Companion To Paris
Tent shop

Paris throes hearing Biema's response. But then he gave the man directions to his favorite seafood meal.

Warung tent. As called. A shop created from a tent. But the place is quite wide if only called a stall. Stand in line with other tent stalls that have an assortment menu. It is located in front of a state-owned bank.

Biema parked her car with a parking attendant there. After that he followed the steps of Paris who was so carefree. The girl was so excited to get off the car first. Biema was very sure this girl was so fond of seafood.

Since it was already late afternoon, the lights looked very good along the city park. Biema just found out about this place now. What a nice view. The choice of Paris is considered not arbitrary.

"Hmmm ...." Paris breathed in her favorite burning scent. In front of him there are fish with brownish and almost charred color. It fits his taste very well. Biema smiled seeing Paris in excitement. "You like grilled fish too?" asked Paris when she saw Biema also ordered the same menu.

"That's how it is" Biema replied. Paris shrugged his shoulders.

"I'd better eat soon. Looks like my saliva will drip if it doesn't eat right away."

"Then eat up." Biema invites Paris to eat fish. This was not wasted by Paris. By eating without using a spoon, Paris looked so greedy. This girl is really hungry. Biema is happy to see Paris does not care about the image to always perform well in front of him. Either because it was convenient or because he didn't care.

"Come on. You eat too, Biem. Why just shut up?" Paris who saw Biema just looked at him, forcing this man to immediately eat a delicious meal in front of him. Biema. "You don't want to eat because it's not a fancy restaurant, is it Biem?" ask Paris again.

"No. It doesn't matter to me to eat anywhere. Especially eat with you," Biema said. Paris pulled the corner of her lips. Then he struggled again with his food.

Meanwhile Biema stared at the grilled fish on her plate. Stare for a while, then touch the grilled fish with his fingertips. He swallowed. Take a deep breath, then take a few pieces of that grilled fish. Chew slowly and swallow it quickly.

But suddenly Biema's body lay weakly helpless on the ground. Paris nodded, screaming hysterically. "Biema!!"

Arga's phone on the nightstand vibrates. Arga who was busy with his wife could not hear the loud ringing of the phone. Tonight Arash is traveling with his messenger. So Arga and Asha are alone. Both of this time is used by Arga to touch his wife.

"It looks like your phone is ringing, baby ...," said Asha, who is being peppered by Arga.

"Mmm?" Of course Arga did not heed what his wife said. He was too overwhelmed by his game. Asha finally lost. This woman chose to ignore the ringing sound of the cell phone. But Arga's phone just kept ringing tirelessly. Screaming and screaming loudly asking for a response from these two people.

"Jinan ... Stop over. Your phone's ringing. Maybe it's important." Asha was forced to stop her husband from standing over her body. He felt the phone this time was important. Because if not, the caller will get tired and give up calling Arga's phone.

"Hhh ... I ended up being outdone by the annoying ringing of the phone," grumbled Arga.

"That's it. Come on, look quickly. Who called you that. I can wait. But maybe the person who called you didn't" Asha said. With a grumble, Arga approached the nightstand. Still naked of course. Parisian. His sister's name appeared on the screen.

"Paris ...," hissed Arga who immediately grabbed the phone. "Hello, Paris."

"Sir Arga ... Help me ...," said Paris across with a hoarse voice.

"Yes, Paris. What's up?" ask Arga directly standby mode. Asha also tensed up to see Arga with a serious face.

"Biema ... Biema ..."

Arga and Asha rush to a hospital called Paris. Since they were not preoccupied by the baby Arash, the two of them arrived quite quickly at the Paris waiting place.

"Paris," said Arga, who saw her sister sitting alone.

"You're okay? What about Biema now?" asked Arga while looking into the room. Paris shakes. "You don't know?"

"I ... I dare not see it. I'm afraid, brother," said Paris.

"You better get inside, baby. Let Paris be with me first" Asha said, touching her husband's arm.

"I saw Biema first. Calm yourself down here with Asha" said Arga. Paris nodded. After saying so, Arga went into the treatment room. Inside there is still a doctor who has just finished handling Biema. "How is he doing, doc?" ask Arga.

"You're his family?"

"Yes. I'm his brother."

"The condition is starting to improve. The patient can breathe normally."

"What exactly is it. Why did he faint?" asked Arga who told Paris at the beginning that Biema suddenly fainted.

"This patient has a severe seafood allergy. So when touching seafood and even eating it, patients experience anaphylactic shock. In severe allergy sufferers, this can cause death if not treated immediately. I gave him an injection of epinephrine. So the patient can be saved immediately."

(Anaphylaxis is a severe immune system reaction that occurs suddenly after the body is exposed to an allergen or allergy trigger)

"So now my brother is okay?" ask Arga again.

"Yes. The patient is awake. His breathing was normal as well."

"Thank God." Arga breathing relieved. "We can now see the patient's condition?"

"Please." Arga out of the room. Asha and Paris immediately turned their heads as the sound of the door of the room opening was heard.

"How, honey?" asked Asha who was holding her sister-in-law's arm.

"The biema can be turned away."

"Certainness ... what state of Biema, Brother?" ask Paris with a very thick tone of anxiety. Also a stumbling sentence.

"Doctor said Biema's condition is normal."

"really?" tanya Paris is happy. Arga nodded. Then they took the two into the treatment room. The doctor and some nurses were planning to leave.

"Thank you doctor" Asha said, bowing. As As Asha and Arga escorted doctors and nurses out, Paris looked at Biema's weak body lying on the hospital bed. His feet are slowly walking. Approaching and approaching the bed.

"Biem ..," said Paris when he was close to the man's body. "Biem ...," call Paris again. I hope this guy opens his eyes now. Paris's eyes began to ponder seeing the man did not open his eyes. Asha and Arga look at Paris.

"Why hasn't Biema woken up yet, baby?" whispered Asha anxiously as she hugged her husband's arm.

"I don't know. The doctor said it was normal" said Arga still whispering.

"Mr ..." Paris kept calling this man's name, but the eyelids would not open. "Sir Arga ... " Paris turned his head to Arga. "Why didn't Biema open her eyes? Brother said it was normal, but what is this? Why is he still unconscious?" tanya Paris wanted to cry and get angry.