Companion To Paris
Searching pharmacy

"alright. It's for you," said Biema relented. Paris woke up from her sleep. Both hands of this girl reached towards Biema who had not reached the edge of the bed. Ask her husband to quickly hand her over. Because he wants to eat it soon. Biema chuckled and quickly thrust out the box. "Yes, yeah. It's."

With a happy face, Paris received a gelatinous box. His hand deftly opened the lid of the container. Then immediately scoop a chewy gelatin, to be sucked into his mouth.

"I'll spend it" said Paris.

"Oh, that's good. I'm bribe?" fresh Biema.

"No. I eat by myself."

"OKAY. You seem to be afraid I'm eating it. Was I not the one who brought it? Why do you want to spend it" ledek Biema. Paris does not care. She only smashed her lips because she managed to snatch her husband's food. Biema stroked his wife's head gently.

"Why?" ask Paris. He was being looked at by this man with a strange look.

"You're beautiful."

"Aren't I pretty in the first place?" paris is proud of her. Biema smile. "I'm happy, but I won't share this gelatin for you. Too small a portion if it has to be shared with you. So don't try to praise me for getting gelatin, yeah ..."

"Yes. I-i know. I really said honestly. Not to get gelatin," Biema errat. "You wanna get out on the streets?" fresh Biema.

"Nothing? Mama said I need a break."

"Just for a minute" Biema said. "You wear your thick jacket, keep your body warm."

"really? Then I want to. I did want to go out earlier," said Paris with a faint smile.

"alright. We'll be out after you finish eating the jelly" Biema said as she walked up Paris' cheeks.

Black shiny Volkswagen Golf GTI drove fierce and soft on the streets. Biema and Paris left the house because they felt better.

"Tomorrow we go to the doctor, yes ..," Biema said.

"Doctor?" After asking so, suddenly this girl touched Biema's forehead. This guy was a little surprised. After doing that, Paris pulled back her body to sit in her chair again. "Your body is normal. Not hot. Are there other body parts that are sick?" With a worried look on her face, Paris examined her husband's body.

"It's not me" Biema said while still driving quietly.

"I've guessed that. Not that you've been snuffing. Why go to the doctor again?" Biema did not answer. Lips smile. From here Paris felt himself mistaken. "I was wrong, huh? What do you really want to do to the doctor?" before Biema read the sentence, Paris had already transformed himself into a man who had it wrong.

"Not wrong. It's not me who has the need to see a doctor" Biema said.

"Then? Me? Didn't I just say I wasn't okay?" Paris looked to the side.

"Maybe right. You're not sick. Mama said you might be pregnant. So he asked you to see a gynecologist" Biema explained.

"Oh so." The head of Paris nodded in understanding. "Eh? H-pregnant?!" ask Paris surprised himself. He had to turn to Biema quickly. Apparently she didn't really understand what her husband was saying. Paris is like a daydream. Her eyes also widened to hear what Biema said.

This man already expected Paris to respond like this. That's why he intentionally took his time.

"Mama said, it looks like your nausea is due to the possibility of you getting pregnant." Biema said it softly. Paris said nothing. He seemed surprised. His eyes repeatedly blinked in confusion. Biema pulled the car over. "We can buy a test pack first, if you don't want to go to the gynecologist." Biema gave a suggestion.

"Test pack?" tanya Paris frowned as she looked to the side. Biema nodded slowly. Paris had never seen the shape of the pregnancy detector directly, but she had a picture because she had seen it in the movies.

"It can also detect pregnancy. We'll just wear that first" Biema explained. Paris was silent. It's a gamang.

"Oh .." sahut Paris flat. Biema.

"Yes?" Paris was surprised. Then he answered while smiling stiffly. "none. It's okay," Paris said quickly.

"This ... surprised you?" Biema still does not want to start the engine. He still wants to ask. Paris smiled again. Still same. Awkward smile.

"No. Come onl. We go to ... pharmacy, yes, to buy the test pack?" Paris is like forcing for the spirit. Biema looked at his wife inside.

"Marr ..."

"What?" ask Paris.

"Are you okay?" tanya Biema was worried.

"No. I'm not sick. Why are you suddenly lethargic? Come onl. He said he'd buy it to find out." Paris smiled again as she patted her husband's arm slowly. Means to give encouragement.

"Yes. We're leaving." Biema finally wants to start the engine and run the car. But along the way looking for a pharmacy, Paris was silent. No words came out of his lips. He just looked at the street outside the window.

"Biem ... "

"Hmm?"

"Looks like there was a pharmacy on the left. You missed it."

"Oh, huh? I didn't see it." Just as she woke up from sleep, Biema was shocked.

"You why? Daydreaming just now?" ask Paris.

"No. I'm not focused because I'm looking at my wife's face." Biema dodged with seductive staring eyes. "So my wife is getting prettier." Paris throbs up hearing Biema's chattering. "We just walk. Looking for another pharmacy."

"I'm hungry" complained Paris suddenly.

"Hungry? Didn't you just eat?" ask Biema astonished.

"Yes. I don't know ... I feel so hungry Biema," whined Paris.

"OKAY. Okay. We stop in front first. There's a pharmacy over there, "show Biema. Paris is moving forward. Then nod. But in the heart of Paris. Both dropped almost simultaneously. As Biema stood closer to the pharmacy door, the man waited for Paris to get close to her.

Stretched out his hand and grabbed the head of his little wife. Make him close to himself. Then looking towards Paris felt something was wrong.

"In the meantime" Biema said, preventing Paris from stepping in.

"What?" ask Paris who is now silent because Biema holds both arms.

"Why is this so messy?" Biema gently tidied up Paris' messy hair. Maybe because it was leaning on the car seat, so this girl's hair sticking out and not neat. Paris was silent and resigned, her man tidying his hair. "It."

"Come, come on in. I'm very hungry" said Paris.

"Yes. Come on." Biema pushing Paris' back. Arriving at the pharmacy, Biema immediately wanted to go to the cashier table. Paris turned the other way. This pharmacy concept is similar to a mini market. It's just that all the stuff is inside the storefront.

Unlike the spirit of Paris that overflowed when he invited in because he wanted to eat immediately. When he entered the pharmacy, his spirit faded.

"Hey," stop Biema. Pulling Paris' arm to stop. With half a grumble, Paris stopped. "Where are you going?" ask Biema.