Companion To Paris
Family In-law

Sandra saw a friend who was also her sister-in-law coming. His feet approached to greet him.

"Parrisons ..."

"Sandra ..."

Suddenly Sandra slowed her feet. There's another one. They both hold hands. A very rare, rare sight, daaaannn .. is impossible!

Biema had to step down when Paris took her hand off. The Paris and Sandra meeting was one of the priorities. They had been friends before he knew Paris. They also hugged.

"I didn't expect it" Sandra said as they hugged.

"Don't think I'd dress this pretty?" ask Paris jokingly.

"No. Didn't expect that you would join hands with Kak Biema." Hearing this Paris immediately distanced her body from Sandra.

"Oh, that. That's a long story." Paris scratched his nape. "It's not what you think." Paris shook her hand.

"Over all, it's so weird for me." Sandra remained in her opinion.

"Don't influence Paris with unsettling opinions, Sandra," Biema's reprimand made Sandra widen her eyes. She was shocked at her protest by her brother. In the past, Biema always gave Sandra advice not to associate with Paris which could have a bad impact. Now ... precisely he was the one in protest.

"Thank you for protesting against me, Brother," Sandra said, chirping. Makes Biema laugh. "Why laugh? It's not funny" Sandra said.

"You look like Paris. I like it" Biema said, leaving a smile on her lips.

Like Paris? Likey? Whatts?!! Sandra gawking. Paris who heard it clucked because she felt her face getting hot. Blushed. The girl's eyeballs looked at Paris suspiciously.

"What?" ask Paris without a sound. After seeing Paris, now it's Sandra's eyeball turn to look at her brother.

Sandra has not commented, Biema has pulled the body of Paris gently to get close to him because there is a mother. Although surprised, Paris immediately put on a smile when the voice of Mama Biema was heard.

"Biema, are you coming?"

"Yes, Ma."

"Ow ... Paris is so maniii. Mama's so excited to see it." Mama Biema touched both of her daughter-in-law's shoulders while repeatedly looking at Paris's overall performance.

"Mama, stop seeing Paris so. She can be uncomfortable," protested Biema wanted to end her cute mother's behavior. Paris was very grateful to Biema for stopping her mother.

"Sorry, yes Paris. Mom likes to see it ... Moreover, this mother's son also looks more handsome." This time he looked at his son with a smile. "Come, take Paris inside. In many of our brothers who want to see your wife. Come on, Sandra you're coming with mama in." Mama pulled the arm of her daughter who actually wanted to hurt these two people.

"All right." Mom walked in first. Paris was feeling very nervous. Biema saw the nervousness.

"It's okay Paris. Don't strain," Biema's pinta gently to appease his wife.

"Let's talk like that, I'm still nervous." Paris has not stepped in.

"Hold my arm." Biema thrust her arm. Like earlier. Paris received Biema's arm thrusting without much protest and grumbling. "Ready? We're going in together." Paris nodded after sighing. Their feet began to step deeper inside.

Inside there are many Biema brothers who are not known to Paris. Because at the wedding, they only invite the closest relatives. So right now they want to see Biema's wife in person.

"Biem ..," whispered Paris as she tightened her grip on Biema's arm.

"Be calm, Paris. Assume they are your opponents. You're trying to beat them up right now." Biema gave her advice by using something closely related to this girl.

"Ih, what is it ... I could be a thug" whispered Paris.

"Nothing. The important thing is that my wife is comfortable" Biema replied in a whisper.

"So good story."

"Well, this is her new bride.aaa..," said one of Biema's brothers who immediately made the entire room turn to the two of them. Their focus on Paris made this girl gulp for a moment while smiling.

"Don't leave me" whispered Paris made Biema stunned to hear the sentence, until she decided to accompany Paris around to shake hands with her mother's family.

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Sandra sat next to Paris lying on her bed. The girl seemed exhausted. He had almost two hours more talk and question and answer with all members of the Biema family.

"I'm tired, I'm tired .." hissed Paris as he moved his hand to dissipate the heat. The ac room was turned on.

"No need to say, I know. L saw. It's so sorry for you." Sandra gave the cold drink she brought to Paris.

"Your family's asking me shit."

"However, it looks like you managed to impress them." Sandra gave a thumbs up.

"I don't know that. I'm just trying to answer all the questions."

"Even when you can't answer either, you're still trying to answer it with the word. And it's potent." Sandra chuckles.

"It also feels weird." Paris was laughing remembering that.

"Sister Biema did not stop smiling seeing you able to perform well earlier. His eyes are twinkling." Sandra described Biema as being amazed to see her little wife adapt.

"San, Mela is Biema's ex?" tanya Paris made the smiling Sandra tell her sister, stunned.

"Why ask Mela?" Sandra was uncomfortable.

"Because it turns out Biema wanted to marry me because she was hurt her marriage invitation was rejected by Mela," said Paris. "It turns out that even though the point is both married to me because of forced, if you hear he married me because he was disappointed with other women, why am I so a bit upset and upset?" Sandra looked at her friend with pity.

"Sorry, yes Paris ... I don't know about that."

"Eh, why are you so sorry? I'm just telling a story. Claim as usual. It just so happens that this time your brother's guy."

"He-eh, I know, but it still doesn't feel good about you."

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"Sir Biema herself said that?" Paris nodded at Sandra's question. "That means Biema's trying to open up to you."

"Is he really closed?"

"Yes. Not so much ... But he's not like Arga's brother."

"Beyond? Don't believe it. Nosy people are bad. Often even deliberately mocked me all-out. If you talk to me too often." Paris was enthusiastic about talking about Biema until he had to rise from the delicious fall.

"Eh, is that brother? I also just found out that Biema's sister is a prank. Maybe special ngisengin you times ...," seduced Sandra. His eyes were moving towards Paris. While Paris only thinned the lips on ledekin. "Looks .. he's starting to really like you."

"Biema?"

"That's Paris. We'll talk to my brother again."

"Oh, huh? I don't understand." He does often make me ge-er, said Paris in his heart. "Oh, yes San. I met Lei!" exciting Paris happy.

"Sir Lei, your ex?" Paris nodded.

"He's already a man. Make better. Busyet. I could look at him." Paris broke her body again. Sandra glances. Currently besides being a friend of Paris, she is also her sister Biema. Where Biema is Sandra's sister. So when she heard Paris tell another man, Sandra was a little uncomfortable. She obviously didn't want her brother to be played by Paris. But in protest, Sandra still wants to keep her mouth shut.