Companion To Paris

It was me and Paris

"Beach?!" exclaim Fikar was surprised when he called Biema because this man did not appear again in the company. "Aren't you picking up your wife from school? Why are you on the beach all of a sudden?"

"Yes ... It's all because of Sandra." Biema told me the outline. How did he get to join the school's convoy of children.

"So unknowingly you were also in the convoy? Even if they don't ride motorcycles like them." Fikar.

"That's how." Biema chuckles feeling funny this story about her.

"Gosh Biema. I've been waiting for you since. I thought you were still in the apartment, but it turned out ... You're in a convoy of kids graduating from school! Why don't you take me? Isn't that so much fun?" Fikar was anxious because he was not invited.

"I told you I didn't come along on purpose."

"Oh, I'd love to come with you right now. I can imagine how exciting that graduation convoy is." Biema sighed hearing Fikar fussing herself.

"Darling!!!" paris waved his hand. Biema.

"It has. Since I'm here, I'll have fun. Finish the job at Fikar's office. You can count on." After saying that, Biema hung up her phone. He who has taken off his work coat, now only wears a clean white shirt. He walked to his wife who was playing in the sea.

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The graduation celebration still vividly remembered in memory. Paris was still amazed that he could participate in the graduation celebration convoy which was certainly only one time in his lifetime.

"That's me and Paris" Biema said of the newspaper's headline. He showed the photo to Fikar. "Look. Even the media covered us both." Biema smiled as she shook her head in astonishment.

"They didn't accidentally take a picture of you and your wife. They only cover graduation celebrations that seem to exist once a year as a tradition. That's what they're talking about." Fikar did not accept. He was still jealous because Biema joined the convoy even though accidentally. "Yet your picture is not clear. Blurry," added this man like an envious boy.

"Whatever. I also have a private collection that says I was there yesterday." Biema is deliberately heating up.

"Don't make me so jealous of you, Biem." Finally Fikar confessed. Biema.

"We are far from their world. There's no way you'll be in the convoy when your work piles up, right? You're a busy grown man, Fikar." Biema folded the newspaper in her hand carefully. Then put it in the document cabinet. Fikar sneered behind Biema's back.

"Although, if it turns out that there is an opportunity ..Even that is with you, I also want to momentarily remember the good times of Biem school ..."

"That's it. Now the important thing is .. immediately find your partner to step into the marriage and have children." Biema's advice makes Fikar thinning lips.

"About soon to be a father, his actions have advised everything .." said Fikar.

"You're wrong. Even though I'm still going to be a father for a long time, that's good advice for you. Shouldn't we get married?" Biema started sitting again in her chair.

"of course. I also want to feel like you did it in the pantry" whispered Fikar making Biema smile in the end. He remembered the hot romance at the time.

"Ah Parisian ... I miss you, "sighs Biema with a smile.

"Don't go home! Don't come home!" prevent Fikar panic. "It's enough that you often don't work when you finish lunch, Biema. You said I should find a partner to marry. If you've given me too much work, I may be stressed that I don't have time to find women."

"Haha ... Be calm. I'm not going home when I finish lunch" Biema said calmly. Fikar thinned his lips hearing Biema as if she was mocking him.

***

"Know the news in the paper this morning?" biema asked as she and her wife sat down in front of the television this evening.

"I'm not a fan of reading newspapers. After all, it's rare for a young man like me to read the morning paper." Paris fiddled with the remote in his hand.

"Later. If it's the mood," replied Paris of origin. Biema put her body in her wife's arm.

"There's news of the graduation convoy."

"Did anyone have a police raid?" tanya Paris still fixed by looking ahead, towards the tv.

"No. I'm just surprised there's a little picture of the two of us at the beach."

"really? Maybe that's what the kids meant this morning in the school group. I don't understand, but it looks like it's about the news.

"Are you active in the school group?" ask Biema astonished. Because Paris was lazy to take care of that. Especially Priski who was busy harassing him.

"Since Priski is no longer acting, they are also welcome. So I try to be active. Aja ... was active. We'll graduate soon anyway. The school group will make a miss when it remembers the school."

"Yes. School is beautiful." Biema agrees.

**

One more month after the graduation convoy.

Paris is heading to the salon for a creambath. He who is not too concerned about himself now began to try to plunge into treatment because of the persuasion of Asha.

"So Biema doesn't like it when I'm not pretty, is that it?" paris asked blatantly as Asha persuaded him.

"That's impossible. What do you think, anyway?"

"Because it's the imposition of his name if I'm told to go to the salon while I don't want to," grumbled Paris lazily.

"Creambath is delicious, you know. Putar in pijit-pijit too. So make us relax. Especially during pregnancy. I did not pamper myself" said Asha who sat in the back car seat.

"Yes Non. If there can also be male creambath," chirped Angga in front. This afternoon they went to the salon in between Angga.

"You want to be beautiful too?" ask Paris for wonder.

"Eh, not Non. That means it's good to have a head in that incandescent."

"Kok know?" Paris Assault.

"She's always nganterin mama." Asha replied with a smile. Angga nodded in agreement. Paris throbs. Then he looked to the side again.

**

Many resto employees are preparing for a party. They come here and there to prepare everything to beautify every gazebo built on the fish pond below. With this concept, people know it by floating restaurants.

"Is everything ready?" ask Fikar to the head of this prep crew team.

"Yes, Sir. My crew is almost done with everything. It's all ready soon."

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