Companion To Paris
Fiesta

"Huh? Why did you connect with that guy?" Paris was surprised and looked back. Biema told me about this morning. But not only that. Her nose also repeatedly sniffed the fragrance of bath soap that was attached to Paris' neck. "I wonder when their reply will come. Aren't they too relaxed and safe?" paris.

"You want them to get a reply?" fresh Biema.

"What are you gonna do? Your face looks serious and horror. You're gonna pay it back?"

"Yes. Doing what needs to be done."

"Teaching them?" guess Paris.

"No. There is something else terrible just to be beaten up" Biema said on the sidelines of a soft sludge on Paris' shoulder.

"Stop sniffing me. You just want to devour me" Paris murmured. Biema.

"I really want to devour you because you look so delicious" Biema said while looking at his wife's entire body. Fortunately, Paris chose to change clothes in the bathroom. If not, the towel sagged and gave Biema easy access to devour it. "Prepared soon. We'll find a dress for you." Biema took off her embrace and gently stroked the head of this girl.

"I can wear my party shirt." Paris walked after Biema from behind.

"No. You have to look good. My wife should be the best at the party."

"You don't want me to be ugly?"

"Not wrong." Paris stopped because she saw Biema turn her body suddenly. It made her head stumble into Biema's chest. Paris grimaced as he looked up. "illness?" biema asked as she stroked the girl's head slowly. Paris shakes. "My wife never looked ugly in my eyes. Everything she has is the most beautiful gift to me. You're perfect for me. Having to wear nice clothes doesn't mean you're ugly now."

"Yes, Sir. I understand," said Paris jokingly.

This is the first day Biema takes Paris to the public as his wife. Except in front of the school. This man was forced to announce his ownership as a Parisian husband in front of these girls' school people at the time. Let's just say it doesn't include. Because it doesn't meet expectations. Where he wants to publish Paris as his wife, in a place that deserves some sort of a party.

Biema's already wearing a suit. He's getting ready to leave. Now he's just waiting for Paris to finish in the dress up. They are currently in a boutique of their family choice. Paris came out from behind the curtain of clothes fittings. The girl came out wearing a first-choice party dress. Biema eyeballs squeaking.

"I don't like it" Biema said.

"Don't like it? Why?" ask Paris for wonder. "I think it's really good."

"You're too secretive. I don't agree to show your body like that in front of a lot of people" Biema said, making her head look down at her body condition. I'm sekksi? Did ya? Paris smiles. The boutique person waiting for him also smiled.

"OK on I'll change." Paris agreed and went back inside the curtain of room fittings. After spending a few minutes, the girl appeared again. "Hows it? It's not very open, is it?" Paris showed me her dress. Biema.

"No, but I don't like it."

"About? Why?" ask Paris for wonder.

"You're even more beautiful wearing that. All the guys at the party will definitely keep watching you." Paris's eyebrows rose to hear Biema's speech.

"OKAY. I am indeed beautiful. So I now have to be ugly," said Paris not praising her, she was quipping Biema. The man let Paris enter again into the curtain of room fittings. A few minutes later, Paris returned in another outfit. This third choice still made this man squint his eyes. This time even longer than before.

"Don't tell me you don't like it. I'll be angry if you say that again. I'm tired" said Paris, pointing her finger at Biema. A warning from the limits of patience that have been thinned.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes?" tanya Paris already wants to be angry because soon she will be rejected again.

The party is so crowded. Until the moment this man came with Paris, many eyes were watching them. It's not usually the guy who inherits this textile company comes with a woman. Even they look so friendly.

"I'm .. suddenly nervous" whispered Paris as she realized she and Biema were the center of attention.

"Why?"

"Look. They look at us with astonished eyes." Paris pointed in front of them with her chin. Many party guests looked towards him. Biema knows that.

"They're just amazed by you."

"Stop .Don't brag" Paris said, looking to the side. His eyeballs stared intently at Biema who was staring at him with lips painting a smile.

"I'm sure my choice wasn't wrong with choosing you. Uprighten your back. Looky. They are looking at you."

"That's what makes me nervous." They were still whispering while occasionally smiling as someone greeted. "Didn't you say you didn't like it when a lot of guys saw me?"

"Yes indeed. "

"Then now? Why be proud when they look at us all?" paris is still whispering.

"Because I understand. You're the first, so they're surprised."

"Lies" Paris murmured.

"You don't believe." Biema did not force herself to be trusted by her wife.

"You came apparently" said the host family. "So this is your fiancee?"

"Wife," concluded Biema.

"Wife? Since when do you have a wife?" Hearing the words of his wife, the man paid more attention to Paris. This makes Paris nervous. Moreover, Biema wrapped her arms around the waist of this girl. Paris's eye bead widened because of that.

"Long time. It's just not published yet" Biema said with a proud smile.

"Oi ... So. Wait ... Is this Mr Hendarto's daughter?" ask the man who knows who Paris is.

"Yes. Their beautiful daughter." Biema said it easily. Though the heart of Paris has been pause to hear the sentence of praise.

"All the women who once admired you would be heartbroken if they saw this." The man was sure of his words.

"It's better, because my heart already has its owner" Biema said in a smile by the man. Paris drifting. After a long conversation, they were just the two of them. Paris asked permission to go to the toilet.

"I'm taking it," Biema said.

"Ih, no need. Just show me the place. I'll go there myself." Biema showed the way to the toilet which was not so far from the hall where the event was. Paris's move straight to the toilet was a bit flat It seemed like the coolers in the area where he stood felt cold. He wants to go to the toilet immediately.

After finishing the affairs of the urinary, Paris glazed in front of the toilet mirror. A woman also came out of the toilet. Paris's eyes did not stop staring at the glass when he found out it was the troublemaker girl, Priski.