Companion To Paris
Exams

Biema pulled Paris' body until it slammed into her. Replacing this girl's position to be above her body. Biema's hand shackled the girl's body.

"Biema!" paris was shocked.

"What?" biema asked quietly without taking her eyes off Paris. He was not so affected by this girl's screeching.

"Please. I want to stand up" said Paris as he moved to try to escape.

"Shut up a minute."

"You didn't say I had to learn."

"Yes." Yeah."

"What is this?" ask Paris ketus.

"My money is with you." Paris looked up lazily. This man could always find the reason behind his actions.

"I'm not asking. So don't ask for wages" Paris asserted, widening his eyes. Biema raised her head. Forced to kiss Paris' lips. Because of her body in the shackles of Biema's arms, this girl was unable to move. The kiss landed perfectly.

"Biem ..," whine Paris. This time the voice of Paris did not rise as before. His tone sounded softer. The kiss worked.

"What?"

"Stop this way. Release me. I'm testing tomorrow. You said I was told to finish the exam quickly."

"Yes, I want that. Very." Very."

"Then it took me away from that."

"I'm off too, you can't possibly learn." Paris' eyeballs glanced to the side. The accusation is true.

"Yes, indeed" Paris admitted.

"So it's better this way. May the luck you say, keep following you." Paris chuckles.

"At least I'm not in this position. You are also tired. Your back will hurt for a long time. And then, your head hit too. Must have hurt kann ..." Paris touched Biema's head and stroked her again.

"No. I'm nothing" Biema said warmly. Paris finally rested his head on this man's chest. Biema stroked the head and back of this girl. Paris did not continue to study. They're hugging back like last night. "Start warm."

"of course. Weren't we stuck to glue."

"less. Still less. This heat will disappear," Biema said suddenly hoarse. It seemed like he really wanted to take off his stature immediately. Even though he is married now, but it is not completely. Paris still can't be touched.

A good day to start the day. Biema is very excited because it's time for her girl to take the national exam. It means the time is getting closer to freedom. Freedom to touch his little wife, Paris.

Paris who came out of the bathroom was surprised by the dining table that was so crowded and full. Biema who is good at cooking, choose to make Paris a variety of menus.

"Wow ... What is this celebration?" asked Paris with sparkling eyes looking towards the dining table. The head of Paris looked at Biema.

"none. Just wanted to make a nice breakfast. My support for my wife who's taking the national exam." Biema tried not to overdo it when she said it. But it made him look so enthusiastic about Paris' departure to school this morning.

"Yes, Fikar." Biema smiled at Paris while pointing at her phone. Ask permission to receive a call. Paris nodded. Then the man stepped away from the dining table. She smiled happily to see that breakfast this morning looked special. It was like a big dinner. Biema entered the room and closed the door. "You got anything?"

"Yes." Yeah." Then Fikar explained briefly the information he got. Biema nodded her head in a sign that she was satisfied.

"good. I can make that a grip. I can be relieved now."

"Then, did you also get what you were looking for?" ask Fikar back across the street.

"Of course." Biema smile. "OK Fikar. We'll talk about it at the office later. I have to accompany my wife to a meal and take her to school." Biema closed the conversation with a satisfied smile on her lips. Looks like he got a lot of good stuff this morning. Biema returned to eating.

"Speak what? It seems important." Paris who scooped the rice turned to Biema who had just appeared.

"About work." Biema pulls out a dining chair in front of Paris.

"Not Mela?" ask Paris blatantly. Highlight Paris' eyes firmly. Biema.

"No. He couldn't have messed with me."

"Good." Paris was satisfied.

"There are no more things like that, Paris. I guarantee you."

"really. There shouldn't be." Biema smiled as she pinched Paris cheek.

"Attent. I want to see a red mark on your neck." Biema touched Paris's chin and forced the girl to look the other way, in order to reveal a red mark on her neck. "The color has faded. We'll just buy a new plaster on the way."

"Yes. I don't want to get upset just because of a plaster."

Paris took the exam as per the rules in the school. Sit on the bench alone. No longer with Sandra. With one supervising teacher going around watching them all. Sandra was sitting on the back bench. In accordance with the order of no absence. He seems to be seriously working on the matter right now.

Although some of his friends are busy trying to see the left right looking for answers, Paris looks calm on his desk. She's not a smart or stupid girl, but she's always working on exams without looking right to left. Despite not knowing the answer to the question, he remained seated in his place without much other activity he did except to do the exam.

Paris is done with multiple choice. For a person with little learning ability like Paris, the multiple choice is a matter of great joy. Because the answer lives in the cross which is considered right. So only by thinking, those who do not learn will still be able to answer.

The silence in the classroom during the test, is inversely proportional to the excitement outside. Their rest was thrown with a photo of Paris in front of the hotel. Continued with photos of lunch at the hotel restaurant. All came back shocked and increasingly looked towards Paris with a look of disdain. Paris chose not to care about all the insults behind their smiles. Sandra who was not calm, now chooses not to care either.

They both walked to the cafeteria.

"You're out of the hotel with Biema's sister?" sandra asked after seeing the photo.

"Yes," said Paris flat. But Sandra's reaction was different. This girl looks at Paris from top to bottom. And then smile meaningfully. Paris knows what it is. "Hey, I don't do anything ... I just eat. Maikeln ..." Paris said it with annoyance. He wanted to explain in detail but lost to Sandra's suspicious smile.

Sandra's smile grew. "Silent. I-i understand. That's nothing, really. It's just, be careful. Tell Biema to be careful. His wife is still in school" whispered Sandra with the intention of flirting with her sister-in-law.

"Ih." Paris grumbled in annoyance.