Companion To Paris
[ Extra Part ] Biema disagrees

“Mama!”

Hearing Biema's half-panicked voice, the two women in the kitchen turned their heads together.

"Why take Paris to cook in the kitchen, Ma?" tanya Biema disagreed. His feet quickly stepped towards the kitchen table. Mom panicked right away.

"Mrs ..."

"That's me, baby. I forced my mother to cook." Paris immediately set up a body for her in-laws.

"Why are you cooking? You can't do anything now. You'll have nausea and vomiting, baby ..." Biema immediately approached and pinched Paris's nose with anxiety. Mom smiled.

"It was ..." Paris glanced towards the cooking preparations on the table.

"Don't tell me you're not good with mom" Biema guessed. He knows the real reason Paris is.

"Are you good with Mama?" Hearing that, my mother was surprised. Paris panic. "Why is it not the same, Mama? Mama's nothing, really."

Paris grimaces because of getting caught wet.

"Yes. Because mama cooks for Paris, she doesn't feel good about not helping. That's why he forced himself to help," Biema said. And it's not a lie. Thas right.

Paris nudged Biema's arm for revealing everything. Lips cone.

"It's Mama's daughter-in-law ..." Mom is approaching Paris. Paris's face was made normal. "That's so sweet." Now it was her cheeks that were stolen by her in-laws' fingers. "Mama doesn't need your help even if Mama cooks for you." His hand stroked Paris's arm full of affection.

"As I said," Biema said proudly. Paris glanced at him.

"It's easy cooking anyway." Mom snapped her fingers. "Mama can cook in a short time. So you don't have to bother helping. It's there. Follow Biema. Poor grandpa baby wants to quickly eat chicken milk," said mama while stroking the stomach of Paris.

"Yes. Thank you, Ma."

"Ehh .. This is also for his granddaughter mama, really. Come on, take your wife to the living room for a break," mama's pinta told Biema. This man nodded.

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"Ih, that's what you are. Open everything in front of mom?" spray Paris as they both sit on the couch.

"Why?"

"If so, why?"

"Yes don't. It seems that the case does not want to visit parents, just because they want to ask in masakin. Especially this night. I look bad" said Paris.

"Where are there adorable bad guys like you," teased Biema. This man's hand was holding his wife's chin.

"Yes, but ..."

Biema directly devoured his wife's lips. Until Paris could not protest anymore because the sweet lips silenced him.

"We're at my mom's house" Paris said after pushing her husband's body.

"Why indeed?" biema asked lightly, as if that was no problem.

"If you get caught papa or our mama kisses, I'm so ashamed to know ..."

"Without getting caught even kissing, papa and mama know that we've done it. They even know we're doing other things besides kissing. The proof is there's a fetus in this stomach." Biema stroked his wife's stomach. Paris blushing.

"Ih, you are." Parsi pinches Biema's stomach. Until this guy chuckles crispy. Then lean his body on the sofa. "Where is Sandra? How lonely?" asked Paris who was aware of her sister-in-law and her best friend did not appear.

Biema looked around.

"Maybe a walk."

"Yes, he can still walk. Come here without fear of being angry at the husband" said Paris.

"You want to go for a walk too?" fresh Biema.

"Cock still ask? Should've taken dong."

"I fear your stomach why-why. If you want, we'll go for a walk tomorrow."

"Aren't you working?"

"Yes. I'll take some time for both of us. A walk. We're going on a date,” whispered Biema made Paris smile.

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