Annelyn And Om Bimo

Santri Town.

Bimo POV's.

It turned out that all this time, the super-fussy and spoiled woman in front of me was the most awful woman. Unknowingly trapped in a toxic relationship. Betrayal and divorce are enough to shake her mind. Moreover, the miscarriage, a little bit certainly leaves trauma.

Evidently he couldn't trust anyone, a little bit I made a mistake, his trust in me could be lost in one clap. I'm still confused, why he doesn't trust Daddy and Mama. I no longer call them brother and sister-in-law. Now they are my father and mother-in-law.

" Lyn, the credit card in Meylan's name is staying in the apartment" I'm getting ready to go and launch my secret plan.

" Where can it be, it's full of my money" I guess, this kid must be protesting. Let's see how long the protest took. He stomped his feet, the maroon-red knee-length dress he was wearing was swinging waving.

" Where'd you get the money?" I'm polishing my new shoes. Just an ordinary shoe that I bought two weeks ago, the price is very affordable only 250 thousand. I don't know what brand I'm not familiar with.

" Work it" Her slender body walked past me. I can catch the soothing scent of roses emanating from her tiny body.

" Don't lie, your work money won't be enough to meet Dimas' lifestyle, after all since marriage you're not working. I'm not the Dimas you can puss" I'm still fishing for honesty.

" After the divorce I worked" She stood beside the dispenser, leaning against the wall, her slender right hand holding a glass of white water.

From the right distance, he looked very woow.

" You know my max, don't slap at my husband" I smiled slanted, looking down at my new shoes that I just got to wear. Annelyn Bimo Bagaskoro

" Hehe, emmm it emm it uaa.ang the result of selling diamonds from you Om . Hehe's sorry" He still had a chance to chuckle on the side of nervousness that controlled the look on his face. His hands no longer hold the glass, instead interlocked playing his fingernails peach-colored with the picture of Chrysanthemum.

" I've guessed" I growled, trying to resist the disappointment and dislike that had crept into my heart. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath enjoying the hurt.

I don't really care about having my present, which I don't like, she's putting my gift aside for a jerk like Dimas.

" Yes but the diamond is mine, so whatever I want".He grumbled, stepping to leave me. What the fuck? Should I be angry? Why is he sulking?

" Sexcluding selling other people's gifts for the sake of fulfilling blind love"

Then came the usual but very painful sentence for Annelyn. Instantly her steps came to a halt, turning to look at me with her eyes radiating sadness, more than that she felt guilty and dwarfed by the story of her past. Maybe she remembers the baby too.

" I'm sorry" Just one word came out of his mouth.

Silent for a moment, I was injured, more than that he was equally injured. Trauma and everything she's been hiding behind her increasingly spoiled nature to me.

" As your husband I don't want you to repeat it again. Please learn to appreciate me. I love you Lyn."

Annelyn was still standing still.

" If necessary I will express my love for you every day. So you know how much my heart is just for you." I walked up to Annelyn, I opened one by one the buttons on my shirt.

" What did Om do? Quickly button up your shirt!" The look on his face changed instantly. Between shame and annoyance. What an adorable combination.

" Why Lyn? Shouldn't you see my heart? Surgery only" I smiled obliquely at her nervousness. Shouldn't he be experienced? Why does it look so much more innocent than a virgin. It was funny that the expression on his face that was getting closer to me was getting more and more frightened. I thought what genderuwo.

Haha. I laughed out loud. His face that was grumbling furiously, turned sad, as fast as lightning turned again into this adorable.

" Later one o'clock in the afternoon you must be at the airport, do not be late. Wait for me!" I buttoned up some buttons on my shirt I had taken off. Gently stroking the smooth cheeks that have always been the object of an anxious pinch.

" Where are you going?" Annely asked without looking me in the eye.

" Just wait for me at the airport, remember one o'clock should be ready there! Okay?"

Cup cup cup cup. I kissed his forehead, both cheeks and lips, without waiting for an answer from him.

***

12.30 I'm waiting for Om Bimo at the airport. It sucks, he told me to wait without giving me a ticket. If you estimate from the flight hours, maybe the destination Om Bimo is Jayapura. Whats? Why run away there?

Many people pass by, there are cctv in various locations. The chances of escape at the airport are minimal. I'm starting to worry, what if Daddy finds us? With errors that multiply my punishment is not light.

Oh where the Om was for so long. What the hell is he doing? I want to pee, but I'll wait for Om. I have done my hair a few times. Whether out of vigilance or what, I changed my hairstyle by cutting it a little, coloring it in violet gray.

I wore round glasses, also wearing a white t-shirt top, a subordinate pair of short jeans above the knee.

A style I've never been interested in before.

Fifteen minutes passed, I felt a light clap of hands on my back. Om Bimo is coming. Uh wait, he's wearing colorful fish-patterned shorts. BTS oblong T-shirt. Is it really the Kpopers? How did I just realize.

Where her hair was smeared brown again. Wear bangs that cover the forehead. His genius-ass glasses were perched sweetly on the nose of that excess bone.

Fiks, I'm sure, it's fake hair, Om it's floppy hair, where it can grow in an instant.

" Hey, pretty, ready to slide?" He sat down beside me, speaking with a straight forward look. I immediately understood, then took my surprised look from Om Bimo.

" Quick go to the toilet, and then meet me next to Indomaret." Om Bimo pretended to take a call from someone.

" Come, we've been waiting for the taxi driver" she told me again, with a cell phone still perched in her ear.

" I'll explain later" He seems to understand my confusion.

" We don't look close together at the airport. Bye" Om Bimo walked out leaving me.

I obeyed Om Bimo's orders, after waiting at least five minutes.

Go in briefly to the toilet and then go out, if possible do not get highlighted cctv when out. I was thinking how to look different again. I finally took out a red blazer, tied it to my waist. My hair is ponytail, and I wear a white hat. Perfects.

I thought as much as I could walk next to someone, when I saw a mother about to come out, I approached her pretending to ask. And how happy, Goddess Fortuna supported me.

The mother who introduced herself by the name Pure was very friendly, a little chatty actually. But the plausible value is that we talked at length until the exit. Gratitude.

" Where are we going?" I approached Om Bimo who was standing looking at the hand beside the taxi car.

" While our time to Yogyakarta" A sweet smile slid from Om Bimo's slightly brownish lips. Probably because of smoking. His right hand stroked my hair, while his left hand opened the car door in the passenger seat.

" What?" I screamed in wonder. But keep getting into the taxi. Long time outside is also not good, can be discovered later.

" Today I booked a plane ticket to Jayapura"

" A plane ticket to Bali tomorrow"

" Later to Yogyakarta take the train"

Om Bimo opened the conversation when the taxi started to go. His hand did not hold my hand. Sometimes my hands also have to feel how soft and supple her lips are.

" Oohhh I understand. We're not going off the island. We will not stay in Yogyakarta either. Where are we really going?" I began to understand the direction of Om Bimo's conversation, a little understanding of the more artful way of escape.

" The place where Daddy wouldn't think we were there. A place where we can enjoy the beautiful nature of the countryside. A place where we won't be lacking even though I'm just starting my business there." Om Bimo explained in full mystery, his eyes staring into my eyes so deeply. Like saying that he will take care of me with all his soul.

" No need to use puzzles, rich LCC race only Om" I hid my heart beat with a grunt.

" The City of Santri" Om Bimo answered briefly, his eyes completely unaffected by my grunts. He looked at me with love, support and I don't know.

" Haa???" I am still confused by the answer to the mystery.