Companion To Paris
Mom's message

Paris exited the examination room first because he managed to finish the exam quickly. That's not number one. Only fifteen people can solve the problem first than others. For some reason, this afternoon Sandra has not finished working on the matter quickly like before.

Paris's cell phone rings. It was Biema. Paris' feet stepped up while receiving a call from the man.

"Are you ahead?" ask Paris intends to go ahead soon.

"No. I'm still in the office."

"So you haven't left to pick me up yet, have you?" search Paris.

"Sorry Paris. Me and Fikar can't pick you up this afternoon." Paris pulled back its already advanced pace. He's stopped. Puffing his feet wanted to immediately head outside the gate.

"Oh, so." Sounds disappointed.

"Don't be disappointed, Paris. I'm sorry." Biema realized that. He feels guilty. "We have a lot of work now. So you better come with Sandra to go home to mom," Biema said. Paris did not immediately agree. He was silent because he was still thinking.

"I'm not forcing you. Just giving advice. If you want to go back to the apartment, go home. If you want to go to the mother's house, just go there. Ask your house driver to help you." Biema immediately gave Paris an explanation. She was afraid Paris felt forced to visit her parents.

"I'll come with Sandra home." Paris mentioned her choice.

"So you're going to my mom's house?" tanya Biema enthusiastically. It seems this man was so happy when Paris chose to spend his afternoon at his family home.

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm happy." Biema smile. Which man is unhappy when his wife visits his parents. It means that his wife loves her parents too. "I promise I won't be late to pick you up. All right there, yeah Paris. Though not used to it, try to hold on." Despite his excitement, he still tries to understand the situation of Paris who is still an amateur in his new family.

"Yes. I-i know. Relax ..." Paris tried to convince Biema.

"OKAY. I'll see you later in the afternoon. Mduach." After Biema shut her phone, Paris was stunned in front of the classroom window.

"Hey, what is it? Mduach?" ask Paris not to believe it. Smile them. "Basic Biema. The longer the adorable." Paris is alone. He was excited to hear the sudden kiss of the man who was his companion.

"Hey." Someone was patting his shoulder. Paris' body was shocked. Then looking.

"Oh, Sandra."

"Why giggle yourself? Something fun, yes ... "

"That's ..." Paris kept it a secret. Sandra throbbing.

"Why is it still here?" scold his sister-in-law.

"I want to come with you to your mother's house now."

"Tumbent." Sandra's forehead frowned.

"Yes. Biema is in trouble. Fikar. So I want to come with you home. Because I am lazy to go home to the apartment. Later home from work Biema who picked up.

"Assyic tuh. Mama must be so happy you came home. We can talk all over." Sandra happy. Paris gave a thumbs up. "Let's go ahead." They both walked out of the building. Because Sandra's family home car hasn't shown up yet. They chose to buy snacks in the mini market opposite the school building.

After buying some snacks, they sit in chairs that have been provided by the minimarket.

"It's okay to keep the same Mr. Biema, yes Paris ..," Sandra said.

"Why are you suddenly saying that? What's up ...." Paris moved her chin to Sandra.

"No. When I see you getting closer, I'm more happy. Blissfully. You can finally love Biema. When you guys got married without me knowing, I was surprised. Afraid to meet you. Because I know you don't love my brother. So afraid you're mad at that."

"I was angry with you when you found out" sizzled Paris.

"If now your relationship is getting closer, that's happy news. Especially mom. Mama was so happy when I told her about you two. Mama until the message, 'say the same Paris, quickly get momongan yes, I see ... I forgot to tell you," Sandra said casually. He doesn't know what it's going to do for Paris.

"Uhuk! Uhuk!" Sandra was shocked to see Paris. He immediately picked up a water bottle and poured it. Gluey! Gluey! Paris sipped water quickly. A little sore in the throat, but it won't take long.

"Why did mom say that? You must be saying this weird thing," accuse Paris of pointing at Sandra with a chocolate-flavored sandwich she was holding furiously.

"No. I'm just saying, 'Ma, on Paris's neck is a reddish mark. They're kissing now" Sandra said plainly.

Paris snorting.

"Hey! Why are you saying that to Mama, huh?! Don't be weird." Paris is hysterical.

"I'm not weird. I'll say that according to Paris."

"Use filter dong. I'm ashamed to know ..." Paris gaunty.

Sandra chuckles. "Why ... Mama would understand. My mom has a big son."

"Ih .. You are." Paris sprawl. Sandra.

Still ringing in the head of Paris about the message that was entrusted. How shame he would have if he met Mama Biema.

Quickly get momongan? Busyets.

The emergence of mama Biema who greeted him in the middle room, raised an indicator of shame in Paris.

"Here, I'll take the bag upstairs. Paris had a conversation with mom" said Sandra, removing the backpack from the girl's back. Paris followed the will of her sister-in-law.

"How are you two?" mama asked, taking Paris to the sofa. He and Biema.

"Good, Ma."

"It must be very good, yes ..." Mama Biema's smile made this girl awkward. Especially when Paris found his eyeballs glanced towards the plaster that was neatly attached to his neck. This girl is getting clumsy at once embarrassed. Because after looking at the plaster around her neck, Mama Biema smiled meaningfully. Mama-in-law must be thinking about that red trail thing.

Watch out for you Sandraaa ...

"Biema hasn't seen you yet, Mela, have you?" ask him outside of suspicion.

"still. Still see you."

"Still see?" ask him surprised. His face began to get serious.

"Yes. Collaboration with Biema's sister company, Ma. They are rare. Just, yeah .. I see you sometimes." Paris explained it.

"But Biema isn't what it is, is it?" ask the in-laws is confusing. Parisian eyebrows blend.

"meaning, Ma? What about you, Ma?" ask Paris ribet. She's confused.

Mama Biema chuckled. "Holy mom's daughter-in-law. No ... It's possible to meet Mela and she keeps changing, so. Mama's worried."

Paris understood what her in-laws meant. The woman who had given birth to Biema knew about her son's heart that had been tethered to Mela and wanted to marry her.

"No, Ma. Biema doesn't care about Mela anymore."

"Thank God. It seems Biema has indeed focused on you alone this ...." Paris smiled stiffly at her in-laws' ledekin. "The old biema didn't call my mom, suddenly the phone was. Then I told her that mom had to get ready. Confused what event. Turns out .. his wife wants to visit here." Mama-in-law chuckled. "He also said .. titip Paris, yes Ma. Not in anything. Mama's a cannibal, whatever you want. Basic Biema. I'm worried about you." Mama spirit storytelling.