Companion To Paris
[ Extra Part ] Ideas of Paris

Paris was satisfied with her in-laws' cooking. What else can he complain about? Wanting to eat what, the in-laws were ready to cook. It's a gift. Even Mama Biema brought it to eat at home. That was so much fun.

After promising to take his wife for a walk, Biema has been warning Fikar since he left home from his family home.

"Tomorrow, I'll take my wife for a walk. Clear any schedule after hours. I don't want my promise to Paris to be uncertain" Biema said as she called Fikar.

Even in the morning when he arrived at the office, Biema immediately reminded,

"I have to get home in time, Fikar. Let no one make all my plans fall apart" Biema said as she entered the elevator.

"Yes, I get it" said Fikar. He sighed. This is how many times Biema has reminded.

Suddenly closed his nose.

Fikar surprised. He looked at his right armpit. Sniffed slowly, and did not find the smell so disturbing. Then he did the same thing to his left armpit. There is nothing that makes you close your nose.

"What's wrong? Smell what?" tanya Fikar felt uncomfortable.

"You're wearing perfume?" tanya Biema held back the discomfort in her stomach.

"Oh, sure. Do you want ..."

"Replace your perfume. I want nausea and vomiting. My nose is fucked for it." Biema said it straightforwardly.

"You're more sadistic than when Paris spoke" Fikar said. Biema doesn't care. He is calming his situation.

I don't know why the kiss is getting so sharp. Often it overwhelmed him. Like accompanying Paris who often uncomfortable stomach.

"Oh, yeah. There's a banquet with the guy from Hendarto's family's competitor mall."

"Mr Candika? I've never talked to that person at all" Biema asked, looking to the side.

"This is not Mr. Adiwangsa. This is his first son."

"Oh, Aksa? That cassanova?" guess Biema. Fikar.

"What did that guy invite us to?"

"none. Just a regular dinner."

"You're right. Maybe he intends to work with our textile company." Fikar agreed with Biema. "However, the banquet remains as usual. There's not much special."

"I think I'd like to take Paris in the afternoon." Apparently, Biema could not bear to immediately invite his wife. "I'll call my wife." Biema walked faster towards her room.

"Hello, darling ...." Paris' voice sounded cheerful.

"Is there a good thing? Why does your voice sound so happy?" ask Biema astonished.

"Yes. The good thing is that you call me now, when I don't think I'll be on the phone with you. That's a real surprise." Paris said that with great enthusiasm.

Biema.

"Now kangen?" ledek Biema's.

"Yes. I miss it heavy." Paris was more honest about her heart. And Biema likes that. He didn't need to think much about what his wife's will was, because Paris immediately revealed it.

"I'll be home in a minute."

"Going home? It's not time to go home from work yet" Paris said, looking at the wall clock.

"I knew. Sweet dandan, I'll pick you up" Biema said warmly.

"Why? What are our streets doing now?"

"Emmm ... This is not a walk. I'm still working, but I want to take you."

"How can I come with you at work, baby? Do you want me to hug you while you're working on something on your work laptop?" ask Paris jokingly. "I can sit on your lap."

"Emmm .. can. Your idea could be, too, dear. Can that be?" tanya Biema who suddenly wants the idea of his wife realized.

"I'm just kidding" Paris said with a laugh.

"It's a shame, because I really thought about the idea earlier," Biema said disappointedly. Paris surprised. He did not expect that this man really wanted to do a crazy idea that was spoken spontaneously just now. That was not his wish.

"Do you want me to do it?" haggar Paris wants to grant her husband's wish. He imagined it. A picture is printed if the idea is realized.

"certain."

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