Annelyn And Om Bimo

The Beautiful Risya

Three months passed without a hitch, the relationship between Bimo Bagaskoro and Annelyn Bagaskoro became increasingly sticky. Their household was running smoothly, surfing Bimo catering business. He even recruited two employees to help him cook and send orders. He has regular customers, 250 servings a day for lunch, 70 servings a day for dinner between 8 p.m. Not to mention if there's an order here.

The role of Annelyn did not escape the rapid progress of Bimo's efforts, he was the dependable treasurer Bimo had met. Annelyn is good at calculating finances. His marketing technique is also quite unique, he is friends with his enemies two julid, yes even though he is the same, but he gets many benefits. In addition to having friends to fight against the julid duo who always sneered at him, he also had a bestie with her lips dynamic able to attract the interest of the surrounding community.

" It's finally finished too". Annelyn squirmed, stretching her hand and back muscles. At 09:15, two hundred lunch orders and fifty snacks of the Bu RT snake were delivered. Take a break, later in the afternoon start working for night orders.

Tired up? Not very. Risya, the cooking assistant Bimo recruited was very reliable and deft. It can help almost 70% of Bimo's cooking jobs. So Annelyn just needs to help pack it up. Risya is a twenty-five-year-old woman who lives in the rented property of Bu Tejo, one of her best friends, Annelyn.

" Huh Mom, tired huh?" Risya asked Annelyn, she thrust out a plate of 2 steamed brownies covered in grated cheese.

" Not Ris" Annelyn snatched a slice of brownies, happily devouring them.

Not finished swallowing those sweet brownies when suddenly.

Huek.

" What's wrong with you, Ris?" Annelyn asked in surprise, afraid that Risya's soy sauce was helping her.

" No idea Mom, my head is suddenly dizzy huh, smelling brownies" Risya covered her nose walking towards the bathroom near the kitchen.

Huuweekk. Uhk uh.

Annelyn hurriedly followed Risya to the bathroom.

" Riss? You all right?" Annelyn made sure after Risya came out of the bathroom while wiping her lips and wiping away the tears.

" It's okay, Mom. Just because of the smell of brownies, ma'am." Risya tried to smile more kindly.

" It doesn't smell, Ris." Annelyn seemed to think.

" Don't you bunting, Ris. Uh but you're a girl." Annelyn became aware of his words and passed away leaving Risya.

" Having?" After Annelyn died, Risya asked herself. Reflexively his hand stroked the stomach that was still flat.

***

Annelyn POV.

Annelyn had a look on Risya's face, she felt that something was hidden by her work, but could a good girl like Risya be pregnant? If yes, then with whom?

A figure of a stocky man flashed through his mind.

Hanifs? Isn't it just Hanif who has been close to Risya. They often deliver catering together. Hanif a 27-year-old man who became a cattle rancher rather than working as a construction worker or factory worker like the majority of the surrounding community.

But what is possible? Hanif was the most polite man Annelyn had ever met. In addition to his religious knowledge also can not be doubted, he broke down the boarding school that is not a can of history in this city.

" What are you thinking, Lyn?" A warm voice greeted my daydream, as warm as the hands of the owner of the voice that was holding me from behind.

" I thought of Risya and Hanif." Then my eyes looked far away. I don't know why I feel bad, like there's going to be trouble. And all this time my instincts have never been wrong.

" Riska vomited this morning, she said, because she smelled brownies, but they didn't smell. I suspect she's pregnant, honey." I explained the anxiety I was feeling.

" And you think that guy is Hanif? Don't be crazy, Lyn." Om Bimo chuckled, with a hug wrapped around my waist.

" Hishh, I'm not crazy, just guessing." I argue back, lately my mood has been very bad. Is it because I'm too tired and have too many thoughts?

" Not necessarily Risya pregnant, and if pregnant is not Hanif the person." Om Bimo kissed the top of my hair. Certainly fragrant. Her favorite cherry white scent hair lotion.

" While it's only been a while, I'm pretty sure Hanif can't possibly do that, he's a good guy who's devoted to his religion." Om Bimo explained the reason. True too, Hanif is too good to do mes*m

" It's the same behind me." I foolishly elbowed Om Bimo.

" Hehe, I've been converted to Love, after all it was youuuuuu once, before I knew how I felt about you." The tighter Om Bimo hugged my body, I thought I was not short of breath.

" Yuk, sleep is already night, not to mention there is a couple ritual that I must fulfill." Om Bimo smiled smirk.

" What the hell, honey? from the first time until now I've never rested." With a frown I protested against Om Bimo who was too hot. I walked away from Bimo to the bed. Sebal also long ago the same Om. Ask for the rations.

" It's okay dong, later if it's time you can get pregnant also I can't often." Om Bimo caught up with me. Keep following Om

Degm .. The statement of Om Bimo then grew a sense of insecure in my heart. Even lately during the relationship, Om Bimo has always prevented my pregnancy by spilling its contents outside. My uterus is not yet strong enough to get pregnant again she said.

***

A week passed.

I grew suspicious of Risya, from that day on, she looked very depressed, not to mention her pale countenance, making my instincts as a woman very sensitive to what was happening.

Moreover, from that day on, she always worked with clothes and makeup as inappropriate. Sometimes he even wears short jeans over the thighs, and a thinner blouse that is more precisely somewhat see-through.

I don't know, my mind wanders too much, unaware that the gymnastics DVD I set is done.

I opened my phone, there was a notification on the social media. News. I created a fake account to keep in touch with the outside world.

' Recently, the public was shocked by the news of the pregnancy of a conglomerate daughter with the young President, Bimo Bagaskoro who some time ago died due to an accident.'

' Young businessman who is also the daughter of a pregnant conglomerate without a husband. Allegedly her future husband was the victim of an accident, the young president of the most mysterious conglomerate family in the universe. Bimo Bagaskoro's'

' The conglomerate's daughter is pregnant with a man who is even public still ambiguous with his real face. How did the Bagaskoro family respond? It's still a mystery.'

'Will Calysta, the beautiful young talented businessman, get justice from the Bagaskoro family?'