Companion To Paris
[ Extra Part ] Want to eat

Biema appears in the evening. He just got home from the office. Paris also went back to their home. Because at home mom only hitchhiked when she was alone at home.

"How was that? Is your stomach comfortable?" tanya Biema looked to the side. His hand also stroked the distended stomach.

"Little." Paris leaned her head against Biema's shoulder. He hugged the man's arm warmly. Biema smile. He thinks his wife is adorable.

"Why?"

"I miss," answered Paris honestly. Biema stroked Paris' head. But he immediately refocused on driving.

"Same. I also want to hurry home because I know that you and our baby are waiting" Biema said. Paris smiles. Hearing that he brought his body closer to this man's arm.

"I want to eat chicken milk that has the leaves of the kemanginya," said Paris suddenly.

"Chicken suwir? Tumben once."

"Yes. Anyway, I want to eat that now. It's not hard to shout" whined Paris. Biema thinks. He did not know where the food was sold. Not a rare food, only he did not understand where to look when the sun had sunk like this.

"I'm not sure. You know the place? We're going there."

"No," answered Paris innocently.

"Then?"

"Yes .. nyari dong. Cook you want our baby starving?" Parisian lips pursed.

"That's not possible dear," Biema replied firmly.

"good. That's why let's go."

"Yes." Yeah." Biema pulled the car over.

"Eh, why stop here?" ask Paris for wonder. She moved away from her husband's body. Looking to the right and left in confusion. "What's going on here? How to stop here." asked Paris again.

"Attent." Biema tinkered at her phone. Looks like he's Googling a place to eat that sells chicken suwir. "Well, let's go."

"To where to sell chicken?" tanya Paris is happy. He brought his body closer to Biema's arm.

"No. We're going to Mama's house" Biema said as she started the engine again.

"Yes. Mama will make a chicken milk that has leaves for you," said Biema no less happy.

What's?!

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"Parrisons ..." The in-laws warmly welcomed. Mama hugged her only daughter-in-law. Of course Paris still smiled even though it felt awkward. He did not come just to visit. Except for wanting to make a chicken milk. "Biema said you want to eat chicken suwir yes ...," said mama while stroking her stomach.

"Iyaaaa ...," Paris replied slowly.

Paris glanced at her husband. His eyeballs glimpsed. Biema just looked the other way. He knows Paris disagrees. Even so, he did not refuse. It means to want to, but not to be happy.

Biema has disappeared somewhere.

"Ouch. This night it was rare for such food. Not a hard food anyway, but the sound is also not easy." Mama told. "Mama can be straight now. The material exists. Biema came right here," said mama while looking at her son.

Because it has come for a plate of chicken milk, inevitably Paris was forced to help. She could not have stayed silent when her in-laws cooked for her.

"Lho, why are you in the kitchen? Just sit there with Biema." Mama was surprised to see Paris appear behind her.

"No. Paris wants to help."

"Ohhhh .. is not necessary. Later if you smell the aroma of kitchen spices, your stomach can be nauseous. Biema says you're sick and vomiting a lot." Mother reminded.

"Yes, but it's okay Ma. Maybe Paris can stand cooking with Mama." Paris is looking for a reason. She was too uneasy to have to keep quiet when she saw her in-laws cooking for her.

"That's so ... Coulda. Yes already. You're with the cooking mama. Later if you feel tired or dizzy because of the aroma of cooking, say."

"Okay, Ma." Paris linked her thumb and index finger in a circle.

Meanwhile Biema who had entered the bathroom, confused when there was no wife in the middle room. He frowned as his mind was fixed on the lit kitchen.

She knew my mom was cooking. But he suspected that his wife was there now. His feet moved a bit quickly. Exact guess. Paris is in the kitchen.

"Mama!"

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