Companion To Paris
Biema's mood

Paris and Biema were asked to come to the Biema family residence. This can't be denied. Because he also did not want to humiliate his own family if later did not want to meet the invitation.

Before the promised time Biema invited Paris to go to the boutique to buy a dress.

"I've got a lot of nice dresses at home, really." Paris is not.

"No need to go home to your parents to get a dress, right? What they said when I drove you home just to pick up a dress. I'll buy it for you. Come inside." Biema asked Paris to comply. Paris got into the car too.

This boutique is advice from Fikar who has been looking for boutiques before. Biema got out of the car and opened the door for Paris.

"No need to treat me like a queen. I can open the door myself."

"I knew. I feel the need to do it." Paris thins her lips while getting out of the car. Then they both went into the shop. There they were well received by the boutique owner. The owner deliberately came to his shop to welcome the arrival of this man who had given the news first.

"Do I have to choose, sir?" ask the boutique owner.

"No. It's up to my wife. You can do another job" Biema replied, pointing to Paris with her chin. He did not want Paris to be careless because he felt he was being watched by boutique employees.

The girls tried on the dresses one by one. While Biema was sitting casually on the sofa.

"Can you help me?" pinta Paris in the dressing room. There's no answer. Biema. Apparently the clerk and the owner were choosing a dress for Paris so they could not hear. Biema took the initiative to stand. The clerk began to hear Paris's call and was about to approach.

"Let me, please" Biema said. "You can continue looking for a dress that suits my wife."

"Good sir." Biema started to get closer towards the dressing room curtain. Paris' hands came out of the curtain.

"Please come in, this dress is very difficult" said Paris. But there is no answer. "Please." Biema opened the dressing room curtain slowly. The srek! It seems that the Paris dress still can not be fully closed. The back of Paris. The girl did not know that the one behind her was Biema for looking down. With deft Biema helps to raise the zipper.

"Have you?" ask Biema quietly. It's unsurprising. Paris looked up and looked back quickly.

"You?!"

"Yes. Why?"

"Why how? You know, I'm changing clothes. Why are you in?!" spray Paris.

"Aren't you the one who asked for help just now?"

"Yes, but I'm asking this boutique clerk for help."

"Just the same. After all, I am also entitled to your body."

"What the hell?!" sulcan Paris. Paris immediately turned her body to face Biema. "What are you ..."

"Beautiful," Biema cut quickly made Paris not to continue the sentence. Biema's bead eyes stared at Paris in amazement.

"Don't seduce me." Paris. Hiding the red hue because of the name of the word beautiful earlier.

"So you feel at home?"

"Biema!" paris is getting louder.

"Wear this only. I liked. You're getting pretty." Many times the beautiful word out of Biema's lips makes Paris need to calm her blushing self. "Please help her put on makeup. The clothes I wear will be taken" Biema told the boutique owner.

"Good, Sir."

Biema is back on the couch. While Paris chatted with the boutique owner by occasionally looking at Biema. Maybe the woman told them they asked Biema to do the makeup. Maybe Paris will refuse at first, but eventually the girl will too.

A sigh could be heard from Biema's lips. This man also needed to calm his heartbeat. Verily he also thumped at Paris with half his clothes open. Especially when the girl turned her body to face him. The pretty word he uttered was not temptation or seduction. It was purely sliding off his lips just like that.

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Along the way to her parents' house, Biema was incessantly glancing sideways. Towards Paris. This girl looks beautiful and feminine.

"Stop watching me keep Biema," spewed Paris. "Aren't you tired of glancing sideways? Your focus should be on the front. Towards the street. Not to me." Paris grumbling.

"I can't miss your performance right now. If I may, I'll keep saying that tonight you're so pretty."

"Don't brag. I'm not happy when you say beautiful." Lies. Paris is lying. He just kept blushing as Biema looked at him. It's just that his ego is big. "Because it's free you say beautiful when I dress up. If I leave everything behind, I'll be ugly. So stop saying I'm pretty."

Biema smile. So that's why this girl refused to say beautiful. Makes sense too.

They reached the Biema family home. I don't know why Paris is so stubborn. That's not unusual. He usually acts as well.

"Wait," stop Paris while holding Biema's arm. Biema's eyeballs turned to Paris' hands. It's the first physical touch this girl ever made to her. Biema tried to calm down.

"Why?" ask Biema astonished. This girl is acting strange.

"In many of your families?" ask Paris who saw a lot of cars in Biema's yard. That means there will be a lot of Biema's family there.

"certain. If you invite, there is a family event. Why ask that?"

"Emmm .. I'm suddenly so .. nervous." Paris confessed while looking the other way. This girl is really nervous. This was the first time she had come to the Biema family home at a family event. Biema touched Paris' hand which held her arm. Beyond a doubt Paris did not dismiss him. The girl kept quiet while listening to his words.

"It's okay. Nothing to worry about."

"Attent." Paris released Biema's grip on her hand. If Paris knew, there was a momentary look of disappointment on Biema. But unfortunately Paris is busy opening his black-colored clucth bag. So I could not find the disappointment Biema felt. "I have to reflect first ... " Because of nervousness, Paris could not immediately open his clucth bag.

"Stop Paris." Biema stopped the hand of Paris who had not been able to open her clucth bag. "No need to reflect. If I said you were perfect, you would look perfect in everyone's eyes" Biema said. "Come on. Hold my hand. We have to get in."

Paris was silent while looking at Biema's open palm. Slowly Paris gave her hand to Biema. Without waiting any longer, Biema immediately clasped Paris' hands.

"Let's go inside." Paris nodded with doubt. They also stepped in. Biema's lips kept smiling. Paris is so beautiful tonight. It makes her heart flower. Especially now that Paris' hands are in his hands. Biema is happy and happy.