Annelyn And Om Bimo

Neighbor Julid.

Crazy you Pram!. I came here to make sure my niece doesn't tarnish the family's good name by running away from her fiance" The much-respected old man left no trace of wisdom at all. Too authoritarian to interfere in the household affairs of others.

" You think I'm stupid? The accident was just camouflage. More than you, the salt acid of life I've ever tasted." He stood stomping his staff full of emphasis, his sharp eyes looking down on the middle-aged couple in front of him. A couple who still look young and classy.

" Find him. Or Calysta's gonna make trouble, I hear they stay together a lot. Don't let the child of a pregnant person out of wedlock because of your sister" And out of nowhere the old man b*ngk* heard cheap gossip deliberately fried and peppered by irresponsible parties.

Unfortunately everyone believed the rumor, except Karina. He knew very well the taste of Bimo Bagaskoro. And Calysta wasn't the one, yes even though she was very beautiful talented.

" And you! Learn to be a good mother to your daughter. Studying abroad did not make him forget his home, until he had never returned to visit his grandfather" Karina who was sitting quietly was also sprayed.

The two of them could only obey the orders of the family elder, refuting was also useless. Except when his Uncle and Aunt insulted his parents, Pram couldn't stay silent.

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Annelyn POV.

It's been two weeks that Om Bimo and I have been living in this beautiful little town. Kudus, santri town, kretek city. Om Bimo built a house at the foot of Mount Muria. Not a luxury housing complex, but a simple house that blends with the surrounding community. The community is almost all housewives, aged 30 years. The village is still thick with customs, along with the tradition of gossip that every day makes me want to clot my ears.

The first time mingling with the community, they flocked to ask questions, maybe they were talking to new homeowners who had not come. Yes, this house was built when I officially divorced my ex-husband. It is natural that they are waiting for my arrival, the owner of a new house that is always dark without occupants.

" Lyn, help me out here!" Om Bimo's voice interrupted my daydream. The city air is still clean, making me feel at home in the teak swings, under the mango tree.

I approached Om who was drying clothes, very diligent Om this. Always wash every morning.

I had previously banned him from washing, but he was good at evading, saying he could die of boredom. Yes, I can even foot barges, most of my job is just ironing the same daily shopping.

" From now on you're drying Lyn's clothes, I've started to open business"

Cup. One kiss started my activities drying clothes. A job I haven't done in two weeks to be his wife.

" What effort" I asked, when my hand reached for the interior of my clothes that would be dried Om.

Usually also Om who wash and sunbathe my interior, but this really feels embarrassed when looking directly. Hehe. Usually I just sit watching him do his homework, enjoying his cake. You can call me doormat.

" Catering, tomorrow there is an order, 120 portions per day" Om Bimo explained, his eyes can not be separated from staring at my movements.

" The factory employee who marketed my business, not in vain also promoted by sharing cuisine" he smiled. Uh sweetness.

" Sip, you are the treasurer and the packaging part only" Om Bimo arranged the bucket near the cleaning rack.

" Well boss Bimo" I said, my right hand saluting like a sister to the Scout's sister.

" My husband is my boss. Hahaha" He laughed mockingly. I'm sorry again. Just know him that his wife likes to read novels My husband is my boss.

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" Eh Neng Alyn, buy chicken as well gurame continue neng, ndak doyan tempe know tah? O city boy" The voice of the mothers I know is Tini's Mom.

" Hehe, yes Ma'am, how else, my husband's money is down". M*mp*us rasain you ma'am, who told her mouth to melt.

" Did cocky" Bu Usli chimed. His name is Muslim, but his behavior. Beeuuhhh more than netizen medsos.

" What job is Neng? It looks like at the house wae, when did the husband sit down" Right?? His mouth never ate at school.

" Oh No, what gini era? Rich doesn't do work." I said chiming in on Ms. Muslimah, I put on a mocking face while sorting vegetables, my smooth hands with shiny nails caused envy, just look at the eyes of the gossip mums beside me. His eyes were looking at my hands. Maybe my ring too.

" Eh Neng do not be arrogant, the husband is unemployed, every day at home." Tini defended her friend. I've been choosing meat, but I'm sure the choice falls on salted fish as usual.

" Heh the mothers of the lumpies, can not if talking filtered." I'm sick of it, every shopping always gets smeared. Not knowing!

" My husband has just opened a catering business, but he has not sold well like the sale of Kang Vegetables. But, we still have enough money, the proof is that every day I love you food rations as well." I clearly. Rasain you, if in the same box rice love my husband only mouth muanis, honey T* just lost.

" I'm ra due chicken. So Yo wants no food. If I had yo wes nakake" Hih mouth Bu Tini, what most chili eat yes, kok talk rich bon chili level 30.

" I'm the pancen tak sumbangke nang morotuoku, lha piye maneh, wong results ngepet ya not worth using to yu. " Now, this is again Miss Muslimah supports her coworkers.

The characteristics of a daughter-in-law are not worth emulating. In-laws are given things that he doesn't like. Her mother-in-law's time was likened to a dumping ground. Patience Lyn, patience. Don't let julid. Muslimah Bibi's son in Bagaskoro's house alone is as good as an angel. It's so funny here that his neck is more than a life-revoking angel.

Thought I do not understand Javanese, I arek Surabaya gaes, yes understand when they julyid use regional language.

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Hi gaess I long yes up her, sorry still not excited, the contract has not been accepted, still an initial review, but take it easy. This novel must be finished, love you all