Companion To Paris
Biema Phone

"Hello, Biem ..."

"Hello darling ... How are you?" ask Biema without further ado. Impressed in a hurry.

"Ba-ik," said Paris slowly while frowning. Then chuckle softly. "Why? Why ask for news? Didn't we just meet?" Hearing the light laughter from his wife, Biema heaved a sigh of relief.

"really. We just met," said Biema who can now lean her back on the chair after feeling tense.

"So .. Do you miss me?" fashion Paris. Hearing this Sandra nudged his sister-in-law's arm. Paris widens the smile of knowing is being led by Sandra. Because Paris admitted that he really liked the man who was about 7 years away from him.

"Yes. I miss you. Oh, yeah how's my baby?" ask Biema seriously. "Is it okay?"

"Yes. He's fine in my stomach" whispered Paris. "This baby is calm in there. So you just calm down."

"But Paris is not okay, sister," exclaimed Sandra who knew her brother's question from Paris' answer just now.

"Hey ...," hiss Paris disagreed. He did not want Biema to hear about the incident. But already, Biema could already hear the information Sandra said earlier.

"no? You're not okay?" Biema grew serious when she heard her sister's call. "What's wrong with you? You nauseous again? Dizziness? Must be Sandra's perfume. I'll have the boy change his perfume so you don't get tortured" Biema said.

"Hey ... Time because of that Sandra had to give up on changing perfume anyway," said Paris while looking at Sandra who was surprised.

"Sister Biema told me to change perfume?" sandra wants clarity. Paris laughed at Sandra's shocked face. Then he shook his hands in front of his sister-in-law, so as to be quiet and not panic.

"Your sister was shocked when I heard that I told her to change the perfume" Paris reported on her sister-in-law's condition.

"Not to care. Thas right. He had to change the scent of his perfume" Biema asserted."If it's for your convenience, it has to be" Biema said.

"No ... I'm nothin. I did get sick and vomit, but it didn't have much of an effect on me. I'm nothing, Biem ..." Paris tried to convince her husband that she was actually fine. It's also a pity because it looks like Biema is really going to have Sandra change her perfume. Paris knows that the perfume she wears is her favorite perfume.

"I have to get there right away to pick you up right now" Biema said, making a quick decision.

"What?" paris was surprised.

"If you're nauseous and vomiting, it means you're not well. So I have to go home and pick you up" insisted Biema.

"Don't. No need!" prevent Paris. He did not want the appearance of this man would make a scene of school residents. He just wants to go to school quietly. Sandra was shocked as Paris exclaimed and stood up. He was surprised to see Paris was confused.

"really?"

"Alright, but .. I'm still worried."

"I'm fine, baby .." whispered Paris walking a little away from Sandra. "You can pick me up around 12 o'clock less ... I can keep you in the office."

"You ... will come with me to the office?"

"Yes. If you don't have an appointment with a business person."

"No. I have no promises. Hmmm ... Or should I just go home with you to the apartment? So we can chain both. Also ... stroke your stomach later," whispered Biema with a smile on her lips. He also moved away from Fikar who was sitting on the sofa.

"No. You have to work. Do not take half a day. I'm willing to accompany you in the office, so don't take half a day's work" Paris declined. Biema breathed. The sweet shadow on his mind while alone with his wife in the apartment was erased.

"OKAY. I'll pick you up at 12 o'clock, baby. Be careful at school .. mmuah."

"Muah too" said Paris awkwardly. Sandra who eavesdropped smiled amusedly as well.

"Dih, now play muah muah everything. Though it used to not want .." ledek Sandra.

"Nih child why more and more day just so yes ... Even though you used to just keep standing next to me, do not dare to act let alone tease me like this," said Paris anxious and pretended to curl Sandra's neck goods. The girl laughed out loud.

Sandra's laughter made a girl look over. It's Priski.

"Bother girl" whispered Sandra softly who immediately stopped her laughter when she saw the girl. Paris removed her arm from Sandra's neck. Take a quick look at Priski and then look at Sandra again.

"We'd better go to the teacher's room. There we can find information about graduation day," asked Paris. Sandra nodded. The way to the teacher's room is through Priski. Want to not want them to do it.

"It's lazy to go through it" Sandra said again. He was still furious with the troublemaking girl.

"Sudaahhm ... Don't care about him" Paris said. "I'm sure he can't dwell on being exposed to his own ugliness" whispered Paris quietly. Justright. Priski just passed before Paris and Sandra passed him. "That's it," pointed to Paris.

"It should be, though," Sandra sneered. Paris smiled and pushed Sandra's back to walk towards the teacher's room.

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