Companion To Paris
Ill

"Come, I'll help you get changed" said Paris, who saw Biema still wearing her work shirt. Actually, it's not just because we didn't eat dinner, this guy has a fever. Since the events at the branch office, until the Paris issue at school ... Biema hasn't really rested. Maybe it's time for his body to break up.

With great difficulty, Paris helped her husband undress. Look at this man's nice body. What a gift for him to master this sturdy body. Her lips smiled involuntarily due to the glare with Biema's body.

"What do you imagine makes your lips smile?" rebuked Biema with a surprisingly weak voice.

"Huh? No," denied Paris immediately after his shock got a question from Biema.

"Really?"

"You're ill. Don't argue, okay?" pinta Paris tries to escape Biema's shock.

Biema grunts quietly. Not feeling strong enough to hold his body upright, he immediately rested his head on Paris' shoulder.

"I am sick" he said, closing his eyes.

"Eh, dong a minute. You have to get dressed first" Paris said in a panic. This guy's not wearing a shirt yet. His upper body was still plain without clothes.

"Hmm" Biema said. With great difficulty, he put the shirt on Biema's body. After Biema returned to sleep, Paris exited the room.

"Biema why baby?" asked the panicked mama when she saw Paris and Sandra were busy looking for something. He approached Paris who passed by the kitchen door with his hands still dirty.

"The body is a little hot" Paris said.

"Mommy's son has a fever?" ask her. Paris nodded.

"Yes, Ma."

"Have you called the doctor?"

"It has. Sandra called."

"Sir Paris! There are!" Sandra invented the thermometer. Paris immediately disappeared from the kitchen door and approached her sister-in-law. Sandra actually called the doctor to come. She just wanted to know what her husband's body temperature was. Mother's habits when her children are sick.

Paris went up again to the second floor. Go into the room and put the thermometer under her husband's armpit.

"39," murmured Paris while reading the thermometer after a minute of putting it under Biema's armpit. "It looks pretty high." The sound of footsteps outside the room was heard. From the door of the room that was not closed, Paris saw the mother-in-law coming with a doctor. The girl stood up to welcome them. "Oh, the doctor has arrived" said Paris.

"This is my son-in-law, Doc. His wife Biema," said the mother introducing. Paris nodded with a smile in response. After that, the doctor asks for time to check. Paris intended to move from there to make room for the doctor to examine, but Biema's hand held him back.

"What's wrong?" ask Paris for wonder. Mama and the doctor saw the hand of Paris held by Biema.

"Don't go" said Biema.

"But the doctor is going to check on you. I just shifted for a moment" said Paris softly.

"I just checked for a minute." The doctor convinced.

"Don't" Biema's pinta increasingly makes Paris not have the heart to stay away from the bed.

"It's okay. His wife stays here. I'll check from the other direction," said the doctor had an idea. He walked around to the other side of the bed. Paris was relieved to accompany Biema in the check. He sat on the edge of the bed holding Biema's finger.

Apparently Biema was afraid of being injected. Paris smiled amusedly as Biema squeezed her hands tightly as the doctor injected fluid into her body. Mama also smiled amusedly.

"Mama forgot. Your husband was indeed afraid of being injected long ago," said mama slowly. He looked at Paris' shoulder while pointing at Biema who was still closing her eyes with her chin. After the doctor had finished examining and injecting, he came out of the room.

"I took my mom and the doctor out" whispered Paris to Biema who was completely asleep. The girl walked out to take the two men.

"The biema rarely hurts, but once it hurts. Hopefully not this time, "mama's message. Paris nodded her head in understanding, as mama told her in the doorway. "Biema is also not fussy when sick. He's not a spoiled child" added the mother-in-law. "So you don't have to worry."

"Yes, Ma."

"Mama stay down yeah. All cooking should be due for later slicing." Mom asked permission to leave them both. Paris nodded. After the departure of the mother and the doctor, this girl closed the door and again sat on the edge of the bed accompanying Biema. The man slept on his side with his body wrapped in a blanket.

"I'll get you some food, yeah. Then take some medicine?" bargain Paris.

"No."

"Yes? Then you don't eat? Later yes more sick ...," Paris's tirade. Biema's head shook his head. His hand moved to grab Paris' hand and put it on her cheek. His body also curled closer to this girl.

"I don't want to stay" Biema said.

"I don't want to leave you. I'm just downstairs to grab a meal for you. Then come here again" explained Paris. Biema kept shaking her head. This man is like a spoiled little baby to his mother. Paris's eyeballs blinked at that.

Not that Mama said, Biema is not fussy and not spoiled?

"Stay here" Biema said.

"Then eat?" ask Paris confused. Biema did not answer. He remained lying on his side moving his cheeks at Paris' hands.

"Hugs," pinta Biema.

"Hugs?" ask Paris to clarify. Biema voice slowly. That's why he was afraid of hearing wrong. Biema's head nodded. Paris put her foot on the bed. Lie down next to Biema. Then hugged the big body from the side. Biema's face looks very comfortable.

"Thank you" Biema whispered in a weak voice. Paris rubbed the head of this man who was so close to her. "Then I can't do anything" murmured Paris. She was like a mother who put her son to sleep.

Slowly he felt something tickle in his body. The longer it feels.

"Biema!" screeches Paris. The man didn't hear the girl's scream. He kept pushing his face against Paris' body. This made Paris' body squirm and want to get away from Biema's body. But this man's arm was holding Paris' back from going anywhere. "What are you doing?" ask Paris growled.

"Attent." Biema is bad enough for people who are already referred to as sick people. He sniffed Paris's front body.

"You can't do it ... You're sick" said Paris, forcing Biema away from her body. Because this man was in a weakened state, Paris easily slipped out of his arms. Biema opened her eyes. The eyes were one because of the heat on his body. "This is you" said Paris. Wanting it she snapped at her husband's head to vent the annoyance of Biema's mischief. But of course he could not do it because this man was sick. Paris is finally standing. "I have to go downstairs, get some food for you. Don't whine at the temenin, "attack Paris as soon as the man wants to prevent it.

"Yes" said Biema.