Companion To Paris
Seeing Sandra

"You waiting for me, baby?" tanya Biema who saw Paris wailing. Paris thinned her lips while sighing. Biema approached and rubbed his wife's arm affectionately.

"I don't think you're picking me up" said Paris, worried.

"No way. I'll keep trying to get you. Congratulations on your graduation."

"That's a guess" Paris lied. Since then, he has been worried about that. Now he buss pretending because he already knows that he graduated from school.

"really. I know that." Biema's eyeballs circulate all over the school. Where since then there have been many students who are having fun because they have graduated from school. Maybe they'll conduct a convoy like Fikar said. "You going home now?" bargain Paris. Wife nodded. Biema gave her arm to hug. Paris smiled and hugged him.

Paris was still looking at her friends who were getting ready to celebrate with the convoy.

"Sandra where? How did it not show up?" biema asked who realized her sister had not shown up.

"There was. Same with the kids."

"Will he have a party just now?" look into Biema who is already suspicious.

"No. Maybe just gather at a friend's house to celebrate his graduation," Paris replied naturally. He was hiding his brother-in-law from his brother.

The car drove to the apartment.

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Cars that used to run fast are now only able to run slowly. All were forced to slow down because the streets were filled with convoys of school children.

"They're convoys are inhibiting," Biema said sighing.

"Yes. They are so happy because they graduated" said Paris. This girl just keeps seeing them. "Maybe this is what they're waiting for. Have fun at school for the last time. A great time to carve out memories you can remember." Biema.

"Are you waiting for it too?" tanya Biema who actually wanted to ask since.

"Eitherway. Maybe so. Because just by looking at them I'm happy, especially by joining the actual convoy." Without realizing it, Paris's sad smile was painted on her lips. Biema saw that. "Of course I'm not going along because of my current situation, Biem ..." Paris laughed as she looked towards her husband.

"sorry. Because now that you're pregnant, you can't come to the graduation statement like them" Biema said again feeling guilty.

"Hey ... Why apologize? Don't say such a thing. Our baby will be saddened to hear you talk as if sorry for making him stay in my stomach, dear Biema ..." Paris pinched this man's cheek. "Don't talk pathetic. It's been. I'm not okay." Paris is smiling.

At that time Sandra who was in the convoy passed. Paris surprised. Not because the girl was in the convoy group, but because there was Biema beside her.

"Biem .. "call Paris while holding this man's cheek. Paris tried not to let this man look ahead. Where his little sister was sitting on a motorcycle with her white shirt already full of colorful pilox. A look that would of course be in about by Biema. Especially sitting with a guy.

"What's Paris?" ask Biema astonished.

"Yes. Sure oes. Or do you still want to have lunch outside?"

"Yes. I'm going to have lunch first."

"alright. We'll have lunch first." Biema patted his wife's cheek gently. After which, his head moved about to look forward.

"Don't" prevent Paris from holding Biema from looking ahead.

"Don't you? Why?" ask Biema astonished. "I'll look ahead if maybe the vehicle in front of us roads, we'll also road."

"Not yet, not yet. The convoy still keeps us stuck in traffic" Paris said as he occasionally glanced at Sandra ahead.

"really?" ask Biema who wants to see.

"Buy ..." Suddenly Paris landed a kiss on Biema's lips. This made this man surprised by this impromptu kiss.

"You want me?" tanya Biema teased her wife. He misunderstood. Paris did so because Biema did not know that her sister was in the convoy line.

"Oh that ..." Paris was puzzled to answer Biema's temptation.

"I didn't know you were that brave kissing me in this crowd." Biema can no longer be held. This man can already escape the handrails of Paris who is getting tired. Biema's eyeballs looked straight ahead. It was then that he saw clearly who the girl sitting on the big bike was.

Mampus you, San. I can't help Biema from not looking ahead.

"That's Sandra?" tanya Biema frowned. Paris gave up and chose to lean on the shoulder of the car seat and look the other way. "Paris .. is Sandra, right?" ask Biema again because the question is not answered.

"Which one?" ask Paris to pretend.

"Ahead there. On the motor of the students who were in the convoy," pointed Biema stiffly. Paris just needs to act like she just saw Sandra.

"Ah, that .. yes."

"I'm sure it's Sandra. I had to stop him from going to the convoy." Biema started to move in to action.

Mampus you.

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