Companion To Paris
The request of the Bu de

"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."

The lei?

Biema who was behind the door heard the conversation of the two girls. He sighed for a moment before opening the door.

"Paris ...," call Biema. Paris soon rose from its fall. The two girls looked towards the door. "Do you still need a break?" biema asked while holding the door handle.

"No. What's up?"

"We're going home."

"All right." Paris got up and tidied up her dress. She looked at Sandra for a moment. "I'm home, San."

"OKAY. Meet you tomorrow at school." Paris walked towards the door. Biema widens the door to let his wife out.

"We go home first, San," Biema said.

"Yes, Brother. Careful." Biema closed the door and taught Paris a step.

"Lho, where are you going?" asked Bu de Biema to see the two of them leaving.

"We want to go home, Miss De" said Paris did not forget to add a smile on her lips.

"Going home? Tonight?" asked Bu De while looking at Paris and Biema alternately.

"Yes. Tomorrow he has to go to school, and I have to go to the office." Biema makes sense.

"Oh, Biema .. You work in your own company. Take a holiday tomorrow. There's family here. You guys should stay here. Your father would have agreed, "the suggestion of Bu de made Paris jerk and widen his eyes unconsciously. Biema knows that

"Not good, Miss De." Biema gives understanding. "Paris has to get permission to go to school if it doesn't go in."

"Nothing. Miss De will call you."

"But ..." Paris has denied.

"We don't come here every day because of a distant home. Cook you guys don't want to nemenin Bu de, anyway!" rayu Bu de's. Paris looked at Biema. Begged this man to refuse.

"Let us go to the house of the de ma'am sometime. Now we're going home." Biema touched the arm Bu de half asked.

"When that's not clear Biema. Then you must have forgotten to go to Miss De's house." Bu de put on a pouting face.

Address! This bad address! racau Paris in the heart.

Biema looks at Paris. He wants to tell you that Miss De can't be in the nego.

"Paris who are women must understand more about men who promise sometime. Finally didn't come, did you?" Bu de started whining at Paris. He's mistaken. The one who didn't agree to stay was this girl, not Biema. Bu de's eyeballs wore a sad expression.

Bussyet! Sulked. I can not refuse niiihhh ....

"Emmm .. but there may be no more room for us to stay so ..."

"Room? There's one. You can sleep there if you want to stay overnight," said the mother immediately joined nimbrung. Cut out the sentence of his daughter-in-law who wanted to refuse.

"Well, it exists. It's been. You two should stay here. The room can be occupied directly, right?" ask the mother-in-law.

"could. That's Biema's room. Every day is always cleaned. Because if they come and need to stay overnight, no need to clean first," explained mama.

Nooo!!! Though Paris' lips were smiling, her heart was screaming. Sandra who turned out from her room because she heard the debate smiled amusedly.

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With his lips soaked, Paris followed Biema towards her room. Finally they reached Biema's old room. The man opened the door and told Paris to come in.

Paris' lips were silent. His feet entered slowly with eyeballs circulating throughout the room. The sound of the door closing makes Paris look back quickly in surprise.

"Sit down." Paris did not answer. He just looked at Biema's room doubtfully. "Why stand up?"

"It's the first time I've been in a man's room, except for Arga's." Paris folded her lips while looking at Biema's belongings.

"So you're awkward?"

"certainly. Were you awkward when you first entered my room?" ask Paris. This time he looked at Biema.

"No."

"Ho .. you're more pro about entering a woman's room apparently," mocked Paris.

"No. I don't need to feel awkward. That's my wife's room. So I'm sure I'll feel comfortable when I get into your room. Even though it's foreign to me." Biema looked at Paris warmly. That look again. Paris sat down to avoid it.

"Then, where am I going to sleep?" ask Paris dyed.

"Aren't you sitting on the bed?" asked Biema who started taking off her suit.

"Yes knows. It's just one bed, then you ... A moment." Suddenly Paris remembered something. "That means we have to sleep in one bed?!" guess Paris while standing up in a frenzy. Biema just kept silent to see this girl stirring herself. "You do realize we have to sleep in one bed, Biem?" tanya Paris.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes? So you already know that we're going to sleep in one bed?" Parisian eyeballs are surprised.

"Yes .. how else." Biema shrugged her shoulders. Then he sat on the bed.

"Why did your mom give us just one bed, Biem?"

"Because we're husband and wife, Paris ... And husband and wife sleeping in one bed is natural." Biema had to explain again what was appropriate.

Hmh! Paris just woke up and remembered. In everyone's eyes, she and Biema were indeed a married couple.

"Will not sleep?" ask Biema who was preparing to fall on the bed.

"No." The head of Paris shook his head.

"It's already night. Your body must be tired. Moreover, it had to serve all my family," Biema pinta softly.

Indeed his body is tired, but if you have to sleep one bed .... Paris glanced towards the bed, where Biema was already sitting on it. Nah! I don't have to sleep there.

"alright. I sleep outside the room. There may also be many of your siblings sleeping together." Biema got out of bed and took a pillow to get out.

"Don't" stop Paris while pulling Biema's arm. This man's steps stopped. Then he looked at Paris's face after glancing for a moment at his arm which was held by this girl. "Don't sleep outside. I don't want your family to think anything. They'll think I'm selfish if I let you sleep outside."

"Then?"

"Sleep here" pinta Paris quietly. Biema's facial wrinkle implied victory.

"All right." Paris drew closer to the bed and picked up a pillow and bolster. "Where are you going?" ask Biema astonished.

"I'll sleep on the floor."

"The floor?"

"Yes. Doesn't matter. The floor is covered with carpet. So it's not too cold. I can hold on till tomorrow." Biema. He thinks he won, but it turns out that Paris has his own unexpected plans.

Paris throws pillows and rolls over the carpet. Then get ready to break down.

"Wait."

"What's? I don't want to be forced to sleep in bed ... " Biema is approaching the wardrobe. Picked up his training shirt and pants.

"Change your clothes first. That must be uncomfortable." Biema thrust out the clothes she had taken just now. It is very difficult and uncomfortable to sleep in a dress like this.

"No. That's your shirt, right?" show Paris.

"If you ask Sandra to lend you her clothes, we'll disturb the child's sleep. So ... Better wear this." Biema. Paris was silent for a moment. Then slowly his hand gradually received Biema's sodoran. Paris also changed her dress in the bathroom which fortunately was in the room.