Companion To Paris
Appetite

Paris appeared in the kitchen. Where everyone is busy preparing the needs for the arisan.

"Sister Biema sleeping?" ask Sandra. Paris just nodded.

"What do you want, baby?" ask mama-in-law.

"You're eating for Biema, Ma. I haven't eaten yet" replied Paris.

"Seek the aunt. Food for Biema, Bik," said the mother forwarded her message to the maid.

"Yes, Buk" replied the maid. Paris approaches Bibik. The old woman was taking a plate.

"I'll take it myself, Bik," said Paris. Bibik nodded and handed the plate to Paris. This girl opens the lid of the magic com and makes a unique and distinctive aroma of rice. Paris is uncomfortable. He shook his head to dispel the smell of rice steam from magic com that suddenly made him dislike.

Why does this smell make me uncomfortable? paris said in my heart. Slowly he tried to catch his breath. Then he waited quietly and continued to take rice for her husband.

Paris arrives upstairs with a meal for Biema. This girl woke up Biema who was lying on her side struggling with a roll.

"Biem ... Biema darling ... Awake briefly. You have to eat and take medicine" said Paris shaking her husband's body slowly. But it didn't work. Paris approached to get a closer look at her husband's face. A slow kiss landed perfectly on the man's cheek. Only when Paris finished doing that brief kiss did Biema move on. A sign he woke up.

"Paris ..." Weak Biema.

"Let's get up for a second. You have to eat to take medicine afterwards" Paris said. Biema agreed. With the help of Paris half Biema was finally able to sit while leaning on the bed pads attached to the wall. Not to forget Paris gave a pillow behind Biema's body, so that this man's back is comfortable.

Paris took some water to wet his throat. After that take a plate containing rice and side dishes placed on the nightstand.

"You bribed me?" ask Biema.

"of course. Why are you wondering? Shouldn't I do it when my husband is helpless like this?" paris said as she prepared to scoop up the rice. Biema smiled happily. Despite not being able to show an expression of excitement due to his wife's treatment, Paris knew Biema was happy when she fed a spoonful of rice into the man's mouth.

Biema chews it slowly.

"I'm .. so hungry too" Paris said later as she fed Biema.

"You haven't eaten yet, Paris?" tanya Biema was worried. Even though he is still sick. To make Paris smile.

"At this time the sick, you. Why worry about me?" Paris approached while extending her hand. Touch Biema's forehead and rub her hair. "I ate earlier, but .. I don't know. I'm still hungry."

"Give me that plate. You can take rice and eat." Biema reached out her hand slowly.

"You're going to eat by yourself? No, no," said Paris gave a ban. "We'll eat together. I'll take the rice downstairs first. Waita minute. I'll go downstairs first." Without asking Biema for her consent. Paris soon dropped off taking one meal.

"Sir Biema wants to eat more?" sandra was surprised. Because the plate just now had not come down, but now his brother-in-law had already taken another portion. Paris hesitated. She did not want her sudden appetite to grow in the know of Sandra or even her in-laws. Sandra's going all out for it. The mother who was arranging the cake looked over.

"It's okay. So that Biema quickly healthy, yes ...," said the mother gave support.

"Yes, Ma" Paris replied with a smile. Sandra still saw her sister-in-law in wonder.

"Take the new dish mama made it," show mama on the cooking for the arisan later.

Relax, relax. You'll eat it all, Paris wafts on her hungry stomach.

This girl doesn't play around when she says hungry. He took a lot of food on his plate.

"Is that true for Biema's sister?" reprimanding Sandra who was unheard of steps, suddenly just near Paris stood up.

"Oh my goodness" cried Paris aghast in shock. "Sandra ...," hiss Paris growled. The plate in his hand almost fell off. Mama just glanced.

"It's definitely not for Biema's sister, is it?" sandra asked as if she was investigating. His eyeballs looked at the plate that Paris was carrying suspiciously.

"Why?" ask Paris to avoid.

"Sister Biema is probably a lot because he's a man. But I think, now .. when he's sick, his appetite must be reduced." Sandra is a detective.

"You don't like it, is your brother getting better?" point to Paris of course with a tone that has been set in such a way. Not to attract the attention of the in-laws.

"No. Not that I don't like it, but it's weird that Biema can eat that much." Sandra was still talking about the amount of food on Parisian plates. "And again, Biema is not a seafood lover. He can't eat, seafood." Hearing Sandra's words, Paris immediately turned to her plate quickly.

His sister-in-law is right. On top of his plate was his favorite crispy shrimp. It was not her husband's favorite food. That's all his favorite. Paris has an attitude. He immediately pulled the plate so as not to be too exposed to the contents.

"It's not your favorite, Paris ..." Sandra added to her sentence. This also adds to his discomfort. My mother-in-law looked again.

"Paris can also eat again if still hungry. Food is still plenty. Take the new cooking you made is also nothing." He gave Paris the authority to eat again.

"Ah, yes ...." Paris smiled stiffly. He was caught by mom. But after saying that, mama again busied herself with the ingredients of treats and city for later arisan.

"So .. That's not for Biema, is it?" ask Sandra to win. Looks like this girl has been willing to cut it all out.

"Why?"

"Lha ... for yourself is Paris ...," whispered Sandra appropriately. "Why is your appetite so great. Can't you eat rice a second time?" Paris smiled hearing that.

"I need to get upstairs. He's waiting for me." Paris has a runaway streak. He had a reason to get out of there, Biema. And that's true. The man was waiting for him, until he fell asleep with a sitting position leaning against a pillow on his back like that.

Oh, naw. I was too long downstairs, until she fell asleep, Paris lamented. But the man opened his eyes as Paris sat cautiously on the bed.

"Have you returned?" biema said she was relieved.

"Sorry, yes ... I'm late downstairs."

"It's okay. You need to eat too. The time to go downstairs is also not a moment," Biema said understandably. It makes Paris smile. Biema was a little surprised to see the plate with an unnatural portion was in line with her rice plate earlier. "Emm .. Is that yours?" tanya Biema was curious. Paris looked back. Where the plate is placed. Then I turned back to Biema.

"Yes." Yeah."