

"That's impossible" Biema said softly.

"Hey, wait. From this mother heard Biema ... Biema continues .. from your lips. Do you deserve to call your husband?" reprimand madam Wardah suddenly. Paris opened her eyes in surprise. Asha looked towards her sister-in-law. "This biema is also the same age as your brother Arga. The time you call is just a name. Not worth hearing," admonished the mistress of Wardah who seemed to feel her daughter was passing.

"It's okay, Bun. Let Biema keep looking young" Biema joked about protecting Paris. The girl glanced at him. Mother chuckles.

"You stay young. Remember Paris. Learn to be polite with your husband," your message that leads to more threats.

"Yes ...," said Paris lazily. Not lazy to be polite, but lazy in your omelin.