Annelyn And Om Bimo

First night.

" Inevitably, prepared not to be ready, whose name is the obligation to run Lyn, do not get used to leaving the obligation." I glanced at the expression on Annelyn's face that grew sullen.

Annelyn's disheveled face could not cover how beautiful she was, especially all the clothes she was wearing were always present, teen fashion trends.

" Pedophile base, have no shame" my Annelyn grumbled inexhaustible.

" sthat mean?" I pretended I didn't understand her words. Am I a pedophile? How are you doing with Sontoloyo Dimas? He seems to be more of a banguard. Hehe

" Wmmm huuhh.. I, .I can't Om, I'm ashamed to have to do it with you Om." Annelyn looked down, her lips answering my question softly, but my ears could catch her words clearly. I'm not uplifting like Meylan said.

" But I'm not ashamed of Dimas" I don't know why my lips are spoiled when I'm jealous. I'm more everything than that striped-nose guy, except for a place in Annelyn's heart, I admit he's more powerful.

Silent. It seems like Annelyn was offended by my words. If it's like this, what should I do? Should I apologize? . I remember saying that women are always right, men are always wrong.

When the car arrived at the apartment parking lot, he got off first without leaving a word with me. Was that deep as Dimas lodged in his heart?

" Lyn, wait a minute we have to talk!" I blocked his hand, as he walked quickly into the apartment. And, did he pull my hand? I'm her husband. Did he forget?

Be I follow my wife into the apartment, keep stepping into her room.

Blammm. Oh my God. This kid is outrageous. Just being a wife for a while is scary. In the past when with Dimas was willing to be a babu.

Geck. Just as I knocked on the door of her room, she was already standing pretty beside the door, it seemed like she was letting me in. Yeah, I'll just go in.

After closing the door, he walked towards the bed, sitting cross-legged on a pillow. Before this was my room, I didn't expect it to be mine for a second.

Like interest on a loan. I lent my room for a few months, so my room came back with a beautiful woman in it. Haha.

" Why bengong Om?" A small voice broke my gesrek daydream.

Um. I cleared my throat before I started the conversation, let's what? let it be cool.

" I know our current atmosphere is different, just this morning proposed, the night has become a couple." I noticed the change in his face that was so obvious.

"I am your husband. Until the world is turned upside down, I'm still your husband." I kept talking, while he was silent, either listening or daydreaming.

" Yes yes, what the hell Om, stale base, it's like MC." The answer was beyond my expectations.

" Yes, I'm asking from now on to remove Dimas from your heart. That's my spot. Especially for me, not Dimas or anyone else" I said directly to the point. Let's not twist, it's already night. The first night of the jagongan continues.

" Where can force so Om" As expected, he protested, this protest action. Could hours.

" Can Lyn, she will continue to be in your heart if you don't intend to move on" I began to sit on the mattress, both of my hands clutching her fingers which turned out to be very cold. He can be groggy too.

" Please, please.." My petitions.

" Why are you forcing? I can't be forced Om! Please be patient, Om can curb my body but not my heart." Bursting tears with her heart.

" Om is my husband, but love problems, Om has limits to manage. Don't force me, please" His voice was as passionate as a football fan.

Deeh . I flinched, why is she suddenly so gentle like this? It was like a hungry lion.

All I did was hug her, mutter sorry. I had no intention of hurting her, my intention was no more than to want her to accept me as her husband.

Finally tonight I spent the night hugging each other with Annelyn, occasionally patting her on the back. It has become a habit, if you cry to sleep, every night every time every move, he will cry in his sleep.

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Pov Author.

" My branded bags and jewelry can I bring?" Annelyn asked as she stuffed the clothes into the suitcase. He chose only a few that were new and current.

" Yes whatever, just bring some." Bimo answered the origin, he himself was busy arranging clothes and some important files.

" Have you bought a house?" Annelyn started packing up her fabulous makeup.

" Already"

" How can Daddy not know?" Since yesterday he's been wondering how Om Bimo has acted without Daddy knowing.

" Adult business, which boy understands" Bimo teases his little wife.

" uh. If Om thinks I'm a boy, don't marry me" Annelyn, who doesn't like to be called a boy, is hooked.

" You are different from the others. Boy but good at making kids. Hahaha" Bimo chuckled with his crisp and unfunny joke.

" Can't the shit be sifted?" More upset to see Bimo who giggled after teasing him, Annelyn mumbled to stare at the cynical interlocutor.

" A sandstone? Hahaha" Again Bimo chuckled to see the sullen look of Annelyn.

" Yes Om said don't vulgar dong, filtered little Om.." Annelyn protested even more.

" What's wrong? You are my wife." Next to Bimo's eyes flickered flirtatiously.

" It's wrong, it's not that Om thinks I'm an adult. So our conversation must be in line with me who this brat is." Annelyn smiled obliquely, feeling victorious.

" Our Emm should discuss the cartoons Upin Ipin, Sopo Jarwo, Tinkerbell, Spongebob, and your twin Doraemon, what else is it" Annelyn pretended to think as her eyeballs spun upwards as if she was thinking hard.

Cup. Not done yet, Annelyn's tiny lips got Jack pot.

" Don't say much, let's finish it immediately" Bimo who had finished packing his things moved from the room to the kitchen, from now on his stomach was rumbling.

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hello gaesss, spirit thumbs up dong, let the author also spirit up.. Who was thinking about the first night to say what? hehe.they do not do anything. This is not a 21+ reading. If you're looking for a 21+ reading in my novel, you're wrong, even though my novel is about household, but I'm using 18+ at best. The reason is that the leak is usually reckless to enter the area 21+. warnings from the author are not ignored.