Companion To Paris
Strawberry

"Is there any good news?" tanya Fikar saw a smile on Biema's lips. "It seems like all the work will be done soon because your energy is so full today." Although today work piled up, Biemai still smiled happily.

"Many," Biema said still with a smile on her lips. It started last night. Until the last second of communicating with Paris, everything is always happy.

"Wahh .. good that. I'm sure this must be about your little wife," guess Fikar's right. Because at this time no one is happy Biema other than his wife.

"Yes. Parisian. She's getting adorable." Biema unconsciously said it with sparkling eyeballs. His face was as happy as a boy.

"I'm glad to hear your relationship is getting closer." Fikar was honest when he said it.

"thank you. Oh, yeah about that. You finally found it." Fikar who lowered his head towards the document in his hand, looked up. Looked at Biema for a few seconds.

"Yes. According to your estimation." Fikar smile. Biema is smiling. "All settled. Just see what happens later. If it's urgent, you can use it."

"Good Fikar. But if I can, I don't have to use it." Biema breathed.

Sandra picks up Paris who is chatting with her mother downstairs. Ask him to change his uniform first with his clothes. Then I went back to my mom.

"Where's mama?" sandra asked confusedly. At that moment the maid passed by. "Which mom, Bik?"

"It's in the back."

"thank you. Let's go back to the room. We'll have a conversation there," suggested Sandra.

"Don't. We'd better get behind my mama's nyamperin," stop Paris.

"You want to go back? Mama is probably in the garden. It's hot in there." Sandra doesn't want to go there.

"Yes, but I have to get to my mom. I'm not polite here, but busy playing with you. Biema must not like that."

"Sister Biema told you to nemenin, mama?"

"Yes, no. I'm the daughter-in-law of this house, San. Not as rich' yet. It's been. I'm going to mama." Paris forced to go to the mother-in-law. Sandra had to come. There are a lot of strawberry trees out there. He was harvesting the red fruit.

"It's time to harvest, is it Ma?" ask Paris. He's looking.

"Oh, Paris. Ja. It's time to harvest. Want to come with mama pick strawberries?" bargain him. The head of Paris nodded. He should be a good son-in-law, right? Paris approached and stood beside the mother-in-law. He offered a small basket that was already prepared. Sandra came closer to the other side.

"Wait for Sandra," prevent mama suddenly make Sandra surprised. Paris was surprised.

"What's up, Ma?" ask Sandra astonished.

"The strawberries have their procedures" replied Mama.

What's?! If she could not realize that she was in front of her in-laws, Paris would have commented immediately.

"See yes Paris ... " Suddenly he looked at Paris. The Parisian eyeballs instantly collect at one core point. It was his hand-in-law who was holding strawberries that were still attached to his branch.

"This is how it is ... First claw the strawberry stalk that will be picked using the index and middle fingers," said mama while practicing. Parisian eyeballs squinting trying to focus on seeing. "Then, hold the end of the strawberry using the thumb. Movement of the hand claws downward to pluck strawberries from the stalk. Well ... we got the fruit ..." Mama showed me those big, ripe strawberries. Then put the fruit into a small basket that Paris brought.

The lips of this girl smiled. He had to smile for the sake of a strawberry picked with an elegant fruit picker. Maybe so the term. Because my mom did it with all her heart.

"The explanation is complicated. I got dizzy" Sandra confessed. Be honest. If you listen and read, Paris will also be very dizzy. But since the mama-in-law spoke while practicing, it looked beautiful. Not easily. Is beautiful. With his lentic fingers, the practice of picking strawberries looks so aesthetic.

"Ih, this is my mother's child" said the anxious mother to Sandra. Sandra approached her mother.

"Mama's ribet," whined Sandra while hugging her arms. Hearing this, my mother turned to Paris. He smiles.

"I'm sorry Paris ... Mama's a little bit of a puffer." He feels guilty.

"No, Ma." Paris calmed her in-laws' hearts.

"Because said Mang Ali_ home gardener, that the wrong way to pick strawberries can damage the plant. That's why we have to be careful. Pity the plants." He explains.

Apparently the excessive act of in-laws had a noble purpose behind it. At first Paris was also surprised to hear the procedure for picking strawberries. It was fortunate that he did not immediately pick the fruit violently. To speed up the picking process. It makes him look wild.

"Mama will definitely listen to the word mang Ali. Mama is a Paris strawberry fruit fan ...," Sandra said.

Apparently so. Strawberry lover's.

"Sandra ...," said the mother warning. Paris confused. Warning about what.

"Yes, Ma" said Sandra, understanding what her mother meant. Mama is a strawberry lover Kak Paris ... " Sandra repeated the sentence. But this time call it with frills 'sister'. Although she had heard the name when Sandra told her about her mother, but heard Sandra calling her directly in front of her in-laws.

"Mama purposely told him to call you brother." Mama knows Paris' reaction. The head of Paris turned to his in-laws. "Although you are her best friend, you are Biema's wife. Sandra's sister. So he should call you politely." Sandra smiled showing off her row of shuffled teeth.

People who like strawberries are the type of person who is polite and has good manners. She looks beautiful and neat, pleasing to the eye. He has the impression of classy and intelligent because of his civilized attitude and not careless. He never forgets to say thank you to the person who praised him or was kind to him. It seemed like the image matched the figure of Mama Biema.

"Wow ... strawberries are big," said Paris just realized. Because since then the focus has been on picking procedures.

"Yes ... This strawberry fruit 'Sagahonoka' its name. Strawberry seedlings from Japan." Mama Biema explained. Hearing the name of the strawberry variety just now, Paris had guessed that it came from Japan. In his ears, the name was similar to the name 'konoha'. So he thought maybe from Japan.

"It's also one of the popular and much sought-after strawberry fruits right now. The seedlings became a scramble," continued Mama Biema. "This strawberry is a cross between onishiki and toyonoka varieties. Try ... It tastes sweet a little sour. Fresh." mama Biema thrust the strawberries that have just been picked. Paris tried.

"Mm .. is fresh, Ma. Is it white inside?" ask Paris in surprise.

Mama smiles happily as Paris looks enthusiastic with her strawberry garden. "really. That's the hallmark of this type of strawberry fruit. The flesh is white inside." He always answered happily when Paris asked questions.