Companion To Paris
Mom's homemade pie

Mama Biema really likes her daughter-in-law and her strawberry garden. He kept talking about strawberries in Paris. Sharing a story about someone's favorite thing, shows we like that person too.

This strawberry harvest is really fun. Until the idea of a race to collect strawberries. Mama Biema. Paris and Sandra are looking in different places. The heat is getting hot. The melted sweat drenched their necks, but it paid off because mama made strawberry pie from the results of the race that Paris won. He really has to win.

No time to start the afternoon. This is marked by the appearance of Biema who saw the excitement of them making strawberry pie together in the kitchen.

"You have come apparently ...," said the mother who knew first the appearance of this man in the kitchen.

"Yes, Ma" Biema replied.

Paris watched. Biema smiled at him. Somehow Paris felt blushed with Biema's smile just now. Until she had to pull her head back down to see the results of the strawberry pie her in-laws made.

"Pick up a small plate for your husband. He had to taste this strawberry pie," said mama. Paris nodded. Sandra pointed to the shelf to help Paris find the small plate. "You'll taste the delicious strawberry pie."

"I've enjoyed my mama's strawberry pie too often. For years. I know it's delicious" Biema said.

"But you've never tried this one Biema pie. It's a special strawberry pie," said the Parisian mama thrusting a small plate at him.

"Special? Is there any new material to make it?" ask Biema astonished.

"Yes. If you used to make her alone. Mom made it with a special person. She's your wife. So in this pie there are two loves for you ..."

"Sandra isn't mentioned?" sandra protest. Mom smiled.

"Yes ... In here are three loves for you, Biema," my mother said. "There's your mom, your sister and the most special one is Paris. Your wife," he said, turning to Paris as the last sentence was said. Thanks to that, he became the center of attention. All eyes looked towards him.

"That's a different kind of pie." Biema smile. "So special so don't miss it" Biema responded as she looked at Paris warmly. Seeing this Paris is wrong. Squeeze the eyeball because of that look. Sandra nudged her brother-in-law's arm and smiled. He knew they were both looking at each other. Paris patted Sandra's thigh slowly to keep quiet. Sandra giggles.

After mama cut the big pie some parts, he put one piece of pie on a small plate. Then my chin moved to Biema. Paris understood and brought the plate with the cake spoon to Biema who was sitting at the dining table.

"Thank you Paris" Biema said slowly. Paris simply nodded and immediately returned to the mother-in-law. Hearing Biema's voice just now, her chest was pounding. But mama actually brought the pie in another small plate to Biema's table. He invited his two daughters to join and chat.

"Have you come home yet, Ma?" asked Biema who had not seen the middle-aged man since entering the house.

"Awhile more. Papa with his assistant. So maybe longer" said my mom. "Now you're both national exams, right ... You'll be graduating from school soon, Paris," said Mama.

"Yes Ma" Paris replied as she scooped the pie on her plate.

"Wahh .. that's happy." Mama happy. Enthusiastic about Paris graduation is not only on Biema, but also on her in-laws. They are more happy than their own people. That's so riveting.

Paris nodded.

"That means your step so uti is close, dong," said the mother-in-law happy. Paris gulps. Mama Biema is really going to talk about momongan in front of this man. Looky. Biema was glancing at him with a meaningful smile.

Then the four of them dissolved in excitement. Biema laughed repeatedly. Things that Biema rarely shows. This man really enjoyed the moment together with his mother, sister, and wife.

After being satisfied to talk everything with his mother and sister, Biema asked for permission to go home. He brought strawberry pie for him to take home.

"I don't think you guys want to go home. Though mama was happy just now with mama's daughter-in-law," he said like not willing to Paris go home.

"Tomorrow Paris playing here again, Ma." Paris is trying to become a hero by taking the initiative to come to visit. Biema looked at the girl. Though today he appeared in this house not out of his own desire. It was Biema's idea at first, then she decided to visit.

Biema embraces the shoulder of Paris.

"Yes. Paris can visit on its own next time. Especially if later our family members increase," said Biema who made Paris suddenly turned to him. Rounding his eyeballs. "Yes, right?" Biema is asking for support. Paris moved her finger to the back of this man and pinched it. Sontak Biema squirmed with a smile.

You two ... Mom was worried when she saw it. Sandra closed her lips holding a smile.

"How was the test?" biema asked while they were in the car.

"As usual."

"Can?"

"Yes that's it. It's just a multiple choice question. Just cross-cross. Beret." Biema.

"Whatever it is, may your luck work." Biema stroked Paris' head. "Today I'm happy" Biema said. Paris looked to the side. Biema is constantly smiling.

"Because of me?" guess Paris is very confident.

"Sure," Biema replied smiling as she tilted her head at Paris. "Because you're more adorable." Wow ... Paris's ears are flushed. Even though he looked calm, his heart was turbulent.

Oh, naw. No. gabe. Heart's pounding. Whoa, whoa, whoa ... Biema makes me scream.

"Besides that is also because you want to do activities with mom." The screams in Paris' heart stopped and turned to Biema.

"You think I don't want to?" search Paris.

"I'm afraid you won't. That's why I didn't force you there even though I wanted you to visit my mom." Suddenly Paris had the courage to approach and lean her head on Biema's shoulder. This man was surprised.

"This is new and full of struggle for me. But if the man I love wants it, of course I'll grant it." Biema smiled and stroked the head of Paris again.

"thank you. I love you too, Paris."

Perhaps due to the exhaustion from the harvest earlier, this girl was sleepy. He slept soundly on the side. Biema smiled and let this girl fall asleep until she reached the apartment area. Biema had not yet awakened, Paris was writhing. Then open your eyes.

"Where is this?" ask Paris. He yawned while covering his mouth.

"We're here, Paris." This girl looked to the right and left. He found many things that were not foreign. They were right to have arrived at the apartment parking area. "You can walk by yourself?" tanya Biema was worried.

"Yes." Yeah." Paris nodded.