Annelyn And Om Bimo

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Tests. Annelyn wiped the tears that flowed down her cheeks.

' what else is this God?'

He quickly moved from the gym room, more precisely the empty room that Bimo transformed into a sports room for Annelyn. In order for when exercising whether gymnastics or yoga or whatever Annelyn wants to do, no one sees let alone other men.

" Be??" Annely called her husband.

Bee, usually juxtaposed with mel in Spanish means bee and honey. Yes, a pair of bees and honey that until the end of life will always depend on each other.

Unfortunately Bimo considers the word 'Mel' too inadequate Indonesian National Standard. So he prefers to call Lyn or Love. More suited to SNI tongue he said.

" Be!!" Annelyn called Bimo who was making breakfast.

" Well, what's wrong with Lyn?" The man came still with an apron attached to his gallant body.

" Calysta's pregnant." Without further ado Annelyn said it, she wanted to see firsthand the expression of the man who was currently her husband.

" And then??" Bimo looks ordinary.

Test tests. Annelyn's tears were dripping.

" I've never done it with Calysta, Love! Never is." Bimo approached his wife.

" He's a beautiful, great woman. A I can't really trust you, Bee." Annelyn expressed doubt. Want to believe in Bimo, but afraid that the man in front of him is lying.

" He's pregnant! And me?" Call Annelyn insecure with her condition that must not be pregnant and is not necessarily able to get pregnant again.

" Feel me Love, believe me. I don't need a child if I'm not with you, Love." Bimo hugged his wife.

" A husband can betray his wife, but an uncle, a father, a nanny who doubles as one is unlikely to hurt his baby." He whispered softly, stroking his wife's long hair, just hoping to be trusted.

" My lovely little wife, trust me." Bimo begged. Whereas Annelyn only nodded resignedly, she could not help but trust her Bimonya Om.

Cluting cluting cluting.

' The real face of the late businessman, Bimo Bagaskoro. Revealed by the media after her lover, Calysta uploaded a photo of the future father of the baby with the caption (return him to me and my baby) a few minutes ago. But there are irregularities that are still a question and debate of netizens who are beautiful women who are being embraced by Bimo Bagaskoro. Is the handsome businessman still alive and in hiding?'



Just a few minutes of the upload, there have been hundreds or even nearly a thousand people commenting on social media. Though the photo was taken when Bimo won the title of S2.

' Oh no, that's my boss handsome!'

' Oh my God. That's a fix to escape responsibility. You handsome rich man has a muan, choose the younger one'

' Though still beautiful Calysta, kok willing to leave everything for the sake of girls huh'

' Oh sir my boss, still fits calysta.'

' Strange, Calysta never uploaded a photo with Mr. Bimo, even another cwe that can be photographed with him. Actually her lover is just a bust of Calysta ya'

"I beg you to trust me, not as a husband or lover, trust me as I love my daughter Annelyn!" Bimo stared fixedly at the news on the smart phone that Annelyn had read.

He knows who this is. You old man!

***

Two weeks passed peacefully, all the media seemed to be silent with Bimo's news. I don't know what Pram and Karina did, which must have been all at the behest of Bagaskoro's elders. Although there was little doubt in Annelyn's mind, she still chose to trust her husband.

Sunny week, early in the morning the best friend Julid duo Annelyn has come to ravage the stock of snacks at her home. At first Bimo was a little dislike of the way they talked about bar-bars, but after many times they visited to finish all the food, Bimo knew both people his age were qualified. In a sense, they have an invisible mentality and dedication. Maybe the experience of a household makes them more of a figure of parents full of advice.

" Eh Lyn, yummy yo so you live a foot barge got a handsome husband." Ma'am Saudah sleeps while her lips do not stop chewing tofu walik dicocol spicy sauce sown bon chili level 30. Even her veil had already sagged forward obscuring her eyes.

" Iyo Lyn, ora koyo wake dewe. Duwe husband gantenge ra sepiro, rekasane uwoooo" Bu Tejo chimed. Her real name is Bu Shofia, because her jealous husband is named Sutejo, she is often called Bu Tejo.

Haha. Everyone in the backyard laughed.

" Mommy, my husband will be angry." Annelyn sipped a warm tea, she glanced at her husband who was struggling with the Cucak Ijo bird.

There are two Cucak Ijo birds at home, as a filler for leisure and entertainment for Bimo. A workaholic man like himself can go crazy if there is no work.

" That knows? Risya is pregnant. In my contract again crowded also talk about the test pack found by Bu RT when visiting Risya's contract." Bu Tejo was still busy chewing the walik tofu, there was no fatigue of the mouths of the two of them, from earlier on.

" Orange also vomits in the morning. Wes tree koyo wong nyidam." Add Bu Tejo again.

" Hush! You talk kuwi Jo Tejo, mbok ya think first. Who is bunting, who makes bunting? Kan yo iseh virgin. It could be a cold" Ms. Saudah was not too influenced by gossip before there was certainty.

" Halah Bu Dah, son of Saiki wes time ordinary ngunu kuwi. Ever been open? Mbok? I'm so smart to know that's a virgin." Ms. Tejo was still tight with her words.

" Lha cake yo ndodro. Emang wes mok USG lha kok reti nak bunting?" As usual if it is not stopped they can be bickered until the apocalypse. But strangely they remain BESTie.

" Already Mom, why the storm, later also found out if really pregnant." Annelyn mediates.

" Yuk Lyn we're going to a big ice shop near the market! Oh, you know, tree mantle." Take Miss Saudah.

" Iyup Lyn, you'll buy us!" Timpal Bu Tejo's.

They always get along when it comes to food.

" Oh yes, go for a walk."

" I said yes to my husband!"

***

Bimo POV's.

At first I was fiddling open the story of the application with the green logo, there are only a few contact numbers on my new phone.

My eyes were fixed on Risya's story, though not opening it I could see the status of her outpouring.

The reflex of my hand opened, and to my surprise, before the story seen on the status page, there was a photo story of a man and a woman. I don't know who that man is I don't care, but the beautiful lady who wears a peach-colored wedding dress, I'm sure he's Siska. He's the first, everything the first.