Annelyn And Om Bimo

Open Fasting

" Hiihhss's.. Never mind, how much are these groceries?" I handed you a hundred thousand.

" Consider mothers, if my husband cooks well I don't share" I melengos left those who are still cool files prickly.

Fighting them only makes me lose control. Emotional and arrogant, have never been in the dictionary of my life journey, but this time inevitably I have to be arrogant to them, let me know the taste. Life continues, there is no other work.

**

At 22:45, Annelyn woke up from her sleep, used to sleep with a warm figure beside her, making the cold night feel empty, when she did not find her husband.

She walks into the kitchen, feeling her husband is still struggling with cooking ingredients. And sure enough, she found her husband had just finished arranging some of the cut vegetables into the refrigerator.

" Now, how come you haven't slept?" Annelyn sat on the dining table chair, her hand grabbed the glass and filled it with water. Drink it with one gulp.

" I just finished preparing the materials for the catering tomorrow, why wake up Lyn?" Bimo sat next to Annelyn after washing her hands. He noticed the sleepy face of his little wife.

" Can't sleep, Om" Annelyn lazily snatches the rest of the chicken in a serving hood, dabbing it into a bowl of mayonnaise.

" Hayo can't sleep without my embrace ya" Om Bimo sneered, smiling ignorantly.

" Yes" Blushhh Annelyn's cheeks are as red as a tomato.

Bimo patted her feet, hinting Annelyn to sit on his lap.

According to her husband, Annelyn sat on Bimo's lap. Her hands were twitching spoiled around Bimo's neck while her head was leaning against the chest of the husband's field.

" Would I hang Lyn?"Bimo lirih. Bimo's right hand stroked Annelyn's cheek, gently holding her wife's chin, making Annelyn's fragile face stare with a pair of Bimo's eagle-eyes that shone expectantly.

" I'm a normal man dear" Bimo then held tightly to Annelyn with both hands.

" Emmm" Annelyn hesitantly replied.

" How about a prick?" A ludicrous answer came from Annelyn's tiny lips.

" Haa??" Bimo stared in confusion.

" Yes dicil starts from the kiss hugs it's Om"

Obviously Annelyn looked down, apparently she was very embarrassed.

" Hahaha it turns out there is also a wife who installments yes, do you think motorbike?" Bimo chuckled, asked nosy to Annelyn, adding to the look of a face as red as a tomato was getting red.

" Hihhs"

" Push your eyes Lyn! We should try it, if you're complacent it means cash." Again Bimo teased his wife, the shy face was so adorable. Besides, if Annelyn agrees, she wins a lot, right? Who is not complacent with the touch of an ex-casanova like himself.

" Where can that be!"

" May dong, if you're not sure of yourself that's okay, let's just sleep" Bimo laughed dismissively.

"I know you're actually impatient". Bimo put up another bait.

"Then there's no reason to refuse Lyn, I promise to stop if you're not ready and not complacent" The shameless husband still beguiles his wife.

"It's okay" Annelyn relented. Why refuse constantly, anyway Bimo is his wife.

' Yes, finally breaking fast too'

***

Hoooaammmmh.

Annelyn yawned, wriggling. Still unaware of what happened last night, he sat leaning on the head of the bed.

Her beautiful eyes looked at the wall clock, it was eight more than a quarter.

" Oh my God... Where'd I put my face?" Both of his hands covered his face. Shame mixed awkwardly encompassed his feelings when last night's events revolved beautifully in his brain, like the memory of a movie yes-yes.

" I went back to sleep" Annelyn prepared to take a pretty sleeping position. But a sweet smile reminded her, today was the first time Bimo got a catering order.

" This is the first day of work. Huhhh, I'm ashamed". He rushed to the bathroom, it felt like taking a bath for a moment to melt the groggy taste, but whatever the power, his heart did not have the heart to let Om Bimo work alone.

With a towel wrapped around her beautiful body, she walked towards the three-door wooden cabinet. Choose peach colored dress, white ribbon hair tie. Polishing his father's face with make up he learned from the tutoring teacher his Daddy had hired.



" Beautiful princess whose voice was so sweet that she made her husband soar into the sky seven" Om Bimo's voice made Annelyn blush even more, with cheeks as red as a boiled crab.

" What the hell is Om" Annelyn sat beside Bimo, she slid her legs, the long living room sofa giving comfort while sitting casually crossed legs.

" Is this over, Om?" Look at the number of foods that have been neatly packed in Styrofoam.

" Yes, nine o'clock is taken" Om Bimo replied as he read the newspaper on his phone.

Ohhh

" Hahaha, fitter right?" Om Bimo put his phone on the living room table.

" That's what Lyn night sports are all about. Later that night we repeat, it must be routine so that the maximum results" Bimo increasingly aggressively tempting, more precisely launching a negotiation action.

" Max what? My body feels crumpled. I told you I'm tired, rest first, eh Om even continued teroosss". Annelyn's turn to nag,

" But good?" Bimo teased again.

Blush. Ah again Annelyn blushed in embarrassment.

" Hahaha" Bimo chuckled, gently shuffling Annelyn's hair.

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