Companion To Paris
Uneyed

"Sorry Paris. The doctor said Biema's condition had improved because she could breathe normally." Arga was confused by Paris' insistence.

"He didn't open his eyes at all. Can that be called normal? The doctor should be more thorough when examining it. If indeed he has not healed, try to heal dong. Don't tell me it's cured, but ..."

"Ma .. ris." A voice cuts through the sentence Paris. Until this girl looked back quickly. A hand was blocking his hand weakly. Biema's voice was also heard still weak and soft.

"Relance ... Biema." Paris immediately touched Biema's hand which forced her to block her arm to show that she was conscious. Arga and Asha came closer. "You're okay? Can you breathe?You're okay aren't you?" Paris asked questions.

"Paris .. he just realized. Calm yourself." Arga.

"I can't calm down, brother. Can't do. How can I calm down, if Biema's like this because of me." Paris said it emotionally.

"navy ... I'm okay," Biema said. Asha and Arga see Biema trying to calm Paris down. This time Paris tried to throw tightness in the chest earlier. Take a deep breath. Then blow slowly. Paris tried to calm herself.

"Better, we wait outside" Asha whispered to her husband.

"alright. Biema's also been rumored." Asha nodded in response to her husband agreeing with her invitation. "We sit outside. You can call us if you need to." Arga patted his sister's shoulder slowly.

"Paris stay calm. We are still accompanying outside. Don't worry." Asha followed her husband. The husband and wife walked to the door and out of the room.

Paris remained silent as she began to sit on the bedside chair. She's feeling depressed.

"Why not tell me you can't eat fish?" ask Paris.

"I just want to follow your favorite," said Biema still shrivelled.

"Stupid. You almost made me a killer, you know." Paris wiped her tears.

"You crying?" asked Biema who noticed the tears just now. Paris shakes.

"It's just dust. There's a lot of dust in this hospital." Paris gave a false excuse. Biema smile. Then his eyes closed. "Biem ...," said Paris, who saw Biema's eyelids close again. Paris' hands tried to move this man's body, but Biema did not react. "Biem ... Open your eyes. I'm still talking." But this man did not open his eyes. "Doctor! Doctor!" yell Paris hysterically. Asha and Arga went into the room due to the cry of their sister.

"What's up, Paris?" ask Arga to panic.

"Biema. She ..." Paris stood up in panic and pointed towards Biema who was lying on the bed.

"navy ... Don't be noisy" Biema said surprisingly. Everyone turned to this man quickly.

"Biema! So you're pretending? Goddamnit!" maki Parisand. Arga and Asha, who were shocked by Paris' screams, were now confused by the two of them.

"I'm sleepy, Paris. Let me rest" Biema said weakly. But his ignorance reached the bones of Paris. Make Paris straight away from the lip of the bed.

"Bcr ... Whatever. I don't give a shit. You old man's a bully." Paris grumbling.

"What are they doing, anyway?" asked Arga who was standing gawking at the sight of the two of them.

"They were joking in their own way." Asha.

"Handid, yes ... Biema likes to joke too. If you look at the guy, he seems a bit stiff. I can't joke." Arga commented.

"Maybe Biema is so only with Paris. Paris is his wife." Arga nodded in agreement with Asha's opinion. Biema closed her eyes. While Paris was still pursing her lips in annoyance on the corner sofa.

"You can go home with Asha. Sleeping at the mother's house. Let me keep Biema here." Arga made an offer for his sister. Paris glanced at Biema who was sleeping.

"No. Let me take care of him." Paris took the initiative to look after this man. If usually he will choose to go home, but this time there are things that are reluctant to leave him. It's like a responsibility.

"It's okay. There's no way I'm going home while she's lying here." Paris moved her chin pointing towards Biema's body.

"All right then." Arga followed his will.

"What do you need? We'll go home and bring you what you need" Asha bargained. "Maybe a blanket or something ..."

"no need. I've brought a jacket. I can cover myself with that."

"You sure?" Asha's worried.

"Yes. I can hang on to that." Paris nodded firmly. Convince her two brothers that she is fine even though she is only armed with a jacket.

After her two sisters left, Paris approached the edge of the bed. He put his head on the bed with his arm. Looked at Biema's sleeping face.

"We're both weird, yeah ... We are made by force. I hate you for agreeing to the match, but now . I sit beside you with you at my own will. You're being nice to me too." Paris touches Biema's temple surface. Slowly walk there. "This is a high spike in my life. From schoolgirls, then to the wife of a handsome old man like you. Who are you? Someone I just knew and wanted to marry. Your level of piety is as high as a mountain." Paris plays her fingers on the surface of Biema's skin. Then he fell asleep.

Biema opened her eyes. He's not sleeping. Just pretending to sleep. He did that because he suddenly wanted to hug Paris.

After a two-day hospital break. Biena was allowed to go home. Fikar accidentally picked up by the office car. Biema's own car has been returned.

"Good morning, sir." Fikar's greeting sounded in a formal style.

"For Fikar." Paris said Fikar.

"Morning," said Biema flat.

"Now go home to the big lady's house, what's your apartment, Biem?" ask Fikar.

"To my apartment."

"alright. We're going home." With her steps still slow, Biema walked out of the treatment room. "I help the way, Biem ..," said Fikar to be kind to help his boss.

But Biema immediately brushed off Fikar's hand. "No." Fikar blinked looking at his hand on Biema's ledge. Though the man's steps are still not perfect right.

"It's okay. I used to pick up sick people." Fikar again tried to help Biema down the road.

"No," refused Biema. This time with a stifled growl. Moreover, the look in Biema's eyes looked at him sharply.

"You really don't want to be helped? Your body is a bit shady." Fikar's worried. But Biema actually offers a hostile face. Paris looked at the two with a face of displeasure. Though Fikar was willing to help, but why did Biema continue to reject him?

"Let me, Fik. I'll use Biema for the road." Paris took the initiative because he felt that if not immediately in the middle, they would still be long at home. Biema is soon bright-faced.

Fikar thinning lips. The guy just wants to touch Paris. His goal was Paris to help him get his body. That way they're getting closer. Where Biema's arms began to circle around Paris' hips. Biema wants to embrace Paris.

If Biema hugs him right away, maybe Paris will grumble. But because Biema's body condition is still weak, the hug is not too obvious. Biema did it intentionally.

Basic Biema ..., Fikar's lips in the heart.