Annelyn And Om Bimo

A Complicated Plan.

"Haaa??" I'm still confused by Om Bimo's mystery-filled answer.

Maybe at a time like this is still cool.

I saw Om Bimo smiling knot, bodo time, the important thing is I am safe, comfortable and peaceful.

Perhaps the silence in the taxi makes the perverted soul of Om Bimo thrash. At first his ignorant hand just embraces my waist, long-time fumbling that no-no. Huh.

Placed. I hit his shameless naughty finger, guerrilla in a place where it shouldn't be.

" Okay, not even twenty-four hours married yet already have a KDRT" Om Bimo pretended to whine, put on a face melas complete with pupils eyes.

It doesn't match his face, it usually looks fierce.

" Bodo is very" . Ketusku. It's nice Om Bimo, isn't it ashamed of the taxi driver in front? Already smiling to myself, surely the taxi driver was laughing at the perverted old man beside me.

" Hehehe" Mana Om Bimo just chuckled. Sucks. I looked out the window, letting the naughty hand act as I pleased. Lazy also serve Om Bimo, will not win he admitted.

" We in Yogyakarta just pass by. Just leave a trace". Om Bimo rests his head on my shoulder. His oversized body forced him to bend as well.

" It's very difficult Om". Only that sentence flashed through my brain, as Om Bimo's breath shot into my ear. Bringing a feeling I want to forget.

" I've contracted a house there, also already paid people for a while taking care of small businesses. Daddy must have been fooled into ransacking Yogyakarta. Hahaha" Still had a good laugh.

" What are Jayapura and Bali tickets for?" I grumbled, Om very complicated, just want to run away should be like ******, was, thought we fugitive country.

" Daddy is a great person, I hope you don't forget, if he wants to find, one cheat is not enough Lyn" Om Bimo explained with his flagship cool support. It's like a midwife. Mainstays.

" What a great thing, I just got away with it easily" Cibirku.

" That's because Daddy didn't intend to look for you." Om Bimo sneered. Is this what always says love??

Deghs. But Om Bimo is right. Daddy wasn't looking for you, even shutting down Mama's access, to the point that wherever Mama went there had to be a Daddy man escorting her, making sure Mama wasn't looking for me.

Huh. If I had never existed in this world, Daddy and Mama would have lived in harmony. Creating a marriage of love in the Bagaskoro family.

No matter how long it took, we finally arrived at the train station. During the train ride from Jakarta to Yogyakarta I spent my time sleeping, occasionally waking up to see the news on television.

I vaguely caught the news on television, broadcasting the accident that killed the Bagaskoro family's youngest son from the Opa side.

Deghs.

Isn't that Om Bimo. My eyes widened, staring at the LED screen that was loud.

" At 10:13 there was an accident on Xx Bridge, which killed the youngest son of the late family conglomerate Bagaskoro II. The single accident resulted in heavy congestion, because the sports car boarded by young businessman Bimo Bagaskoro exploded on the spot. Even before the victim was evacuated."

Reflek, my head turned to the side, my heart was timid to see the charming smile of the man I loved so much. Not a word came out of my mouth, neither did his mouth. He just smiled a smile and tightened his arms around my waist.

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Bimo POV's.

The long excruciating journey, the journey to Yogyakarta on the train, I could only hug without doing more. She is both religious and state as my wife. When do I officiate the wedding? Just earlier.

The news of my accident turned out to have sniffed the media. The television station raced to present the news of my accident, a little peppering, not infrequently exaggerating. Unfortunately, none of the media knows the face of Bagaskoro's descendants.

I can imagine how furious my brother and father-in-law were, he was smart enough to know all this, especially against the defiant attitude I showed when he was going to make me President, even when fighting myself with Calysta. Especially if he finds out my purpose was to engineer an accident to live with his daughter.

Annelyn, who had been sleeping because of the news on television, looked at me. I could only offer a wordless smile, my lips twinkled at the glare of his sharp eyes. Does love really make a man like me feel bad?

I put my hand on her shoulder, the sneakers she wore made her look petite in my eyes. Even though his body is already the national standard of Indonesia, what I am that exceeds the standard? No, my body is perfect.

Actually, Annelyn and I were a little distracted with a few pairs of eyes that looked at us with awward eyes. Maybe because of my appearance, in Jakarta my appearance looks ordinary, but Yogyakarta? The area that is still thick with customs, culture and customs make me seem strange. Male K-Popers.

Luckily I was embracing an angel as pretty as Annelyn, maybe if the one I was holding was Lim, people could think of myself as gay. Yes, although Koreans are not all gay, but the views of Adam Indonesia are already seperated. Less macho, he said. Unlike the Indonesian women who consider Korean actors like Greek gods.

We stopped at the Mushroom pack food stall, ordered two servings of Gudeg Tewel. Annelyn was sitting in front of me, her springy fingers outstretched toasting the monyos cake.

Here I am no longer the target of people's kepo eyes, but Annelyn, her beautiful face and her shaky posture, hypnotize the buyers who are mostly young men.

A handsome young maid with a circular tattoo on her arm, presenting our order, following Annelyn's favorite orange ice and my order warm tea.

" Nyesel I eat here" I said after swallowing a mouthful of rice.

" Why Om? Not delicious?" Annelyn, who was just about to bribe the rice, asked, without eating before I answered.

" It's good, but look at them! Never before had his eyes plugged. Not polite concerned about people's wives" My grunts made both of her adorable eyeballs glare sharply.

" Our jealous?"

Honestly, is there a man in my position who doesn't feel jealous? If there is certainly no love.

" When is that why?" With the PD I said jealous. No need to be with your own wife. Better to open up to each other. After all open fellow couples are indeed obliged, in addition to avoiding disputes in the future, is not open also able to create the next generation of the nation?

" Hahaha, Om Bimo is funny" Annelyn laughed? Can he hear my heart.

" Here is Om, this is the plan where we want to go?" He asked back.

" I've hired a contract. But we can't stay here, we'll go straight to Kudus" I sipped my order tea.

Annelyn was confused.

" Your handsome husband has bought a new motorcycle. Var*o" Imbuhku's.

" Not most of the time. We have to get there as soon as possible. Through the path of the rat only later to be safer". I patted her on the cheek, waking her from the confusion.

" Oh yeah, your phone will give you the same one that has a contract, tell it to turn on after 3 days"

Both of my eyebrows up and down teasing him, the plan was to stop by first to the rented house.

" Will you?" Annelyn answered listlessly. The complexity of the escape plan that I put together made the spirit of the 45 turned into the spirit of the 21st century.

" I'll pay the guy" I broke up.

" My phone will also be active after four days, I've been handing over the same Bogor people. Hahaha" I laughed, seeing her face that came back cute as well, let alone my in-laws.

Imagining my father-in-law's face that was flushed red, made my mood bright. Not maxutku durhaka, just that I still do not accept with the matchmaking he did. It's good that I'm peppered on a woman like Calysta.

At 22:15 I rode my new motorcycle, still shiny new. Two suitcases of mine and Annelyn, I stacked up behind the piggybacking Annelyn, I asked people for help to tie her up. One more suitcase I move the contents into a carry bag, I carry in front of my stomach. Hehe ribet? That is the struggle that I and Princess Annelyn have to do.

Through the rat road, my vehicle can't speed as it used to. 'Dangerous, many children passed by in the street.'

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Sorry yes readers, new author healed from pain, baby author too. The meriang hatchh2 body continues, the head is made to think more frown. sorry bgt yaa. love you.