Companion To Paris
Accompanying Mother

The promised time to accompany the mother arrived. Paris tidied her hair. The clothes are also just like that when you take them from the closet. She cut herself in the mirror and was convinced that her appearance was correct.

Then this girl went down to the first floor to meet her mother. But it was really unexpected when he met Mrs Wardah. Mother's expression when she saw her daughter who was like she was just going to go to the tutoring place, hysterical.

"Damissss!! What the fuck?!"

"What, Bun?" ask Paris confused.

"Your face. Your clothes why is this?" point mother while approaching Paris with a chaotic mimic.

"Why my shirt, Bun? This is nothing wrong. Not dirty or dirty. It's clean in Rike's wash." Paris looked at her own body. Confused by the hysterics of the mother when she saw the clothes she was wearing now. He tried to research again with his clothes. "This shirt is not wrong, really." Paris was confident in his vision.

"That shirt is not wrong, but you're wrong." Mother widens her eyes.

"Why am I wrong?" ask Paris to be confused.

"Mother is not asking you to play in the house next door neighbor. This mother is taking you to a meeting of businesswives."

"Where's the fault?" tanya Paris finally understood.

"Yes wrong dong, Paris. You must dress well and elegantly. Mommy's time invites the only daughter with clothes like this...." Mother pointed to Paris's clothes with a scowling that disagreed. Then pulled the army green shirt that his daughter was wearing.

"It's important to wear clothes, Bun," said Paris casually.

"Hush! You're this...  It's a gathering place for many important people. Mother does not want you to look ordinary. You have to be special. You must be beautiful."

"I'm beautiful from there. No need to wear fancy clothes, I'm already beautiful ... Inner beauty is what needs."

"Goddessa ... Already, not much of a reason. Quickly find a nice shirt." Mother pushed her daughter's body back into the room.

"What the hell is Mother. Don't want ... Tired if you have to change clothes again," whined Paris.

"Should! Got to change clothes!" Mother glared while forcing. Asha who appeared alone from her room upstairs because Arash was with Arga's father in her room was astonished.

"What's up, Bun?" ask Asha to help. Seeing her in-laws in shock, she became concerned.

"Mother forced me to change clothes. Though I have to wear real clothes," Paris murmured while complaining. Showing his clothes with an annoyed look.

"How can the shirt be right. We're going to a party. Not going to the market or the mall, Paris." Mrs Wardah does not want to lose her opinion.

"party? What's Bun's party?" ask Asha who seems to have not known either.

"Fest meeting fellow wife businessman." Nyony Wardah says it with unusual eyes. Paris saw the interaction of the two that seemed awkward.

"Masa, Brother Asha who is the wife of brother Arga do not know? Kan .. Arga's a businessman too." Paris began to conclude. Mrs Wardah is panicking.

"Oww, the party ... " Suddenly Asha understood. "Yes, yeah. That party." Asha smiled at the end. Then nod. Mrs Wardah also heaved a sigh of relief hearing her daughter-in-law understand.

"Wouldn't that party have to wear nice clothes, right, Asha?" ask Ms. Wardah for support.

"really. That's right." Paris looked at her sister-in-law with keen eyes probing. The smile of the woman looked strange. Gelagatnya. Asha seen

"Sir Asha must be lying" accused Paris directly.

"Hey .. Why do I need to lie. There's no way I'm like that. Especially in front of you and me." Asha dodged while looking at her in-laws timidly. Paris believes. Because his brother-in-law is certainly very afraid if you have to lie to his mother. Mrs Wardah was also confused to hear her daughter was alert.

"Yes. You can't say that. Asha's a good mother-in-law." He immediately helped restore the good name of his son-in-law. "Come on. It's gonna be late."

"Parents too?" ask Paris for wonder.

"certainly. There are a lot of father colleagues. You think you're lying ...," said the mother. The father who had just appeared, was astonished by the women who were talking about him.

"Dad's kolega?" He seemed to frown on his forehead which was already there wrinkles getting wrinkled.

"Yesaa ... I'll be meeting with your colleague soon, won't I?" ask mommy in mimik trying to force her husband to understand and understand the situation.

"It's true" replied the father.

"Tuh, kaaannn ..." Mrs Wardah is happy. "Come, hurry! Asha, help Paris get changed ... He's so slow." Asha nodded in acceptance of Paris' body 'sodorant' which was still encouraged by him. This girl's face was still pouting at the order of her mother.

"Mother is fuck, anyway. It's so much noise," Paris scolded who finally returned to his room to change clothes.

Asha who was beside him smiled. "The name is going to the party too. Any parent wants to see his son ugly when he meets his colleague." Asha gives understanding.

"Am I ugly?" Paris took her face away from Asha and looked at her sister-in-law. Seriously. His steps stopped to listen to his sister-in-law's opinion.

"If you're just dressed like this for the party, yes. You're ugly." Asha purposely said that.

"Huh," grunts Paris. Then he took his foot back to the bedroom.

"Change clothes are still arguing with mother. Let me help you choose. Even though it seems like you're better at choosing your own dress to wear tonight." Asha accompanied her sister-in-law to the room for a change of clothes.

Asha did not understand where they were going. Meeting of the wives of businessmen? That was just heard. Arga himself never talked about this. It was likely that there was another event that her in-laws had to make up that excuse.

Paris and her parents came to a five-star hotel. Apparently the event was held at a restaurant located inside this nice hotel. But ... apparently there is no event that was meant by Mrs Wardah earlier.

Paris's face was fluttered with the state of the restaurant that looked crowded but could not be called a party.

"Actually the party hasn't started or is over, anyway?" asked Paris in a whisper to her mother. "Why is it not like a party?" Paris felt something strange.

"The party hasn't started yet, maybe soon," said the mother.

"really?" ask Paris not to believe it.

"true." He answered with certainty. "Now you are very beautiful. Mother likes." Her lips smiled as she watched her daughter dress up. Hearing the compliments from the mother, Paris was not too stunned. He felt that compliments were normal.

Tonight Paris is wearing a canal-style evening dress with a length below the knee in white. Very homely. A little memorable different in Paris who usually only wear denim pants or cotton cloth and t-shirts.

Mother's hand touched the long hair Paris let unravel. According to Asha's view as the fashion director earlier, this girl better let her hair alone. Paris is upset, just give it up.

This time Asha was able to sweep a blush thinly on the cheeks of her sister-in-law. She, who is often invited to meetings by Arga, was forced to learn to wear her own basic makeup. Arga also never forced Asha to go to the salon to dress up. He knows his wife doesn't like makeup that is too 'heavy'. Arga prefers Asha to appear with a little make-up which Arga says makes his wife already look sweet.

"Our daughter is beautiful, isn't she dad?" ask mom to add a voice to her opinion.

"of course. Of course the father's daughter is beautiful" replied Hendarto. But Paris also did not respond too much to the praise of his parents. Sometimes parents lie when they talk about their children. They consider their daughter's son to be number one.

"Come, put on a sweet face. Do not frown like that," said Mommy again corrected the attitude of her daughter. Hendarto's father just glanced and did not talk much anymore.

After Paris repeatedly asked about the party in question, came a family. Mr. Hendarto and Mrs Wardah stood up to greet them.