Companion To Paris

Biema Defense

Seeing Sandra's absence in the living room earlier, it was likely that the girl had not yet come out of her room. Biema accompanied Paris to the kitchen table.

"Paris ... help mom and aunty huh?" rayu mama Biema's. "Why did you come here?" he looked at his son in wonder.

"I'm escorting Paris" Biema said. But that was the purpose of her going to the kitchen. Mom was surprised by her son's answer. "If you tell her to cook, I'm afraid everyone won't be able to eat breakfast this morning." Sontak Paris was heard saying that Biema said that. Although the reality is yes. But if said openly like that, Biema like will open her disgrace.

Mama Biema glanced at Paris who immediately smiled.

"Paris can't cook. Maybe if only instant noodles he could, but if it had to cook difficult dishes certainly can not." Once again, Paris refused to hear this man's explanation to his mother.

Goddamnit! So he meant to accompany me that opened my disgrace? It's the same as saying directly to his family, 'Sorry, I can't help you because I can't cook anything'. Paris grumbled in his heart.

"Especially having to cook for a lot of people. Today, many families of mothers are coming. It means you're gonna torture Paris if you force her to help cook today." Biema's words surprised Paris.

This man is not opening his disgrace. At first it was impressed so. But Biema was about to get him out of the obligation of her daughter-in-law to help her cook in the kitchen.

"Hey ... What the hell are you saying? Torturing? Do you think this mother has no conscience? Just carelessly." Mama so awkward Biema said it all. "Mama just wants to familiarize herself with your daughter-in-law. You are ..." Mama Biema hit her son's arm slowly and snarled.

"Mama thinks Paris is like her mom who cooks? So you want to show off to your family?" ask Biema relax.

So anyway? Paris felt guilty. Her dream in-laws had run aground already.

"Children don't always come down to parenting talent, Ma. Sandra is not necessarily good at cooking, or sewing like mama's talent," Defa Biema. "After all, you should have given Paris a cooking test in the first place if you were looking for a daughter-in-law who can cook."

"You just keep giving mama a speech. It's been. You just have Paris talk there," expel mama Biema makes Paris relieved but also awkward.

"Let's go to Paris, let's just go to the back garden" Biema said without guilt. Paris confused. Stay there or join Biema.

"Follow Paris," said Mama Biema told Paris to join Biema's invitation. Biema's hand immediately touched Paris' fingers and carried the girl away from the kitchen.

"Young master doesn't want to let go of Miss Paris, Madam .." said the maid's aunt.

"Looks like. Mercifully. He doesn't have to keep waiting for that woman's love." Mama looks relieved to see Biema defending Paris.

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Meanwhile, the Paris Biema brought out of the kitchen was uncomfortable. "Aren't you Biem, I didn't help you in the kitchen?" ask Paris is still thinking.

"Why? You want to go back to the kitchen?"

"Nothing ..." Paris shook her head strongly. Of course not.

"Then we better take a walk here." Biema gave me an idea.

"Why did you intentionally tell my mom that I couldn't cook? Not that it could be a minus value to me in front of your family." Paris began to discuss Biema's attitude that was so open.

"Value minus yes ... If from the beginning, mama is looking for a daughter-in-law who can cook, mama should be looking for a chef. Not a high school girl like you."

Right too. In the heart of Paris allowed.

"What is a lion? What the hell?" grumble Paris is upset. This man did not answer, he instead sat on a concrete stand near a tree while pulling the hand of Paris that was still in his grasp. The girl was not aware of this. Paris' screeches sounded from her lips as her staggered body fell on Biema. Biema caught the body. "Hey!"

"Aren't you aware, since we've been holding hands?" Biema's prickly smile expands. Paris pulled his hand from Biema's grip. Then move sit on the concrete. He forgot to hold hands. Paris sat next to Biema.

"Did Mela ever come here?" ask Paris suddenly.

"Why suddenly ask about it?" Actually Paris also did not understand why he suddenly asked about Mela.

"Just want to know. Wasn't he your neighbor?"

"You don't want to know."

"If there is no interest in answering, there is no need." Paris is not a patient person. Biema smile.

"Because he's my neighbor, obviously yes."

"Your mother must know Mela very well." Biema glanced at Paris who was looking straight ahead. There was something hidden in his face. Maybe a little anxiety.

"Not how much." Biema is trying to make Paris feel calm. "Don't think about Mela. He's the only person who's ever been my neighbor."

"Also people who have been invited to marry by you," added Paris quickly. Biema.

"I'm sorry, if that makes you uncomfortable. But that's the past, Paris. You ..."

"Sir! Let's breakfast!" sandra shouted from the back door.

"Sandra Voice. We better get there. Come on, Biem," take Paris.

You doubted me.

Biema stood up and followed Paris' footsteps. Then they had breakfast with Biema's bustling mama family. The dining room this time was full. Sandra had to disappear first because she had to go to school. The permission not to go to school has been transferred to Sandra.

After breakfast, Paris is allowed to relax. This girl relaxes with a fall in Biema's room. The man still hasn't come home from taking Sandra. Biema's phone is ringing. Paris looked around for a while and then broke down again.

The memory of him this time was fixed at the time Biema was approaching him and hugging him. At the time the man said with a passionate sentence about wanting himself. Paris's face flushed. His hands cover his face. Then rubbed it and sighed.

Aarrggh! Paris growled slowly. Why remember that incident. It's mortifying. Paris stretched out her arms while staring at the ceiling of the room.

It's not cool if I'm just on the run. But ... The man is not cool. He's cool. Handsome, tall, and manly.

The phone above the nightstand rings continuously. Paris took a breath and stood up. Then get closer because you think it's important. If it keeps ringing isn't there an important need.

The head of Paris lowered his head reading on the screen who was calling Biema over and over again. Mela! Paris tried to see again. Approach your head once more to clearly read who called. Turns right. It's Mela.

The ringing stops changing with chat appearing on the screen.

"I'm heading to your house. There's an important conversation. I want to meet your mama."

He's gonna come here?

The heart of Paris is racing. Apparently going to meet the woman made Paris nervous too. This is so beyond belief.