Companion To Paris
Problems of pregnant women

Paris went back to the apartment. This morning he had a job at school. Like filling out a document for graduation later. So he's going to school.

"I made a lot of breakfast for you." Biema serves food on the table in greeting with a Parisian smile. Eating a lot is her favorite now. He didn't choose what to eat. Because Paris likes everything.

"I made you some juice?" ask Paris who is checking the cuisine that will be eaten.

"certain. This ..." Biema came close with a glass of avocado juice.

"Why one? Isn't that your favorite, too?" ask Paris while receiving a juice glass to her.

"I ... didn't want to drink it," Biema said to Paris' surprise.

"You don't like it?" Paris does not believe. Biema. "Since when? Isn't this your favorite?" Paris's forehead frowned.

"Eitherway. Come breakfast. You can't go hungry at school." Biema who was sitting next to Paris rubbed his wife's hair over and over. Paris nodded. Biema saw his wife happily. He didn't know Paris was upset.

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Biema's car arrives at the school grounds. It's not like usual. Because Biema's gonna take his wife outside the school yard. Right in front of the gate.

"Why deliver me to the schoolyard anyway" protested Paris. Biema doesn't care. While getting out of the car, Paris confirmed the location of his backpack. "I'm in. You can go home" said Paris. But there was no movement from this man's body. "Why stay there? Go home. You're going to the office, right?" reprimand Paris saw Biema stunned to see him while moving her fingers.

"I'm very heavy to release you" Biema said with an unwilling face. He stepped forward and hugged his wife's body.

"Hey!" yelled Paris in panic. Because it embarrassed him. "let go of Biema. Let go" pinta Paris by force. The birth of Biema let go of her embrace. "Don't act crazy, Biem ... This is school" sizzled Paris with a stifled sense of indignation.

"I deserve to hug you because I'm your husband." Biema disagrees.

"You deserve to hug me or do whatever you want with me, but I'm a student of this school now. Your actions just now will provoke gossip from the students.

"Why?" ask Biema.

"Why still ask why? They must also want to cuddle like we know ..." Hearing this Biema smiled amusedly.

"So they envy us?" biema asked with a smile.

"Of course."

"So if I can do anything at home to you?" biema asked with a face teasing her.

"Stop that face."

"Jawab first," forced Biema.

"Whatever. I'm resigned. So let go of me and go home."

"Okay, you promise." Biema released his hand from blocking his wife's hand. "Health is always love ... " Biema stroked Paris's not-so-visible belly. This surprised this girl.

"Biema ...," cut Paris in annoyance.

"OKAY. I'll try to be willing to let you two go without me. I'm coming home to Paris," Biema said as she gently stroked the girl's hair.

"Yes. Be careful on the road."

"Don't mess around at school" Biema said. Paris thinned her lips while nodding lazily.

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The eyeballs of Paris look to the right and left. His face looks worried. She said her pregnancy was a miracle. How not? He who now still wears a school backpack on his back, is now also carrying a fetus in his stomach. He did not expect the status of a student and a wife he lived together.

Unknowingly he felt his stomach slowly. He was sure that his stomach was not visible at this time, but he was worried about the people around him. Maybe pregnant is considered reasonable because she is married, but so I do not, if she still has the status as a student.

As she reached class, Sandra showed up.

"Paris, you're in too?" asked Sandra who was holding her hand.

"Yes" answered Paris lazily. Sandra put her lips close to Paris's ears.

"Are you pregnant?" sandra whispered right in her ear. According to people around, Sandra's voice was so slow that it was impossible for them to hear what this girl was saying, but for Paris it was like a megaphone.

Paris eye beads perfectly rounded. He was surprised by his brother-in-law's question.

"Don't ask me that" sizzled Paris.

protestations.

"Sori. So ... Mama lied that you were?" Sandra still asked. Paris glanced sharply.

"HHH ... Ja. I am that. Already?" ask Paris judes. Because they spoke in code language, passers-by furrowed their brows.

"Kok jutek?"

"I ... Hmh ... " Suddenly Paris wants to vomit. Half-run, Paris headed to the toilet. Sandra panicked as she followed her sister-in-law from behind. Some students saw it in wonder. Paris opened the toilet door and closed it immediately. Sandra who appeared as soon as the girl got into the toilet, had to wait outside. Because Paris locked the door.

There are faint sounds inside. Sandra sharpened her hearing because of her anxiety. It would be very prominent if he banged on the door.So there is no way he forced his way in and helped Paris inside as much as he could.

"Paris .. Are you okay?" sandra was very worried.

Paris in the toilet is a little bit alarming. He was leaning towards the seat. But because his waist hurt a little, he replaced it with squatting. Spit out the food Biema made this morning.

Trudgingly, Paris grabbed the dipper and doused her former vomit.

"Triv ..." Paris muffled the sound of vomit as much as possible. People near the toilet cannot hear it. It would be horrendous if people heard the sound of vomit from inside the bathroom over and over again. Suspicion must have attacked them.

After vomiting and watering WC over and over again, Paris was relieved.

"Hc ... " Paris breathed heavily.

"Paris ...," whispered Sandra again. He became unsettled because Paris did not answer. Paris knocked on the bathroom door slowly. He showed that he was okay, but could not speak. "Oh, thank goodness .." said Sandra after getting a response with a slow knock just now.

Paris gargles with tap water. Washing his mouth from the discomfort of the vomit earlier. Then slowly open the door. Impatiently, Sandra pulled the door to the look of Paris' body from the outside

"Marr ..." Sandra immediately tried to hold the limp body of her sister-in-law. "Aren't you okay?" Paris looked up and smiled faintly.

"Help me to find a seat" pinta Paris. With deft Sandra helped Paris walk. Despite the limp, Paris tried to remain in a degree of fairness. Because on the one hand, they have to stay hidden from this pregnancy news. Paris doesn't want her friends to be excited.

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