Companion To Paris
Beachside

When the car began to move, no doubt Biema had the ambition to pursue her sister. Paris let Biema do that. She knew that Biema did not like her sister to follow such activities. Similar to the events of the time at the nightclub the other day.

But it's not that easy to get close to Sandra. Because of the many students who convoy to make Sandra arise drowned in the crowd. But Biema was persistent in chasing him until they unknowingly reached the beach area. Biema's car was actually chasing Sandra until the convoy members stopped on the south coast.

"We are on the beach" chirped Paris who had been sitting beside him. The new cinema is aware of that. He saw the waterfront of this asphalt road. "You chased him to the beach, Biema .." said Paris was relieved that the chase was over. Even though they lost Sandra.

"I didn't expect to get here." Biema was also surprised if she arrived at the beach.

"Because we have arrived here, we should also enjoy the beautiful beach. Let's get Biema out," take Paris who turns out to be more excited than before. It was all because accidentally, he also joined this graduation convoy even though he did not ride a motorcycle like them. Because Biema was too anxious for her brother who was in the convoy, Biema unconsciously followed them until the stop. That is this beach.

Paris closed her eyes enjoying the refreshing aroma of the sea.

"I didn't expect chasing after Sandra to make us members of the convoy as well." Paris chuckled at Biema's words.

"Newly realized? Since then, right?" Paris nudged her husband's arm. But he immediately embraced the firm arm. "Nothing. I finally got to join the convoy, even though I wasn't really with the others." Paris leaned his head against Biema's arm.

"You're as happy as you are" Biema said.

"Yes. I'm happy." Paris laughing. Biema believes Paris really wants to join the actual convoy. But the state of her body that is pregnant is not possible. However, thanks to the pursuit of Sandra Biema will be banned from joining the convoy, bringing them to this place as well. "Hey, that's Sandra," pointed to Paris who immediately held her head up. "Sandra!!" call Paris. The girl who was walking by the beach with some friends turned her head.

Suddenly, the girl's eyes widened. She was flabbergasted to see her brother and Paris on this beach.

"Sister?" sandra asked surprised instead of playing.

"Hey, that's Paris. He also turned out ..." Some of them waved happily. Paris returned their hands. Meanwhile Sandra was silent. Biema looked at him straight from where he stood.

"Anyway ... I want to go there for a while, " said Sandra who immediately knew herself because of her brother's sharp gaze. They nodded. Sandra approached with her hands on her shoes and her head lowered. Paris smiled slowly at the behavior of Sandra who resigned in anger her brother.

"You're in Sandra's convoy?" biema asked flatly after her sister got in front of her. The girl remained silent while bowing her head. "You must know about this, sweetheart ..." Biema's eyeballs turned to look towards his wife.

Paris just raised her eyebrows a little.

"That's it. Forgive her. After all, I can finally enjoy the graduation party with you. With the man I love. So let's just say you're making your wife happy. He must be happy like me because we're both doing graduation. How's it?" bargain Paris tried to make Biema not to punish her sister.

"He's been breaking ..."

"Yes" said Sandra.

"Noah. He's agreed to go home with us."

"You always make me anxious" Biema said.

"He's grown up no longer to worry about. Isn't she the same age as me? I just want to be a mother. She's still worried about you?" tanya Paris plays for Sandra.

"Just the same. You are still worried about me. Because I love you both." Paris immediately hugged her husband's body from the side as the sentence glided beautifully. Sandra looked timidly. "Don't keep worrying me Sandra. Before you get married, you must listen to what I say. This could put me in danger."

"Yes, sister" said Sandra. Paris smiles.

"Thank you dear ... Now let Sandra play with her friend first. We also need to enjoy the beach alone, right?" Paris rolled her eyes. Biema chuckled slowly. His heart did not become angry at his sister.

"Well, Miss Biema," Biema joked.

"Mrs aging. I'm not that old" Parisian sneer. Biema chuckled again.

"Okay, okay."

"Can I go first, brother?" ask Sandra who they forgot about.

"Yes, yes ... Don't turn off your phone. If I say go home, go straight home. Do not engage in dangerous activities. Don't play by the sea ..."

"Shh ... Sandra knows," cut Paris into Biema's banquet. The man was silent too. "It has. Play first there. We'll go home later." Paris reminded.

"Okay dear sister-in-law," said Sandra saluting.

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