Companion To Paris
Come in

"Share to my husband." So said Biema when successfully plundering avocado juice in the boot by Paris. This girl thinned her lips hearing that. But he was not angry at Biema for drinking avocado juice. Paris knew that they were both avid avocado juice fans.

Paris began to like the name husband and wife. It feels good in the ears. He looked at Biema who was still sipping her avocado juice. Look at this man by saying,

A soul mate no one knows. Apparently he was my husband. Biema. The man I originally only knew as the older brother of my best friend.

The dinner that Paris asked for was instant noodles, but Biema actually cooked fried rice with fat shrimp on it. Of course make Paris happy. They both ate with a carefree heart. The dinner was also more fun.

"Tomorrow you won't let me go to school, right?" ask Paris to make sure. She's like trauma not being picked up by Biema. The food is empty. So he's free to talk.

"Yes. Sure."

"Good."

"Why?"

"I don't want to be among Fikar anymore. I just want to be dropped by you."

"Yes. Take it easy," Biema said.

"Well, after drinking, I'm going to bed. I'm already sleepy." Paris stood up to the refrigerator behind Biema.

"Yes. It's time for bed." This man also stood up. After finishing taking a sip of ice water, Paris intended to head to her room to sleep.

"Where are you going?" ask Biema.

"Of course to the room. I'm going to sleep" said Paris.

"Lake in."

"Within? Yep. I'm going to go into the room."

"That's not what I mean."

"What do you mean?" ask Paris for wonder. Where do you go in and what does that mean? Paris was confused by this man's ambiguous word.

"Come in." Again. Biema said the same word, but added with the affix behind her.

"What?" Paris spread both palms. Followed by facial expression upset because Biema spoke unclear.

"Come in my room."

"Say that, it takes a few minutes to clear." Paris finally got an answer. "Wait." Paris is feeling awkward. He then digested back Biema's orders just now. "You said ... get into your room?" asked Paris in half-dead shock.

"Yes." Yeah." But Biema's response was flat and upsetting.

"What does that mean, Biem?"

"That means we'll sleep there. In my room." Paris shook her head strongly. She refused to sleep in one room with Biema.

"We'd better sleep apart for a while."

"You're refusing?"

"It's not about resisting or not, Biem."

"Then about what?"

"Emmm ..."

"I'll pounce on you?" Biema knows what Paris thinks. This girl's hand scratched the back of her head which was not itchy. Biema is aware it's one that Paris considers to disagree their one-room.

"That's ..." Paris hesitated to say yes. If I'm honest, Paris wants to sleep in one room with Biema. Occasional. But that's not possible.

"Are you afraid I'm the one you're going to attack?" guess Biema with an annoying calm face. Because Biema knows Paris once hugged her in her sleep. When they stayed at Biema's house.

"OKAY. Agree. So no one's afraid."

"What do you mean by agreeing with Biem? I said no. Not to," Paris. "Nobody can guarantee you're not attacking me anyway."

"Is there a problem if I'm going to attack you?"

Paris snorting. "You are this ..." This girl is so upset.

"Tonight. Enough tonight. Sleeping in my room" pinta Biema with a hopeful face. Paris nodded and nodded. Avoiding the rush of Biema's eyes that so want to invite herself to sleep in her room. "I beg you," Biema's pinta made Paris growl.

Goddamnit!

"OKAY. I'll sleep there, but watch if you mess with me."

"promises. I know you're still in school. So ..."

"Don't say much. I'll get my pillow first and ... Akk!" suddenly Paris screams.

"No need," Biema said as she pulled Paris' hand that twisted her body to head to the room to pick up a pillow. "Just go to my room. I have a lot of pillows inside" Biema said in a hurry. Paris grimaced misgivings and was forced to follow Biema's steps.

Paris' chest thumped as Biema's hand held the door handle. Then his heart skipped a beat as the contents in Biema's room began to show. Even when Biema closed the door of the room tightly. Paris tiptoeing. Jedug-jedug the sound of the beat is getting clearer.

He's in this guy's room. Firwst time. This makes him alert.

"Don't just stay here, come ...," Biema asked by pulling Paris's hand. Lips Paris dry. His tongue poked out with the intention of wetting his lips. She's nervous. Sure. Biema leads Paris to her bed. Paris is still silent. Like a robot, he just follows Biema's instructions. "Sit down." Paris sits.

Biema moved away from Paris and approached the hanger. The man carelessly opened his shirt.

"W-what are you doing?" ask Paris beware.

"Please the shirt."

"I know you took off the shirt. Because I can see it, but why did you open the shirt."

"I'm going to sleep."

"Why do you want to sleep, but open the shirt first."

"It's my custom, Paris. I'm used to sleeping without a t-shirt and without ..."

"Stop! Stop that!" paris shouted in panic and threw his face the other way. Biema said it by holding her shorts. It's like those pants are gonna come down off his ass. "I don't want to know you're sleeping without your pants, Biem, too" Paris said in a panic.

"Pantsy?" biema asked.

"Yes. Stop your hands taking those pants down!" hold Paris while looking the other way. She did not want to see Biema open her shorts and show her power.

"I'm not gonna put my pants down, Paris. I sleep with my pants on, but not with my shirt. Or... Do you really want me to sleep naked? No shirts and no pants. Can."

"What did you say, huh?" paris asked in anger while taking her eyeballs to look at Biema. This man chuckles softly. Apparently he was deliberately teasing this girl. "You pranking me," hissed Paris. Biema's smile grew wider. After putting the shirt on the hanger, Biema approached Paris. Hugged the girl's body suddenly. Paris was shocked.

"Yes, but you looked at me after hearing me naked. Your body doesn't pretend to be." Paris flushed on her face and neck. Close your eyes for a moment. Shame, because his body and lips did not make promises just yet. Until Biema finds the wild side of Paris.

"Shush."

"Don't get mad. I'm just kidding."

"Your glare is not funny" said Paris annoyed.

"Indeed it's not funny, because actually I do want to be naked in front of you." Biema's inner voice screeched.

Paris's eyebrows are shrinking. "You said something?" ask Paris weirdly. She knew Biema was silent, but her ears heard this man speak. Paris scrunched his forehead. He was sure there was a voice of people talking just now.