Companion To Paris

The hand of mother

"Then get here fast? Mother has something for Biema." Mother's voice sounded cheerful there.

"Yes" said Paris to immediately finish this conversation. Paris stepped away from Fikar

"Wait, You ... Uh, you .. don't run away. You must ..."

"Snow? Escape you said?" Paris immediately cut off Fikar's sentence while stopping his steps. "Who's gonna run away?" ask Paris beaver. Fikar surprised.

"sorry. Biema told me to keep a close eye on you. Because you're used to being good at running away from school pick-ups like this." Fikar has received advice to always be vigilant. He should remember that.

"Don't exaggerate. If I yell, everyone will come closer and think that om-om is teasing me" Paris threatened to make Fikar tremble. His eyes moved to the right and to the left. "Just calm. I'm not that kind of person" Paris said with a laugh. Apparently he was joking.

This girl ...

"Come, take me now." Paris got in the car. Half-run Fikar got into the car as well.

"We're going home."

"No. I don't want to go home."

"Huh? You said ..." Fikar immediately turned to the back seat with a disappointed face.

"I said get me. Not taking me home, is it?"

"Then? Where are you going?" Fikar was getting restless. Biema once said, this girl is a rioter. He had many ways of turning the heads of others he did not like.

"Take me to my parents' house."

"To your parents' house?"

"Yes. Wh why? You don't know where my parents' house is?"

"No. I know where your house is."

"Then?" ask Paris to be curious.

"Biema said don't let you go home to your parents. He wants you to go home to his apartment. Your new home."

A new home. This place is new and foreign to me.

"I didn't want to go home to my parents. My mother asked me to go there because there was a need." Paris explained. Fikar scratched his nape. Biema's subordinates must be hesitant. Also afraid Paris would lie to him. "Be sure to ask Biema for permission if you're afraid. I can wait." Paris is being kind.

"alright. I'll call Biema first." Paris leaned her back against the body of the car seat. Fikar is trying to contact his boss. As it could not be on the phone, Fikar switched to text messaging.

"Why not just call. Faster."

"Biema didn't take my call. It seems like he is still busy," Fikar replied without turning to Paris who leaned over.

"Busy?"

"Yes. There's a guest there."

"Mela?"

"No. Mela didn't come today. He's a business associate ..." The last sentence sounded slow as Fikar immediately looked back. He was surprised by Paris' question.

"Oh .. usually he goes to Biema's office a lot ..." Paris mangosteen.

"Not often. It was just that time he happened to be there because there was a need. Mela wants to work with our company." He was busy with his cell phone. The phone wasn't picked up. The message sent is also unread.

"The cooperation ... Biema agrees?"

"Biema didn't say?" tanya Fikar frowned.

"Make what? He thinks maybe we don't have to talk about each other's lives." Paris said it without caring.

These two guys. Why should I get married if she feels all frozen. Yes ... for Biema anyway because of that. The man also lacked work.

Fikar's phone is ringing. Biema called him back.

"Hello, Biem."

"She said to go home because of her mother?"

"Yes .. who he said was so anyway," said Fikar while whispering. Paris glanced forward for a moment. Then a snort mocked Fikar who was talking about him. He chose to look out the window.

"You can take him to his parents' house. But if there's anything suspicious, call me immediately." Biema gave her permission.

"good. I'll take her." Fikar hung up his phone. That means the decision has been made.

"Where?" ask Paris.

"Biema gave me permission to deliver you."

"good. Soon yes. My mother may have been waiting for me."

Paris arrived at her parents' house. Asha, who was walking in the front garden with Arash, smiled to see her sister-in-law coming.

"Hey! Your aunty's coming!" asha said as she raised the hand of baby Arash. The baby's face looks happy. Maybe he knows, hasn't seen his tant.

"Haaaiii .. padlock ...." Paris approached his nephew. "How's it going?" Paris pinched Arash's cheek with anxiety. If Arash usually frowns when his cheeks are made of toys, now the baby actually laughs. Although Paris repeatedly pressed his cheeks.

Fikar got off the car. Then nodded politely at Asha who was looking at him.

"He who?" ask Asha.

"Biema's employees."

"Oohhhm ... How did Biema respond when you didn't come home and came back here? He's busy finding you."

"It's a habit."

"Oh, huh? Not angry?"

"I'm not angry. Just nagging." Paris tilted her lips to mock Biema.

"He's worried maybe."

"Yes. She's afraid of getting sprayed with mom if she can't take care of me. Mommy said tell me to pick me up everyday."

"You came home at that time. Mommy doesn't want all kinds because you're not the same Biema?"

"No. I'll use reasonable excuses so that you don't suspect."

"Are you still that stiff?"

"I'm the same Biema?" ask Paris. Asha nodded. "Yes that. We are married because we do not love. He also knows that we both got married because we had to." Paris pointed towards Fikar with his chin. Feeling the talk, Fikar was agitated.

What are they both talking about?

"Let's go in. I've been waiting for you inside."

"What would love to go to Biema?"

"It looks like lunch."

"Huh? Lunched? Ih, really belibet. People can find their own lunch." Paris grumbled as she walked into the house.

"just enter. Paris is only a short while," Asha said as they reached in front of Fikar.

"no need. I'll just wait here."

"I told Bi Sumi to bring cold drinks?"

"Thank you" said Fikar. Then the two of them entered and headed straight for the kitchen. Asha tells Bik Sumi to make a drink for Fikar.

"Oh, your mother's son is coming ...." Mother immediately approached her daughter and kissed her forehead. Paris only smiled with his exaggerated attitude. "The new mother knows that her mother Biema loves you for lunch. Duh, that good in-law," said mother back to her kitchen table.

"Where do you know?"

"Yes from Biema's mother. He called and wondered what your favorite was? Yes ... Mother says you like anything. Not choosing food. Mother does not think if you want to make provisions for you." His hands put the food in a supply place and made it beautiful. "Your mother calls again, it turns out she made provisions for you. Mother moved your in-laws are good."

Paris nodded. He's not very enthusiastic.

"If it's stock, I'd better deliver it now." Paris tried to please her mother.

"Thank you, Paris." Mother's smile expands.

"Now take me to Biema's office."

"You going there?" ask Fikar wonder.

"Yes. I need to be with him."

"It looks like he can't be disturbed. Because there's an important business associate."

"You forbid me from going there, Fikar?"

"Nope ... It's just that you might not be able to meet Biema because she's busy."

"That's my business. Just take me there."

"All right." Fikar. He sent Biema a message that his wife was coming, but Biema did not read it.