Companion To Paris
Destinations Paris

"Emc ... Thereover. Look around" said Paris pointing in the other direction.

"See what? This pharmacy is not a boutique. Medicine is not a good object to look around. We're going to the cashier directly asking for a test pack, then go find a meal" Biema said. He knows

"You can go there alone. I came here first, look at the others," said Paris forcing her away from this man.

"Hey ..." Biema pulled his wife's arm back. "I have to buy a test pack with you. Not alone. Because it looks strange if I buy it alone," Biema explained looking straight at Paris which seemed to be moving away again.

"That's ..." Paris was doubtful.

"Can I help you?" the apothecary asked Biema to distract her from Paris for a moment.

"We want to buy a test pack" Biema said, making Paris grimace in the heart. Biema turned to Paris asking her not to leave. Paris' feet finally drew near to the cashier's desk. Biema's hand touched Paris's arm. Holding on so this girl doesn't leave.

The officer glanced at Paris at a glance then smiled. A little surprised they'll buy a test pack. Because if you look at the two of them physically, the possibility of them being husband and wife does not exist. The age that was spaced between them slightly obscured the marriage relationship.

"What kind of person?" ask the officer friendly then. Biema was silent for a moment. Paris leaned slightly forward, curious about the type of test pack.

"There are many kinds?" ask Paris with a plain face. The pharmacy worker smiled. Biema actually just heard about this type of thing, but she just kept quiet. But when Paris leaned her body inquisitively, she took part to ask as well.

The employee showed me some pack tests.

"The easy kind" said Biema.

"All are easy to use. You two ... newlyweds?" ask the employee to feel the buyer is a little innocent. It seemed that he also wanted to know if it was true that two humans who did not seem to be this age were married couples.

"Yes" Biema said. Paris did not listen to what the two of them were talking about. This girl just needs to focus on the pregnancy detector in front of her which is in various forms.

"I will explain if it is difficult" said the employee.

"So it can directly detect pregnancy?" ask Paris slowly. The employee nodded his head. There is a sense of unease in Paris' heart.

"No. Just one," as always Paris. He moved his hand asking the employee to take only one pregnancy detector. "It doesn't take much to try. One is enough" continued Paris. Biema who had been willing to buy everything, did not so.

"yes too. Just one test pack alone," said Biema smiling slanted to Paris. This girl took a quick glance, then walked away from there. Biema let the girl walk around looking at the medicines lined up neatly. He completed the payment of the test pack.

In the reflection of the clear glass in front of him, Paris looked straight at himself. Although it was faint, he knew he was not looking at the medicines in front of him. Right now he is looking at himself. Something was a little disturbing his mind.

"Are you communicating with the drugs?" tegur Biema joke so close to Paris ears. This girl who had seen the appearance of Biema from the glass in front of her looked up. He wasn't too surprised. "I bought it. We can find food." Biema showed a small, white crackle in her hand.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where are we going to eat?" bargain Biema as they walk towards the glass door. Biema's hand pushed through the thick glass door and held it. Letting his wife out first. Then he came out later.

"I want to go to the town square" said Paris.

"City square?" ask Biema astonished.

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Biema's car is running faster than it was. If they had to slow down to find a pharmacy that was not yet clear where it was, this time it was not so. Since the destination was clear to the town square, Biema confidently accelerated the pace of the car.

They finally arrived at the town square. The place is crowded with visitors. Because all kinds of activities are here. There's a basketball and volleyball court. Parkland. The most loved ones are the small traders who peddle food. This place is also crowded. And the goal of Paris is there. At the tent stall inside the night market that is near the town square.

"Why do you want to come here?" biema asked as she approached Paris which had gone down first.

"Food here is cheap. So I can eat a lot" answered Paris. But his purpose is that. His stomach collect food with a portion rather a lot. Unlike him who usually eats enough.

Biema. Funny with Paris's answer. Biema has never been here. He only gets stories from Paris that it's fun here.

"Regular to play here?" ask Biema.