Companion To Paris
Favorite movie

Paris is spending time in front of the TV. There is an old Hollywood movie that was once his favorite. A film about cinderella. The poor girl the prince loved. Now the film is being played on a glass screen. This makes him happy.

His serious facial expression while watching tv, invited Biema who appeared from inside the room to nag him. This man deliberately passed in front of the tv to make Paris need to tilt his head to the right and to the left.

At first he thought the man needed to be on the TV table. But because it continues to stand a bit long there_ it went back and forth, Paris felt Biema was wanting to disturb him.

"Hey. Can not really, do not go back and forth in front of the tv?" ask Paris upset. His hand threw the sofa cushion towards the ground. Actually he wanted to throw the pillow towards Biema, but he held it.

"I'm in need at this table." A flat-faced biema that sucks when it says that.

"Not many reasons. Step aside. This is my favorite movie, you know!" Paris flicked his hand to drive Biema away from the television. Biema turned her head to look at the tv in front of her.

"What movie? Looks like it's just a kids' movie," Biema sneered.

"You're old, you won't understand this movie" replied Paris. It was a mockery for Biema from him. Old man. As Paris called it. Although they only quarreled around eight knew. "This is not a children's film. It's a cinderella, but the story's grown." Paris throbs.

"Oh, huh?" Biema showed a face of disbelief.

"Ih, Biema is not understanding told to go." The impatient Paris started to stand up. Closer to Biema who still stands in front of the tv with his leisure. "So it's also been pushed out still standing here. Come on, get out of here. If you do not like to see this movie mending do not disturb deh." Paris pushed the man's back. But apparently Biema insisted on staying there. He still wants to tease Paris. "Why don't you want to go, anyway." Paris grumbled as he hit Biema's arm with a screech.

"I want to see what kind of movie you like."

"Shit up." Paris turned back to her couch. But because his mind was still busy grumbling, his feet tripped the legs of the table until his body fell forward.

"Almost," Biema said, catching the girl with her arm from behind.

"Hc .. hhh .... " There was the breath of Paris gasping. He was shocked that he almost fell and hit the glass table in front of him. His face must not have been saved from the table.

"Nothing, Paris?" tanya Biema was worried. The head of Paris nodded. As his head lowered, his eyeballs were fixated on staring at Biema's arm that was coiled around his waist.

"Emc ... Bieme. It's best to take your hands off quickly" Paris asked without looking back. Paris tried to thin her body by holding her breath. That way his stomach will be thinned. He also tried to straighten his back and hoped that his body would not get too close to Biema's body.

"Why?" biema asked while tilting her head. Trying to stare at Paris from beside this girl's head.

"Don't ask why. You better follow my request" said Paris impatiently. His head was still facing straight ahead.

"My arm?" tanya Biema who knows Paris is feeling uneasy at hugs not in her will.

"Yes. Especially?" Paris widened her eyes furiously as Biema did not immediately release her arm.

"Lookin?" tanya Biema who made Paris half-dead in shock. This man instead of removing his arm, he actually tightened his embrace to make Paris' body slammed into his chest.

Biema glanced at Paris from behind her head. He wanted to know how this girl reacted.

"Let's like this. I want to lean on for a moment." Biema lowered her head in order to lean freely and comfortably. Curved his back to align with Paris's shoulder.

This girl held her breath for a moment, as Biema leaned her head. This man's breath felt in the overflow of his neck. This makes Paris less and less warty. Paris's body froze.

"I really want to hug you" Biema said.

Paris' heart rate is fast. He's pounding.  Either because this guy was leaning his head, or because of the sentence just now. Paris is getting restless. His sense of hearing was able to hear that beat. Tight beats that want to keep on driving. He was afraid Biema could also hear that irregular beat.

"I can hear your heartbeat faster than it was." Damn this guy knew it fast. Biema did not know herself to say that calmly.

Apparently Biema was also listening to the same thing as herself.

"I didn't expect this little shoulder to calm me down." After saying that, Biema opened her eyes and lifted her head from Paris' shoulder. "Thank you for granting my request." Biema removed her arm from Paris' stomach.

"Hhh ..." Paris heaved a sigh of relief that she could escape from that embrace. "It has. Don't bother me anymore. Look ... I've passed the most important part!" paris grumbled while pointing towards the tv screen. Paris' favorite scene_ when the girl meets her heart's adoration first has been completed.

Biema looks at the tv. Then I saw Paris again.

"sorry. What's my punishment for making you miss that scene?" biema asked with a face giving in. Paris jerks. He glanced at Biema quickly.

"What?"

"You can tell me to do something for you."

"Really?" paris is doubtful.

"For you must be real. I'm not lying."

"Emmm ... If I ask to make instant noodles complete with vegetables and eggs you are willing?" challenge Paris.

"It was easy for me."

"OKAY. I want that. Keep on not forgetting the same avocado juice." Paris snapped her fingers glad their deal worked. Paris will not miss this opportunity.

"Ready man," said Biema. Paris sat on the sofa in relief. Biema leaned over to pick up the couch cushion that Paris had thrown off the floor. Then hand it to this girl.

"Thank you" said Paris, receiving a pillow from Biema. His legs were raised up and cross-legged. Then hug the pillow and see her favorite movie. Paris can relax again. Meanwhile Biema headed for the pantry making noodles for Paris. "Don't forget, when making juice, chocolate milk is a lot!" yelled Paris gave instructions. Both fingers Biema curved to form the word okay. Paris smiled with satisfaction.

While watching the movie, Paris blinked her eyes remembering the hug. There was a little fun at the time. Biema's embrace felt firm but gentle. Although Biema's body was tall and large, the man still had gentle and careful treatment.

"I want to hug you." The Biema sentence was written. It seems like only Biema feels that way. I myself have never wanted to embrace her. Yes ... maybe not yet, not not wanted.