Companion To Paris
Mother starts again

Paris put her back on the study desk chair with a sigh of relief. After waiting for the arrival of Angga on the road further from where Biema had been, this girl was able to get home quickly. His head rests on the shoulder of the sofa. Then look up.

Meeting Biema pisses me off.

"Paris! Eat up!" shouted from downstairs.

"Yeahah!" answer Paris immediately rise. Change clothes and get down. Downstairs Asha is busy nursing Arash. Paris approached her niece and pinched the baby's puffed cheek.

"You keep nyusu yah... Let's add more padlocks later. Your mother may not be strong enough to carry you" Paris teased her niece. Perhaps understanding the temptations of his aunty, Arash's free hand patted Paris's cheek and slightly pulled the hair of this girl who was allowed to unravel.

"Aw .." Paris screams.

"Hey ... don't hurt your aunty, baby ..." Asha tries to help Paris take off her son's hand.

"Ni boy, understand the times in ledekin. Straight away reply me. Ihhhh .. you ..." After successfully escaping from Arash's hand, Paris again pinched his nephew's cheek. The round-fingered hand again wanted to grab Paris' hair, but Paris quickly dodged it.

"Wee .. doesn't apply. No need," poked Paris while sticking out her tongue. Arash to release ******bundanya because of its focus on Paris. Then the jaringa grabbed the air intending to capture Paris.

"Come on, mik milk again. Don't put up with your aunty who's in a bad mood." Asha forces her son back to suckling. Paris giggles with satisfaction.

"It's really upsetting Arash. Rich wins from brother Arga alone ..." Paris was proud and walked away from her sister-in-law who was in the living room. At that time he passed by Mother.

"A long time to get down, Paris?" ask her.

"For Arash's temptations that are getting puffed up."

"Arash is getting healthier. Not expecting, even though Asha is small. Let's eat fast. It's mama readyin." Mrs Wardah returned to the kitchen to accompany her daughter.

"Mother yesterday met a textile company in the mall," said Mrs Wardah while cutting fruit for her daughter.

"Mmmm ... Want to work together?" tanya Paris looked up while feeding food into her mouth.

"Maybe. It is also good that if we work together, it is very suitable. They also have a garment company whose material is taken from their textile company that produces fabric." Mother told me with a happy face. Paris agreed.

"Sip," said Paris, showing his thumb.

"It looks like tomorrow mom has an appointment with her friend. You are my mother, yes ..."

"I'll look at my schedule, Bun. Clashed once. So I can't help my mom."

"You're an artist? I was invited to meet and still want to see the schedule. It's your bundle that invites, not someone else." Mother thins her lips to see her daughter's height.

"Once again, Paris has made a pact with friends. Wouldn't be nice if it's been the old testament trus in abortin. Mother also does not like, her daughter likes to break promises." Mother again thinned her lips to see her daughter. This time also add to the head.

"Lately you've started to saggy to clean up..." Mother issued a threatening gesture. Paris gulps.

"Emmm ... Paris is a little unwell, Bun. It's a little saggy." Paris is looking for a reason. Wearing facial mimic melas so that the mother believes.

"The mother used to tell you that's nothing. Yes ... It's all for you. If you are married, at least have the diligent soul of a wife. Beres-beres, cook ..."

"Paris knows," cut Paris fast. "Lagian Paris married her a long time ago. School is not finished. Where could Paris get married." There was a laugh there.

"The fool came unexpectedly. Maybe, tomorrow your soul mate is in sight."

"It could be, but to get married is like a long way ... "

"If you just met his partner tomorrow, surely only months or even years just married. We need to explore first. Know first. Understand first. Only after that was married." Paris says it all with pride.

"If fate says you're a mate, one day can get you married." Mrs Wardah is sure of love at first sight.

"One day? It can't be ...." Paris' lips are throbbing. "That's impossible."

"Why not?"

"Yes .. Where can I be, Bun ... " Paris shook his hand. Disputing the opinion of Mrs Wardah. "That's a very special thought of Mother." Mother just glanced at her daughter. The hand of Paris bribed the food into the mouth with vigor. The plate quickly cleared. "Consumptus ...."

"You're so hungry. Looks like he's done some strenuous activity. Were you in the law to run around the field earlier?" ask her suspicious.

"Eitsss .. no, Bun. I'm just starving." Paris refuses to be charged. He was excited to eat because there was someone who made him upset.

Asha appears with Arash asleep in her sling.

"The hull is asleep, brother?" ask Paris who got up from the chair to put the dishes in the sink. Leaning for a moment toward Asha's sling and raising an eyebrow.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Enak was right sleeping the padlock." Paris walked up after saying that.

"Definitely drank a lot of milk earlier, huh?" ask Mommy.

"Yes, Bun. Arash is doyan nyusu."

"Boy boys are so. The milk mic is very strong. You should eat lots of vegetables. Let's get more and more ASI."

"Yes." Yeah."

"So kayak goat dong, eat grass." Paris chuckles. Asha just smiled. While Madame Wardah turned her head with sharp eyeballs.

"So your brother is that so? So it's appropriate to say Asha's sister that way?"

"You're just kidding, Bun ...." Paris is surly at the protest. Asha turned to her in-laws quickly. Shocked by his protest.

"If you're joking, it's inappropriate. Don't get used to it. If you stay with your in-laws someday what? You're gonna joke like that too?"

"Certua? Again mother said that .." murmured Paris. Half grumbling. His lips are pursed. Nothing is often associated with that. Paris breathed a tired breath.

"Yes in the future that is faced. Not anything else."

"Are there no other issues than marriage?"

"Nothing. Mother must prepare you to be a good wife." Still with his opinion. Mother really wants her daughter to be like her. Be a good wife and know all about home issues when you get married.

Paris is leaving the kitchen. If not, the mother will continue to poke her ear with discussions about marriage. The girl left the dirty dishes lying in the sink. Make Miss Wardah tickle.

"That's kid. Instead of washing the dishes, he left the dirty dishes" he grumbled as he stood up.

"Let Asha do the washing, Bun ... After Arash Asha put it in the lower room." Asha chose to mediate by providing time to help.

"Okay, don't ... Let's just make Sumi." Asha nodded. Then pick the fruit that has been peeled in-laws. "That line is better for a match." Asha who chewed the fruit was shocked.

Looks like mom started again. His habits resurface.