Companion To Paris

Still learning

"No. I don't need to be accompanied" said Paris firmly with a sudden silence. He rejected Biema's proposal.

"Why? You wanna pretend to study, but play PS?" guess Biema while making fun.

"Eng .. no, really. Not that" Paris said as he moved his five fingers in front. Then laughs bitterly at being caught. He really intended that.

"Whatever it is, I'll be back to accompany you" Biema pointed to Paris. "You better get your book." Then the man went into his room.

"Ihh," decak Paris was upset. Finally he went to his room to pick up a book. Inside the room he set his foot on the floor with an irritated heart. As his hand searched for the package book, his brain worked. Paris suddenly liked the word accompany it.  "Yes. She had to stay awake while I was studying. He's a concern." Paris smiled while looking for a book on the shelf.

"But . I don't want to learn" Paris asserted to herself. "For attention okay, but if I have to learn, it's tiring and boring." According to Paris, learning is boring. So he doesn't want to get caught up in boring stuff.

This girl came out of her room.

"Brake!" call Paris while walking towards Biema's room. Not until Paris was near the man, Biema had already appeared.

"What?" biema asked while carrying her phone. "Where's your book? Why not bring a book?" tanya Biema who noticed Paris came with empty hands. "You don't know what lessons to test tomorrow, do you?" biema suddenly got anxious.

"Of course I know." Biema breathed. "I don't want to be here. I'll study in the room." Paris is fighting for its right to protest.

"So .. I also have to go into your room?" ask Biema.

Paris was surprised by Biema's words. "Openetrish!" errat Pais soon. "You don't have to go with me, okay?" Paris smiled as she formed her finger an okay sign.

"Don't bargain Paris. You can study in your room and I'll keep an eye on you." Biema's defenses can't be knocked down. It's for her sake too.

"So you'll keep me studying, even if I study in my room?" search Paris.

"Yes. Of course." Paris screeches. Biema's eyeball glanced towards the door of this girl's room. Then look at him for a long time. He's thinking. I don't know what to think. Because he grinned later. Only Biemalah knows.

Paris walked towards his room with a long grunt. His hand opened the room door and let Biema enter unwillingly.

Biema looked around. This was the first time this man had entered a Parisian room after the last time they had renovated this room. The atmosphere was not much different from the first time this girl came here. Then Biema sat on the bed. Paris who was about to pull up her study desk chair turned her head quickly.

"Why sit there?" prevent Paris.

"Where do I sit? Isn't the chair here just one? And it's also worn by you." Biema pointed towards the chair she was on. The reason Biema makes sense. Paris glanced in the same direction.

Also true.

"alright. I'll let you sit there for a while." Then Paris pulled out a chair and began to sit down.

Paris sees a list of subjects for tomorrow's exam. Then take the package book and open it. Slowly he began to read in his heart. Occasionally glanced at the nearby cell phone. Touch and unlock the phone.

"Ehem," dehem Biema intentionally. Paris immediately put his finger away.

"Dam. I should be able to throw him out." This girl has a plan. Biema will not feel at home just in the room by just watching him learn. If he could, he would tell Biema to read a question, as if he were asking an answer. Let Biema knock and get out of the room.

"What help?" Paris approached while sitting on a chair, carrying her package book.

"Try it, you ask questions from here. Let me answer. Like a question and answer, that is," said Paris told.

"Respond?" Biema receives a package book from Paris' hands that does not come down from her study chair. Just glide with the legs of a chair that uses wheels.

"Yes. Learn to be fun this way" call it Paris.

"Where did this start?" Biema opens the page. Trying to browse the contents of the High School Student package book now.

"From start to finish." Paris answered with confidence. Biema looked up.

"All?" Paris nodded. Biema raised her eyebrows thinking that this was troublesome. Paris' lips smiled as Biema lowered her head. He already thought that Biema would leave.

Beyond a doubt, Biema is actually encouraging to give Paris questions. The man was very enthusiastic in making questions. This makes Paris miserable.

"Aahh .. already! I don't want to ask you an answer. Where's my book?" Paris asked for his book back.

"Have you? Not that you want to learn more interesting. Why would you want to stop?"

"No. Learning the same way makes me tired. Quick. Give me back my book" grumbled Paris.

"No. I will continue to study with you. Otherwise, you'll focus on your phone." It turns out Biema knew Paris was stealing glances looking at her phone. This man suddenly stood up. Closer to the study table and confiscate the cell phone. "I confiscated this phone first."

"Hey!" Paris immediately wanted to stand up, but made his study chair topple over. He who is still sitting comes down to the side.

"Dance!" Biema surprised. The two objects in his hand were thrown accidentally. He just wanted to help this girl.

Bruk! Both of their bodies fell on the floor.

After closing her eyes in fear, Paris opened her eyes. His study chair rolled not far near him. He felt that under his head there was something. Paris looked to the side. Biema fell down next to her body. While his hands under the head of this girl as a pillow. That's why his head didn't hit.

But different from Biema who grimaces because her head is on the floor. This man grimaces.

Paris was shocked and got up. "Biema! Biema! You're okay?" ask Paris to panic. His hand touched Biema's head and stroked her. "Aren't you okay?" re-establish Paris again. He's worried.

Still closing her eyes, Biema nodded.

"really?" tanya Paris doesn't believe it. Biema opens her eyes slowly.

"I'm fine. A little banged up but everything's fine."

"Thank God." Paris was not aware of their position that had been next to each other was now getting closer. Out of worry, Paris lifted her body to tilt and faced Biema. This opportunity made Biema's arm, which was still in place of Paris' head when she lay down earlier, move to force the girl's body.