Annelyn And Om Bimo

Advice from Mom

Bimo POV's.

" Lin, I want to talk to you both." I approached my wife who looked pale.

He wears a dress under his knees in glory, with transparent arms forming a soft impression. Plus his long hair decomposes with matching bandanas, further adding to the aura of fragility.

I love everything she has, including the way she dresses. At any given moment, she could look like a young woman full of vigor and determination. Sometimes it's a spoiled little girl, too, and now she exudes an aura of fragility that makes you want to protect her.

" What's up, Bee?" He followed my footsteps out of the inpatient room.

I asked him to sit in the chair next to me, if there was no one here, I would put him in my lap. I really miss the scent of flowers scattered on her body.

" You know he's been blackmailed.." I started the conversation.

"Hmm that's how he said." He cut my question.

" I'm planning to cover the cost of her treatment, Lyn. Do you mind?"

" It's better that way, she's also working with us, her salary's nothing, pity the baby." My wife is very nice, and sweet of course. She inherited Karina's kindness, my max ups Mama-in-law.

I grabbed her waist, seeing that she was not reacting, I chose to kiss her cheek.

Cup. Muachs.

Sorry Lyn, I kept everything a secret from you, I don't want you to be burdened by my past with Siska. My mind feels very sinful.

Seeing that Risya was lying weak, my heart was slightly pinched, she was her sister Siska indirectly she was also my sister. If I hadn't taken Siska's chastity, her husband wouldn't have gotten angry and vented it all on Risya.

All the mistakes I made seemed to be firmly imprinted in my memory. I can't stay silent, I have to account for my actions, at least by financing Risya's life, anyway my income is more than enough. Not to mention before I ran away with Annelyn, I had already cashed out hundreds of millions. Enough to keep watch.

I looked at my wife's face again. He's getting pale, is he sick?

" You look pale Lyn. How do you feel, baby?" I stroked her tender cheeks like tomatoes.

" I'm just tired Bee, still in shock too." He didn't want to look at me at all.

" Want me to take you home? I'm still waiting for Bu Tejo with Bu Dah, they're planning on staying here." I explained the reason why I can't go home now.

" I'm just waiting for you Bee." She smiled at me, but her unusual smile, adding to the anxiety in my heart.

" Have you eaten Lyn?"

" Not yet."

" What do you want to eat?" I asked as gently as possible.

His eyes looked fixed into my eyeballs. I don't know if I feel like I'm on trial.

Hehe.

He chuckles. It's weird that my wife is today.

" Emm noodle meatballs rib Bee. Near the side of the hospital there is. Delicious Bee said." He said enthusiastically. The expression on his face that was serious immediately turned cheerful.

" Oh yeah, let's just walk." I held her hand.

As we walked, many pairs of male eyes stared at my wife, was it because I was too old? Or my wife who looks small like my son? So they did not know it was in front of her own husband. It sucks!

Along the way, he kept chattering, this story was it, but he did not tell at all the events that happened in Risya's contract. I also refused to ask. Not wanting to ruin the peaceful atmosphere by recalling the terrible incident.

" Bee, I'm late for the moon." Suddenly he spoke seriously.

" May I be pregnant?" This question I was afraid would come out of his mouth.

" Preferably not first, the condition of your uterus is not healthy enough. You're afraid you'll do something." I gulped bitterly while gently stroking her hair.

" Well, for example, pregnant?" He's still stoic apparently.

" Yes grateful, you have to bed rest and can not do anything. I'll serve twenty-four hours nonstop!" I said while patting my chest with pride.

" How late are you?" I asked.

" Just two days. Hehe." She smiled shyly. I know she really hopes to get pregnant again even if the odds are small.

Sometimes he's a little insecure. Even I also sometimes say I don't want to have children as long as I can live with him, but still unable to make his confidence back to the way it was.

Our marriage is only a few months, like many years if it has been about children.

Arriving at the meatball stall we were heading to, I ordered the meatballs myself, letting Annelyn choose a seat. Quite a lot of visitors, there are rows of mas ojol in line, possibly up to ten people.

" Sir, a two-part meatball noodle, which is twice the meat. Drink two ice syrups." I said I ordered some food, and then I approached my wife who was sitting in the corner.

" Do you know where Lyn is from when there's a rib meatball stall?" I was a little surprised, all this time he had never traveled other than to the market.

" Oh, from his son Bu Tejo, he said he had been invited here with his girlfriend, so sweet that." Both of his hands were holding his head lazily.

" It's just the usual place." My chirps. Indeed the place is nice and clean, the panata is also neat, but what is romantic?

" What so sweet is the name of Bee's stall, ribs. Just like I was your rib. Means I'm your soul mate."

Annely explained enthusiastically. This is also what I like about him, very expressive. A moment of gloom, a moment lazy and immediately cheerful.

" Why not the head bone, spine or tailbone? Haha." My god as always.

" Not all the teeth? Old man is not romantic." His facial expression changed. Funny too.

" Hehehe, old like you K.O, hahaha." I continued the flirting session.

" Monggos." A waiter served our order.

I saw the face of my wife sitting in front of me, her eyes twinkling like they were finding a diamond. If it is like a cartoon Upin Ipin yes he is like Ehsan, his saliva has dripped imagining will eat meatball noodles.

Annelyn added six spoons of sambal, seven spoons of pickles, vinegar and soy sauce. The bowl was like it did not fit, as he stirred his meat noodles, there were some who got scattered. If all the customers are like my wife, the shop owner must be pat jidat. Hehe

Just now he's sipping his meat sauce.

" Be?" He looked at me, his eyes perfectly round, sparkling brighter.

" It feels good Bee, I want to come here once a week Bee."

" Don't eat most of Lyn noodles!" I prevented his wish, if obeyed, once a week could be every day.

" But this is delicious Bee, if I were pregnant, would have been a daily food list. Hehe." No, he started again.

" Already, I have not planned to make you pregnant. The proof's been out this week." I shake my head. My wife is obsessed with pregnancy.

" But it was in Bee before, where it was two days late." She was still talking about pregnancy.

It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I'm not ready to see her increase insecure if it turns out that she can't get pregnant again.

" Yes, it's just Lyn's forgetfulness. Understand that's amazing." It's hard to swallow this meatball noodle.

There was a sense of tightness in my heart whenever Annelyn was late for the month, whether it was a day or a week. The previous month she was expecting to get pregnant. Therefore I do not want to impregnate him first, I am not ready to have to accept questions like this every month.

" Bee, pack two servings yes, make Bu Tejo the same Bu Dah. Let it be eaten by Tejo sir."

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Pov Author.

Two days in the hospital, Risya's condition improved, he was allowed to go home. Bimo accompanied by the julid duo took the time to pick up Risya, while Annelyn was at home waiting for Mr. Kades to take his order.

Annelyn was pensive in the living room, after Mr. Kades' daughter took her order. He felt something was wrong. During this time, Bimo was very appreciative of privacy, there were several rooms in his house that foreigners should not enter, so why now he was adamant about allowing Risya to stay here.

There are seven rooms in his house, three bedrooms, one sports room, the kitchen is integrated with the dining room, the living room and the living room. Allowing Risya to stay at home with them, definitely limited their space as a married couple. Annelyn did not like the proposal at all, but how else, Om Bimonya staunch.

' I know Risya and Siska are brothers, but there's no way Om Bimo still keeps the flavor.'

Where does Annelyn know? Of course not from the status uploaded by Risya in the green application. Because only Bimo could see his status.

Annelyn knew from the photo that Risya had displayed in her rented room. For years, he still remembered the shady face of the young woman who used to meet every time he brought Annelyn gulali.

The sound of a car entering the yard of the house, Annelyn hurriedly came out to open the door. His eyes were perfectly rounded to see Bimo holding Risya, even though there were Bu Tejo and Bu Dah. A moment of dislike crept into his heart. More than just fearing her husband being taken away, she was also afraid that Om Bimonya would turn away.

" Beware Lyn, he didn't interfere, he was afraid your husband would fall into the shoes of an actor." Whisper Ms. Dah as Annelyn picks up a cold drink in the fridge, she accidentally approaches Annelyn.

Annelyn looked at Bu Dah suspiciously, there was no way Ms. Dah could have spoken, she must have known something.

" Heh, even gawking! Ati-ati, I don't believe in Risya. Rich victims are usually traumatized, lha he really even nggateli." Miss Dah was right too, Annelyn thought the same.

" Is that really my talk? She's a bunting, she could be a sugar baby." Bu Tejo suddenly nodded, adding kerosene to the stove that was ready to mow.

" What is sugar baby?" Ask Bu Dah who is a little less slang than Bu Tejo.

Understand between the two of them, only Bu Tejo who knows smart phones and social media.

" Oohh that's lhoo sweet old Daddy sugar." Bu Tejo's reply made Annelyn shake her head. The term that is pinned is. Not at all in PUEBEI.

" Maksute iku the Risya so sweet-natured lady that's it, Mrs Tejo?" Here's another question, Miss Dah, it's like a somersault in Annelyn's head.

This time Annelyn patted the eel, not thinking, the two mothers in front of her could make the tension that had just been built fade instantly.

" Oh, I'm Bu Tejo." Sahut Annelyn, who was answered by nods many times by Bu Tejo.

" He's not a sugar baby." Chirps Bu Dah pretends to know.

" Did Mom know?" Serempak Bu Tejo and Annelyn asked, curious about what Bu Dah said.

" Yes, she's Sakarin Baby. Haha." Ms. Dah was cracking up.

Bu Tejo laughed.

Uhk uhk uhk. Until it coughed anyway.

While Annelyn with a look of wonder, scratching her head still did not understand the direction of the conversation of her two friends.

" Bentar ma'am, how's this?" Annely asked confusedly.

" He's still not smart, ma'am. Still oon pantesan once divorced her husband." Said Bu Dah while laughing.

It used to be a joke like that made his heart sad, but now the joke of Bu Dah like the wind then, did not make a scar.

" Hishh what the hell is Mom. I'm curious about it." Annelyn kepo storm.

" Sugar means sugar, if the person is really sweet, sugar baby. If the sweetness of the lie is saccharin baby." Obviously, Ms. Dah.

" That's what Lola is. Lose the same we-we are just graduates of Diniyah." Bu Tejo said, a little spicy, but it was common. Just a joke, even if it is sometimes true.

" Ooo just found out I'm Mom. But that sugar baby has nothing to do with sugar as saccharin." Annelyn tried to explain to the two not to misunderstand.

" Halah Ra is important, your husband's kuwi is guarded. Be carefull! learn from Lyn." Ms. Dah's advice is firmly attached to Annelyn's heart, which was previously filled with traumatizing trauma.

And unbeknownst to the three, there was a pair of eyes looking at the three of them with giddiness.