Companion To Paris
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Biema completely changed clothes as she said earlier. The man did it when Paris was there. Although only changing shirts, it still makes Paris have to turn his face so as not to see Biema half-naked.

Paris still does not know the shape of the muscles and chest field belongs to this man. He tried to hold the reins of his brain, not to go looking for Biema's visually proportional body. He just silently turned his back on the man while humming very softly. For the sake of erasing anything that went into his mind about Biema's body right now.

Biema looked back. He heard. He knew what the girl was humming for. Biema's lips smiled. Amusedly. Feel funny. Cute. He thinks that this girl is very cute.

"I'm done" Biema said.

"Ah, yes .." said Paris still did not want to look. He's afraid this guy's a prank. Until he needs to blush in shame. He doesn't want that to happen.

"You know Mela's coming to this house?" ask Biema next. Hearing this question Paris was convinced that this man was already dressed. So he wants to turn his head. Turn around to face Biema.

"Where do I know ... That's not possible, is it?"

"Looking at you being ordinary, I feel like you already know that he wants to see me. My phone's on the nightstand."

"You mean I opened and looked through your phone without permission?" ask Paris doesn't like it. He was accused of opening his cell phone without permission. Both Biema's eyebrows raised. He's seen Paris for a long time. Then he breathed. Something is wrong.

"sorry. My sentence is not to accuse you of opening your phone without permission. That's my Paris phone. Your husband's cellphone. You deserve to know it." Beyond a doubt, Biema's answer made her awkward.

"I-I can't do that. Anyway ... I don't know the password of your phone," Paris said stammering as she revealed the boy's hair that had fallen on his face.

"My cellphone password is your date of birth" Biema replied, making the atmosphere in the room warm. But that doesn't make Paris calm. The purpose of Paris said the sentence was not to ask to be told about the key word of this man's phone. He was just looking for an excuse to avoid being awkward and nervous. It was just a logical reason that came to his mind. But Biema's words were beyond belief.

At the moment he felt unable to breathe freely. Especially with the addition of Biema's next sentence, "I just feel no need to explain anymore about the arrival of Mela to this house if you already know that Mela here is not me who invited her. I'm afraid you're angry." Paris was immediately confused looking for the direction of the focus of his eyeballs.

Even as Biema approached the same side of the bed, Paris panicked. His body stood up quickly.

"Already! You've changed shirts" Paris said with a nervous smile. Biema knows that. This girl was affected by his sentences. "We better get out of the room. Mela and mama are waiting for us." Paris's index pointed towards the exit.

"Well if you're not angry I'll see Mela."

"Yes. Go ahead. If it concerns my work it's okay" Paris said unknowingly. Biema smile. "W-what?" Paris was nervous to see this man's unusual smile.

"So ... If I see Mela it's not a job, you're gonna ban me?" Biema found a good question for this girl.

"I-I don't know. Don't ask the question of trapping dong," the Parisian murmur felt cornered. I don't know ... Why does he feel cornered. Answer yes or no?

Biema reached out her hand rubbing the head of Paris. The head of Paris was down and silent. "I should also be careful when I'm with Mela. I have to ask your permission."

Whatever, inner Paris.

"Thus ... That girl is Biema's wife, Auntie?" ask Mela when helping mama Biema peel avocado fruit.

"Yes. He's Paris. Why do you know him? Have you ever met?" ask mama Biema.

"Earlier. Couple times. It's just that I don't know yet that she's Biema's wife, Auntie." Mela explained. Mama Biema nodded. "Isn't he still in school? Because I heard she was Sandra's schoolmate."

"Yes. Paris is still in school."

"Why do you want to get married at such a young age, Auntie? Isn't this the time he can still carve out a lot of beautiful moments because of school?" There was such great curiosity from Mela's question.

When she was young and wanted to explore so many life journeys, Biema proposed to her. It was certainly impossible for him who loved adventure and novelty. Although when Biema proposed to him his age was above the man, but the sense of wanting to get married did not exist. He still wants to have a higher career. She wants to enjoy being the woman who pursues her dreams of success.

"Everybody has a different view, Mela. This Parisian. Aunt's Son-in-law ... She prefers young marriage and feels the courtship period when she is married. Isn't that beautiful? We're married, but it feels like we're still dating. The flowers of love are kept warm." Mama Biema said that straightforwardly and face filled with excitement.

Although actually Mama Biema herself does not understand, how her daughter-in-law feels at this time. He is quite good at making good conclusions. To make Mela believe that the girl's mind is what mama Biema just described.

Paris appeared in the kitchen with Biema beside her.

"Are you done changing Biema's clothes?" ask mama Biema. Mela looked up and saw the two of them.

"Yes" Biema said.

"Your short pants don't change? Looks like that was it," asked Mama Biema who saw Biema still wearing the same pants. Paris glances.

What the fuck? Should I change my pants too? Paris widened her eyes anxious to hear her in-laws like the pleasure of hearing Biema about to change clothes earlier.

"Paris said it wasn't necessary. Just use this alone," said Biema as intentionally. He knew there was no talk of it. Mela who heard that kept quiet and looked towards Paris and Biema with another look. Maybe jealousy. I may not believe this guy is married. His wife is still in school. And other thoughts that others will not understand.

"I'm going to the living room to talk about work with Mela." Biema's eyeballs stared at Paris inside. This guy may be asking permission. Because when Paris just nodded, Biema did not immediately step. He's still standing there. Until Mela needs to throw away her face to see Biema continue to look at Paris.

Paris was surprised Biema did not leave immediately when she said she would talk about work with Mela. His eyes blinked. Mama Biema glanced towards Biema and Paris.

Wh why?

"alright. You can do your job" said Paris, trying to say the words to make this man walk away. Because he felt sorry for Mela who had thought that she would leave soon to talk about work, but Biema was still staring at him for a long time. He waits.

"You can rest if you're tired. I'll finish my job soon." Once again Biema placed her hand on the top of Paris's head. Just one pat and then he left. "Come, Mela. We'll get this thing done." Mela just saw without saying Biema.

Mama Biema smiled. Shaking his head slowly saw Biema and Paris.