Companion To Paris
Telephone

Paris was already asleep when Biema came home from the office. He fell asleep on the couch with the tv on. Biema kissed this girl's forehead before finally holding her. Take that body to the room to put it to sleep there. Cover the girl's body with a blanket to make it comfortable while sleeping.

Biema sorting clothes neatly arranged in the closet. He wants a warm bath. After finishing cleaning up, he headed to the pantry. Make food for dinner. He intends to make a surprise for Paris by inviting her to dinner outside. But what turns out the girl of his heart fell asleep when he came home.

Although this girl was still opening her eyes, it seemed like the dinner plan would still fail. There was rain falling outside. At first slowly, the longer it goes down with a rush. Her phone rings on the pantry table. It turned out that her mother called. Since he was still busy with the plan of making food, he turned this call into a loud speaker mode.

"Hello, Ma."

"Biema. Take Paris to my mom's house tomorrow, yeah ..."

"I asked him first."

"Isn't school free tomorrow because it's over?"

"Biema knows, but I have to ask first. Maybe he's tired or there's a need." Biema did not want to immediately agree. He did not want to force the girl to always follow his mother's wishes. Not teaching disrespect. It's just that Biema doesn't want Paris to be depressed if it doesn't please.

"Ih, you ... Let me talk to Paris. Can you call your wife?"

"He's sleeping."

"It's still not night. Paris hasn't slept yet. Mama's gonna call herself to her phone." Mama's still trying to force a conversation with her daughter-in-law.

"Ma, Paris is sleeping. Don't bother him." Biema was forced to say firmly in order to protect the comfort of the girl in her sleep.

"Yes, Ma. Paris is here." Biema was surprised to hear the voice of this girl so close to her. The head of this man looked down at his stomach. This girl hugged herself. This girl appeared beside him, slipping her hand under his arm. Biema turned her head to the side, towards Paris who was talking.

"Oh, Paris!" exclaim mama Biema happy. "Biema says you're sleeping and mom shouldn't bother you. Though mama wants to talk to mama's daughter-in-law," said mama complained.

"Paris was sleeping just now, Ma, but now he's awake." Paris' lips smiled as she spoke. Then looked up at Biema's face. Smile at him again. "Mama wants to talk to me?" ask Paris who had stolen hear when walking closer to the pantry.

"Yes. Mama's making a cake for Arisan. You are free school again. You can come to your mother's house to help," mother-in-law's pinta. Biema shook her head as their eyes clashed.

"Sure, sure you can." Biema's gesture calls for Paris to refuse to fail. Apparently this girl actually wants to grant her in-laws request. Biema's lips thinned at Paris's decision.

"Oh, happy mom ... Tomorrow I'll wait, baby ..."

"Yes Ma."

"Mama's daughter-in-law is good. Biema's still there?" ask mama wonder. Because his son's voice was not heard at all.

"Yes. Biema is still here" Biema replied.

"Tuh, Paris is very excited to get an invitation from mama. Tomorrow take your wife to your mother's house. Don't early. Kind of a pity, Paris." Mom felt winning. Because he had been prevented from talking to his daughter-in-law.

"Yes, Ma" said Paris.

"Where? Where's Mama's son's voice? How do you not speak?" mama still teases her son.

"Biema heard Mama's words. Ja. Tomorrow Biema's taking Paris to mama's house if she's not tired." Apparently Biema persistently held back her mother asked Paris to come. Parisian eyeballs rounded in a flash.

"Yes, Ma." Paris stretched out one hand to press the red button on the screen. But it turns out that the display there is a call immediately disappears because the calling party disconnects the call immediately. Biema removed her hand from the furniture she was holding. He pulled his hand back to embrace himself.

"Why ignore the code I gave you for refusing your mother's request?" biema asked as she grabbed the body of Paris who was hugging her from behind. It's the first back hug of this girl without her asking. This girl is smiling.

"Yes, sorry. It's a pity that Mama invited me there when' it was rejected."

"I feel more sorry for you." Biema brought her head closer to the head of Paris from the side. Until it meets gently.

"Your own mama, is that it?" paris protests. Biema removed Paris' arm and turned to face the girl. Leaned on the table and hugged his little wife's waist.

"Before you were, mom was used to making her own cookies without Sandra's help. Mama will not be in trouble if only helped aunt. I'm afraid you're exhausted" Biema said.

"I won't be exhausted" argued Paris. "Are you going to make a lot of cookies for the arisan?"

"Yes." Yeah." Biema. "Not just cake, but also food." Hearing Biema's words, Paris was sure it would be a lot. He's got doubts.

"What time?"

"You love to welcome guests. So mama will make a lot of dishes for her traveling companion" Biema explained.

"Gee ... Repot also yes." Paris thought a little more. He's going there or not. Because Biema is ready for various reasons to make Paris not need to come.

"Then I refused my mother to ask for your help." Biema pinched his wife's nose gently. Paris throbs.

"But it's not polite to refuse my mother's request either. Her daughter-in-law won't help." Paris's face in the bend disagreed.

"So you want to stay at my mom's?" fresh Biema.

"Yes dong. Learn to make cakes too. Just the next time you want me to make a cake like that" joked Paris. Biema smile.

"Oh, I'd like to. However, afraid of running out of the show, you will be exhausted, how?"

"There are you. You can massage me if my body hurts all after helping there. Your strength is a lot. Your body is strong too." Paris presses Biema's body. Biema's eye beads glanced towards Paris' fingers on her skin.

"My body is strong. I have a lot of strength too. Wanna test?" tanya Biema looked straight at this girl. Paris stopped her fingers pressing Biema's body. Then he looked up at the man in front of him. Their views meet. Paris's eyes blinked realizing the meaning of her husband's words.

"You ... aren't hungry?" ask Paris nervously.

"I can put it off for this."

"You can get sick if you force yourself not to eat" Paris said, still trying to divert the warm atmosphere between them.

"I won't be sick. It will be even healthier when you do." Biema snaps Paris' body at him.

"Mr ..."

"You can tell for yourself when we've done it" said Biema, who brought her face closer to Paris. Gently touch the lips of this girl with her lips.