Companion To Paris
Biema Temptation

"Home home" Biema replied as she turned on the car's engine.

"Going home? He said he'd like me to do some more work, why go home?" ask Paris for wonder. Biema just smiled. Letting his wife find out for herself what she meant. "wait. If you go home ... Do you want to do that?" guess Paris is suspicious. Biema is silent. "Of course! Don't beat me up Biem ... I'm tired" Paris refused no matter what her guess was right or wrong. But he knew there were no more night activities Biema would do at home with him other than that.

"What's? I'm gonna do what?" ask Biema.

"That's ... Emm .. little can do it." Suddenly Paris agreed.

"Can?" biema asked in surprise.

"Yes. We'll do it for a little while, " Paris added making Biema bright-faced.

"So you want me to do it?" tanya Biema made Paris blink her eyes in wonder.

"Aren't you asking?"

"Ask what?" ask Biema. The Paris allegations are wrong.

"You're not asking for a sleep ration tonight, are you?" ask Paris bluntly.

"No, but because it's allowed. I want to," Biema said raising her eyebrows. Paris thins her lips. Then lean on the car seat and surrender. While Biema is so happy because she will enjoy the shahdu night.

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Graduation announcement day arrives. Paris has been awake since this morning. After enjoying the peak of enjoyment last night without thinking of anything, this time he was restless. Whether he graduates or not. Paris brushes her teeth while mirroring in the bathroom. His hand moved to brush his teeth.

"I passed no yes." murmured Paris with a foaming mouth. Then gargle and spit out the toothpaste foam into the sink. Then reflect again. "When I didn't graduate? Must have graduated, right?" ask Paris on her reflection in the mirror.

The bathroom door was not closed tightly, making Biema pass by, hearing a monologue from his wife's lips.

"Even though you didn't pass, I still love you" Biema chirped as she turned her head quickly towards the door. Then look back in the mirror. Just for a while, because after that he cleaned the paste and brushed his teeth.

"I know that. Because you have made my stomach distended" said Paris, pointing to his stomach. Although his eyes were sadistic, he said that humorously. Biema chuckled and kissed his wife's cheek.

"true." After hugging her. "Don't worry about that. Let's just say you just need to complete all the SMA time release sequences."

"That's a heavy one" shrewdly Paris was unexpected.

"You still want to go to school?"

"It's not so, but my youth was snatched by an old man who idly married a school girl," denounced Paris which actually made Biema more anxious.

"Yes, I'm the old man." Biema swipes her cheek on Parisian hair. "Harum" said the man, sniffing his wife's unraveling hair.

"I haven't shampooed yet, how is it fragrant?" ask Paris for wonder.

"Whatever it is you still fragrant to me," Biema said not to lose. Finally Paris let Biema sniff her body which is still mixed with Biema's own scent because of last night's activities. Paris rebelled for a while.

"Brake with me?" bring Biema.

"No. If you take a shower with you, it will not be finished. Later there will be many activities that must be done," refused Paris.

"Just for a minute" pinta Biema.

"Biema ... Last night you've done it many times" exclaimed Paris with wide eyes.

"Not hundreds of times," Biema argued mischievously.

"You are this .." infuriated Paris.

"You?" Despite Paris' blatant refusal, Biema remains unbroken to ask. Even make an offer.

"I'll be late" said Paris.

"Not if we do it for a while" Biema said while still hugging his wife's body.

"Satisfied if only for a moment?" The heart of Paris just sneered at her husband, but Biema's response was unexpected.

"You're not satisfied? Want to do it longer?"

"That's not what I meant ..." The voice of Paris sank with a friendly kiss on his wife's lips. Biema did not give Paris a chance to argue again. This guy is tough.

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Finally Paris arrived at the school about half-eight.

"Look. I'm late" grumbled Paris as he watched the deserted school grounds. He was standing next to the car with his face bent.

"I'll walk you inside" said Biema, who had gotten out of the car and was standing next to him.

"Into?" tanya Paris widened her eyes. "No." His head shook strongly. "I don't want to be everyone's spectacle. Never mind. I'm going in alone. It seems like I'm late because I'm done studying. Just waiting for the graduation announcement" Paris said, feeling fine. Though since then he nagged because Biema made him have to shower longer.

"Yes already ... I'll just go home. Enter ... I'll get in the car after I see you in." Biema rubbed his wife's hair that had been neatly combed.

"My hair is a mess" Paris scolded.

"No. Your hair is still tidy" Biema denied. Paris raised the corner of her lips briefly to respond to Biema's sentence.

"I'm coming in" said Paris.

"Yes." Yeah."

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