Companion To Paris
Snuggle

Just then a familiar car appeared not far from where Sandra was standing. Actually Sandra knows whose car it is, but the question is .. Why is Paris now with her brother this morning? Didn't Paris tell him about the new shuttle policy.

"It looks like it's Sandra." Biema pointed with her chin when she saw her sister's whereabouts. Paris was silent while bending her lips. "Paris .. are you still angry?" biema asked as she approached Paris. Carefully examine his wife's face.

"No." Paris' eyeballs looked at Biema sharply. "I'm not angry. I'm just pissed. I'm upset" said Paris, filled with pressure. The look on his face was filled with deep regret.

"I'm sorry, yes ..," Biema said as she clasped Paris' fingers. Actually Paris was happy Biema was holding her hand. But if he remembered the incident this morning, he was not happy. The lips of this girl growled in annoyance.

"It has. I want school." Paris threw Biema's hand. Then open the car door.

"OKAY. I'll pick you up, yeah." Paris got out of the car with the gazes of the school residents fixed on her. But because Paris was lashing out to Biema, she was unconscious. The focus is on Sandra. Sandra's hand waved towards her passing brother. Paris is throwing its face.

"Hey ... Why is it that his face is tangled in the morning?" ask Sandra.

"That's okay" replied Paris briefly.

"Why does Biema now know you again?" Paris shrugged his shoulders. "Don't he disappear like he swallowed the earth?"

"Of course." Paris is still reluctant to answer Sandra's questions about her sister. They stepped into the school gate.

"wait. What's your neck? How to fit that plaster." Sandra scanned the neck of her sister-in-law.

"This? Notwithstanding. No why-why. Pimples." Paris immediately held onto her neck which was plastered quickly. A little bit of frustration. Now it looks nervous.

"Oh ... Girls yeah. Small pimples a scene. Confused who want to cover up, but your tumben care the same acne and use cover-up so." It's not a Parisian habit to care too much about imagery. Even if the acne is big, he let the acne show off his strength to control the skin. But luckily, this girl does not break out too often. Only occasionally.

"Yes." Yeah." Paris was restless in her questioning.

"Eh, is that really acne? Like not. It looks like a wound. That's red." Sandra's still talking. Besides, why does Sandra know it's a wound. "The tape opens a little."

"Huh?" Paris surprised. Her hands were about to cover her neck, but Sandra had already held her down first.

"Better change the plaster. I have."

"Don't!" yell Paris hysterically.

"This is what, Paris? Something similar ..." Sandra is researching. "Wait, this ..." Sandra's eyeballs glanced towards Paris. Paris' lips growled with an annoyed expression again. "You guys kissing?" sandra asked slowly and slowly. This time Paris grumbled. "Wow .." said Sandra smiling.

Paris awakens to hear a digital clock on the nightstand. Although there is already an alarm feature on the phone, this man likes the clock apparently. Paris was about to stop the noise but could not. His body is still in Biema's arms. By forcing herself, Paris pushed Biema's body. After much effort, Biema's embrace slipped off as well.

The tech!

The noise from the clock stopped. Paris stretches while sitting with her legs dangling down. Body's a little sore. But they did nothing. Just kissing. After that Paris stood up and went out of the room. Take a slow step to the bathroom.

"Huh? Byeemmmmaaaa!!" yell Paris hysterically. Then move back to the room. "Biema, wake!" yelled Paris annoyed. But this man did not wake up. Paris shook Biema's body. Apparently this action is more powerful. The man squirmed. Seeing Paris standing next to the bed with narrowed eyes.

Instead of waking up, Biema pulled Paris' hand. Paris eyeballs buy. Especially when his body fell into the arms of this man. Biema hugged Paris tightly.

Although Paris is happy Biema hugs him, but this is not the time to be embraced. There is something to ask Biema. "I'm not asking for a hug. I need you to wake up, Biem."

"Mmc ... Hugging you while sleeping, very calming." Biema said with her eyes still closed. "I want to hug again."

Hearing this threat, Biema opened her eyes slowly. Then blinked repeatedly to clear his eyes. Only now could he see Paris looking straight at him.

"What's wrong?" Still hugging Biema asked.

"Why are you doing this?" ask Paris.

"Do what?" biema asked confusedly.

"Let go of me first" said Paris hard to move. Biema. "It." Paris pointed at his neck. Biema squinting eyebrows. The head of Paris turned to the side for Biema to see clearly. Trying to figure out Paris' neck. He found traces of redness there. Bite marks.

"I did it?"

"Who else?" ask Paris upset. "You shouldn't have done that. Look ... it imprints there. If I go to school with those bite marks over there, the whole school will know I'm kissed, Biem. That's very, very embarrassing."

"Well that's a kiss from me, your husband?"

"Biema ..." hiss Paris was angry.

"Yes. Sorry." Biema chose to admit her mistake at last. Hugged her girl again. "I'm too excited. Sorry, yes ..."

"Then how do I get to school?" Paris whines in Biema's arms.

Biema took off her embrace and looked at the wound again. "It's like this maybe 3 days are gone" Biema said, touching the reddish trail.

"I don't need your diagnosis. I need a solution. Solution, Biem." Paris sprawl. Biema smile.

"Yes. Don't go to school until it's gone. I'll call to school."

"So that's your solution? I can think so too." Paris was annoyed while hitting Biema's naked chest irritated.

"That's the best way, isn't it?

"I don't want to skip, Biem. Immediately the test. I have to go to school."

"Deedies?" asked Biema who seemed so interested in the word.

"Yes." Yeah." Biema's brain immediately thinks fast.

"Then you can't skip. Must go to school. Immediately exams." Biema excited. But for another reason. If Paris finishes the exam, doesn't that mean it's getting closer to graduation and the 'time' that comes later. "Go take a shower, have breakfast. I'd think. Remember, let me think." Paris got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. He has not stopped being upset. Paris was still upset, but she did have to take a shower and have breakfast. We'll be going to school soon.

It turned out that Biema's solution was simply to cover the wound with plaster.

"Nahh .. This is invisible." Biema saw the results of his creation with pleasure. Paris looked in the mirror. It was invisible, but the brown plaster was so prominent on his neck.

"I don't like it." Paris makes a sour face.

"I know."