Companion To Paris
That place

"Initially not. Because Arga's sister was following Asha's sister who used to play basketball here, so I followed her like them. I love playing here too." Paris explained.

"So your sister-in-law loves playing basketball ... Cool too." Biema.

"Yes. He is cool" said Paris with memories of that time. Biema turned to the right to the left. "Never played here?" tanya Paris saw Biema felt foreign. "It looks so innocent," added Paris. Biema's eyeballs, which initially looked towards the crowd of the city square, now turned to look towards Paris who looked up to her.

"Yes, not yet. Just this time," Biema replied. After answering, he walked back while looking around. They arrived at the food area of Paris.

"We're going to eat there" pointed Paris at the stall she actually knew from her sister. As they were, Asha and Arga ate together at that time. There was no response from Biema. Paris looked to the side. Apparently this man was looking around. "If it's uncomfortable, we can change places. I don't have to force you" Paris said, stopping his return. Biema looked at Paris quickly.

"Why? I'm it's okay. I've never been here before, so I feel a little foreign. If it turns out this is where you used to play, I should know too. Because I also want to understand everything about my wife" Biema said.

"Don't do that by force. If it's uncomfortable, you can find somewhere else." Paris shook her hand.

"Why are you forcing me to leave? I'm going there," whined Biema all of a sudden. This man suddenly acted a bit spoiled.

"OKAY. We'll stay there." Paris nodded. "Let's go again" asked Paris. Biema stepped her legs again.

"You have to be happy" Biema said softly as they walked hand in hand. Paris glanced at him as he thinned his lips.

"I must be happy" said Paris. "You should be happy too, Biem. Don't just side by side," continued Paris while walking. Biema smiled as she wrapped her hands around the shoulder of this girl.

"You also care, yes ... if I'm not happy?" biema Goda.

"Of course." Paris says pongah. Biema smiled back.

"Well, if I'm with you I'll be happy" Biema admitted. Paris grunting. Actually he was happy to hear Biema's chatter. Whereas in the past, he was very anti-squeeze show. But when this man said it, he was happy.

After sitting down and ordering corn rice which he said was delicious, Paris started eating.

"So remember the word brother Arga," said Paris in the middle of the meal.

"Compose first, and then say," Biema said.

"Continue?"

"But in my opinion, Brother Arga said this is the most delicious corn rice because this place is a favorite of Asha's brother," said Paris.

"So ... What do you think this rice is?" Biema asked back.

Paris swallowed his food and answered. "Enak. Because the price is like this already got complete corn rice." Paris showed her corn rice with banana leaves. Biema.

"So this is included in your favorite dining area right now?" ask Biema. Paris nodded. The eyeballs of Paris found Biema who seemed to have difficulty eating by holding banana leaves that were made as a base for rice.

"Why don't you tell me that you've been eating this leaf mat ..." Due to being too focused on the food, Paris did not pay much attention. Paris placed his rice on their pedestal and approached Biema.

"It's okay" Biema said, refusing his wife's help.

"Nothing what. I'll borrow the plate from that mother." Paris stood with Biema rice. Talk for a while, then come back. He returned without a plate. "The mother did not provide the dishes" said Paris disappointed.

"Remain ready," Biema said, making Paris glare in surprise. He immediately approached Biema. Sitting very close.

"To be bribed in a crowd like this?" hiss Paris by this man's ear.

"Yes" Biema replied confidently. Paris grimacing. She's confused. After that Biema chuckled. "Of course not. Although I really want to. I still need to think about this crowd again" said Biema who apparently wanted to tease his wife.

"Ih," lamented Paris hitting Biema's arm with anxiety. Apparently this girl was really thinking about how to feed her husband in the middle of this crowd. He didn't want to reject Biema's wishes.

"You really think I'm asking to bribe you here?" seloroh Biema's.

"of course. For some reason since at home mom, you like to ask for ready" grumbled Paris while away from Biema's body.

"So you guys are here?" rebuke someone who stands in front of their lesehan.