Companion To Paris
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Tonight Paris is playing a playstation game alone on the couch. The typical voice of the juicer is heard roaring from the direction of the pantry. Apparently Biema was there juicing. There was nothing more than their favorite juice. Avocado juice with abundant chocolate milk. That juicer******* avocado butter is so tasty to smooth.

"Biem, don't you want me to play a game?" haggard Paris with a serious shriveled face stared at the screen. He did not look towards Biema. Because he has to focus on the final fantasy game he is playing.

"Why not learn? It's not your exam tomorrow." Biema reminded while still staring at the juicer and the planting stove next to her. He's making something other than juice.

"Learn. Later. If the game is over," replied Paris seriously. But in Biema's ears, it's clearly a careless answer. The man looked back quickly. Looking at Paris who was putting her childish face in front of the screen, then shook her head. Feeling it's not right.

The sound of water kettles on a black-lighted planting stove sounded. I don't know what else this guy made. He poured hot water on a mug depicting his favorite anime character, Portgas D. Ace.

Simultaneously, the sound of the juicer also stopped. After finishing the drink on the mug, this man poured the juice into a glass that has been laced with sweetened condensed milk chocolate flavor. After that, Biema brought the two different drinks to the front of the sofa. Paris is playing the Playstation.

"Your drink."

"I also make juice?" ask Paris for a glance. He did not want to miss his chosen character's fight.

"No. It's hot chocolate."

"thank you. Put it on the table" said Paris still without looking. He still moves the playstation stick to cause sounds from the device he holds. Biema put the mug on the table.

"You must learn and go to sleep immediately" Biema advises.

"I'm still busy" argued Paris.

"You have to study if you want to graduate, Paris." Biema repeated her sentence. He was scolding Paris like his sister, Sandra. But not with screaming. Biema can't do that.

Then this guy sat down at the end of the sofa. But because this sofa is not too long, only three seats with a length that is not much, Biema is able to touch Paris with her arms.

"I'm going to graduate, really. Sure. I'm lucky often." Paris said it with great confidence.

"Because of luck?" Biema. "So you've never studied?"

"I'm just reading a book at a glance." Paris desegwab with a relaxed.

Biema shook her head. "Don't count on that. Luck does not always come when we want to. So you probably won't graduate school because you're not lucky, Paris."

"Don't pray anything bad to me, dong," protested Paris.

"It is impossible for me to pray for you with unkind expectations, but .. This is just an advice. What if you don't graduate from High School?" Biema is getting serious. But his seriousness is another purpose. It was all because of his 'fasting' alone. Just because of that. It's not purely about education.

"What if I don't graduate?" ask Paris doesn't care. Biema breathed.

"I graduated or didn't graduate, it's not the same thing, Biem." Paris continued his sentence.

"Just how do you mean?" ask Biema astonished. He sipped the juice he held while occasionally looking at Paris and the game that this girl loved.

"Whenever you graduate or not, my future is to remain your wife, right? What if I graduate, I'll change husband? Don't you?" said Paris let the game for a moment because he turned to Biema. His eyes stared warmly at the man.

In the face of Paris like that, Biema was fixated. It was rare for the High School girl in front of him to stare like this. To make Biema bewitched.

"I'll stay here for you. Anyway, I'll stay with you. Serving you wholeheartedly. Wherever you are. That's right, isn't it?" Although Paris said this sentence with a relaxed style, but it seems he really meant it when saying it. Then Paris looked back to the front. Fortunately, the characters in the game did not die. "If I don't even graduate from school, you still want to be like me, right?"

Biema was more stunned to hear the words of Paris. But a moment later, Biema's face instantly turned brighter. Her lips smiled warmly. Then extended a hand, stroking the head of this girl.

"of course. That's absolutely true. Even if you don't graduate, you're still and remain my wife. And it will be forever." Paris thins lips. There was a warm feeling in his heart. He loved it when this man's big hand stroked his head fondly. "But it's better that my wife is the girl who has a high school graduation diploma. That minimum. Isn't that cooler?" biema said while staring at Paris witty.

"Yahhhh ... That's cooler, anyway." Paris was devastated by that swipe. "alright. I'm gonna study. Although I myself do not understand what will be learned. The important thing is that I will read the package book according to the exam schedule," said Paris by pulling both eyebrows up. His hand pressed the off button on the playstation console.

Plok! Biema clapped her own hand. "OKAY. Please take a book. I'm going to go to the room and come back" Biema said.

"returned? Wait." Wait." Paris prevented the man from leaving. Biema stop.

"What's wrong?"

"So you're going to be with me to study?" asked Paris with her eyes narrowed next to her. It seems to disagree with Biema's decision.

"Yes." Yeah." Biema answered casually.

"No. I don't want to. You don't have to accompany me" Paris refused. "Please go to bed." Paris extended her hand towards Biema's own room. Let this man go there.

"I won't sleep if you don't learn." Biema refused firmly.

"Hey, you look like mom, anyway. Exactly exactly." Paris pouts Biema.

"It's not forcing. I love you for learning because I love you. Instead of being alone, I'd better be with you, right?" Biema. Paris who initially looked down a little while grumbling, now looked up to hear this man's sentence.

I love you? Busyets. That sentence makes me hot. Ah, Biema's.

"It has. Think what you are. Take a book to learn." Biema gave the order. Paris silence.

But ... Studying with him is not good. Who knew he was carrying this and that.