Annelyn And Om Bimo

My wife

Annelyn POV.

No, I can't be like this. My life is already stressful. Meeting Dimas and Meylan made me continue to imagine the story of Daddy and Mama, I do not want to live in guilt at something that is not my fault.

Inevitably, prepared not to be ready I have to make a decision to marry Om Bimo. I hope he doesn't renege on his promise to take me away, with no shadow of fear of meeting Daddy.

There are people out there who want to live like me, without knowing how depressed I am. Living under Daddy's pressure with high disciplinary rules.

Must be a talented woman, enter the top 5, master 5 languages, can play the piano, violin, embroider clothes, play chess, dance and a myriad of hereditary ethics. Not to mention learning business, things I don't like.

My mediocre brain, it's not uncommon for Daddy to hit me on the foot with a rattan. I who can only master 3 languages makes Daddy very angry. Moreover, my ability to play the violin and learn business is arguably a big Zero.

You can call my Daddy a killer, because that's how it is. Mama, besides being good at taking care of the household, also a successful career woman, her intelligence and talent need not be doubted. So did Oma, along with the other Bagaskoro family women from Opa's sister. Their excess makes me even more depressed to at least be comparable.

Unlike the Daddy family, the mama family although many women are talented, but not conservative about ethics, all are free.

And, here I am, standing towards the altar of marriage. My prince was already waiting there, yes I walked alone just like I used to when I married Dimas. The difference, after seeing me walk, Om Bimo gallantly went down the altar. A pair of my eyebrows were linked to seeing what he was doing.

" Nobody protests, baby. Our marriage is different, after all who dares to protest when the witnesses are paid guests. Hehe" He lightly guided my steps towards the altar, where the Reverend was ready to marry us.

No shame, no deg-deg serrr like my old marriage. My marriage, filled only with a sense of interdependence, comfort and hope inseparable.

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Bimo POV's.

" For tonight we go home to the apartment first, Lyn." I spoke to the beautiful woman sitting in the passenger seat beside me. The clothes are still the same as the ones used at Meylan's house.

The woman who has now become my wife, I promise to take my household train with trust, so that it can make her happy.

" Oouuuuhhh finally someone accompanied my sleep again" I provoked his reaction.

" Another??" He asked, yes it worked.

" Hmm, there used to be a little boy who used to whine to sleep with me Lyn." Yep, that kid was him when he was a kid.

" You know, every night she would sleep in my arms. I don't want to sleep if I don't sing Nina Bobo. Though every night he was always wetting and drooling" I lyrically expression as if.

" Cckk, don't tease me Om, I'm not interested" Annelyn sneered, her eyes out the window.

" Who's teasing you? I'm just a story" I'm still plain pretentious.

" But the little boy was me Om" The beautiful eyes glared.

" Good then, you must have missed my embrace so much" I still faithfully teased her. The expression on his face was lhooo, so cute.

" It's different now" he argued.

" What's the difference?"

" Am Om sure you can sleep with me without emm is emm without ya-iya??"

" Do you want Lyn?" My eyes sparkle, staring at him.

" Apaan the Om. Add bete I tuh" Kan, he bete. But he started.