Annelyn And Om Bimo

The Beginning of the Tragedy of Iga Soup

As with the household in general, the dispute last night ended with a fierce struggle of two people on the island of Dewatanya Javanese. Hehe

Annelyn and Bimo learned a lot from their quarrel. Bimo realized his age was ripe, should be able to better understand and sensitive to the feelings of his wife. Annelyn also learned not to worry too much about pregnancy, and fostered trust in her husband.

At 04:00, the dawn had not yet reverberated, Bimo was already struggling with his combat equipment. He cooks his catering order early, so he has plenty of time to prepare for Hartopo's order tomorrow.

While Risya was stirring the rice steam. Actually Risya is very talented in terms of cooking, the cuisine is widely praised by catering customers. In addition to being his sister Riska, it is also one of the reasons Bimo maintains Risya despite his behavior and manner of wearing less polite.

" It was hot last night, Lyn." Bimo approached Annelyn who had just entered the kitchen area. Her apron-clad body, hugging the refreshingly fragrant Annelyn.

" Ish Om last night I told you not to call Lyn. Lan Lyn Lan Lynn is my candle." Annelyn patted Bimo's hand a little hard.

Not out of thought, he used to spend too much time, now after marrying Om Bimonya, he asked for forgiveness. Busy cooking alone still had time to steal the hug kiss.

" What about Om?" Bimo protested, after marriage he most dislikes being called Om. It can cause bad perception.

" Yes, who told you to forget." Annelyn pretended to frown, last night had reminded her not to be called Lyn, uh the sun had not risen just forgotten.

" Yes, I love my darling." Mmuuachian. Again, Bimo sprinkled a kiss on his wife's cheek, as his hands agilely processed the broccoli stir-fry that filled the large frying pan.

" It's dong Bee." Annelyn smiled as she put an apron on her body. Intending to help her husband, there was no way she would just sit sweet forever.

" What should I help you with today Bee?" Annelyn began to gather the scattered kitchen utensils, quickly washing them.

" For catering anyway can be handled with Risya, you will help peel the onions just for the show Mr. Hartopo." Bimo pour broccoli stir-fry, carrots and chickpeas into containers.

Annelyn nodded in understanding.

" Hanif there's an event, so you'll be dropping off the catering?"

This will be Annelyn's first experience delivering catering, all the way around.

" Siiaaap Big Boss." Annelyn paid respect to her husband.

Haha. The two of them laughed together, forgetting the figure of the woman staring at them with envious eyes.

From the start, she knew flirting with Bimo was difficult but very challenging. His handsome face, his handsome body, his love for Annelyn, he wanted to have her.

Originally Risya was targeting Hanif who was a religious fellow, but Hanif was a terrifying man. He first warned Risya before even Risya acted anything. In Risya's mind, Hanif was more like a life-seeking angel to women like Risya.

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Early in the morning, Annelyn walked towards Bu Dah's house, carrying a plastic containing onions and garlic. Annelyn looked more beautiful than usual, her mood was better than the previous days.



" Ihhh met his wife Mr. Bimo." Bu Usli who just bought cooking oil at the shop Mr. Ahmad greeted Annelyn. More precisely, they are looking for trouble.

Annelyn only smiled faintly, for her there was no need to greet a person like Bu Usli. Waste of age.

" How's Haduhh? Yo homey's as nice as honey?" Bu Usli accidentally pumped Annelyn.

News of Risya staying pregnant without a husband in the house of Annelyn has spread everywhere. Creating various perceptions of society.

" Akane so wong wadon kuwi sing all biso. Wong lanang ben ora golek liyo." Mrs Usli still spilled oil in the embers of the fire in Annelyn's heart.

" It's better, ma'am, don't like taking care of people's households, especially if you don't know anything! Is the mother's household good? I just don't know Mr. Joko's husband mother ever slept as solid as njengan, what's his name I forgot."

Cetus Annelyn relaxed, as if what she had just said had had no impact at all. He immediately breezed away, leaving Bu Usli agape with heavy shock. Could stroke too.

Actually next to Annelyn's house there are several houses, only most of them are immigrants, just like her. The difference is that they are married couples who both have careers in the company, so it is difficult to blend in with the surrounding community because of time constraints.

" Waaahhh this is Lyn's onion?" Ask Bu Dah when Annelyn put plastic filled with onions on the porch.

" That's the Mom of Meatballs." Annelyn joked a little.

" Wah Lyn, my house also dong time only Bu Dah who is given onions." Said Bu Tejo who had huddled in the morning at Bu Dah's house. Understand the house of Bu Dah where adem, not to mention his daughter diligently clean the house.

" Mrs Tejo want to?" Annely asked in wonder. Already at home Bu Dah why brought to the house Bu Tejo?

" Yes dong." Answer Ms. Tejo sok cool.

" Yes take half, peel, later in the afternoon when you're done bring it to my house." Annelyn.

" Well yeah well. jebule penggawean. I don't think it's free." Bu Tejo's protest got mental.

Haha. Annelyn and Bu Dah laughed, Bu Tejo is a capable person, into the rich category, but if there is free, he changes professions so people can not afford. Especially if there are bansos, necklace bracelet that is like a jewelry store, as if swallowed by the earth.

***

Annelyn set herself in front of the mirror, because today she will sell rib soup at the wedding ceremony of her daughter Pak Hartopo.

Standing beside him Bimo no less stock, living in a conglomerate family since childhood, he always wears a tuxedo in every formal event he attended.

This time he just needs to come up with casual jeans, and a short-sleeved shirt. Repeatedly paying attention to his appearance, like there was nothing lacking.

Bimo gaped at the sight in front of him, Annelyn wearing a knee-length dress patterned with small Chrysanthemums. Featuring a plain and seductive impression, it was as if a thin layer of ice was fragile in one touch. It has the effect of wanting to protect anyone who sees it.

Who would have thought that the woman who looked still like a plain girl in front of her, was a dangerous woman when she pulled out her fangs. The look he shows in public is just camouflage, his true character that can actually dominate in all situations often radiates brightly in the look of his eyes.



" Love?" Bimo stared intently at his wife's beautiful body as if he was about to swallow it.

" Yes Bee." Annelyn replied spoiledly, looking at Bimo's eyes, she smiled seductively as she blinked her one eye. She enjoyed the expression on her husband's face.

" Are you seriously wearing this shirt? Her bust is low Love!" Bimo's voice was already hoarse, sounding raucous with a heated breath.

" It's normal to bee." Annelyn was still pretending not to understand. He chose to dress like this. For Risya to know, she would not win against Annelyn Bagaskoro.

" It's that if you squat, you can see it's my favorite melon." Om Bimo sulked, his voice getting hoarse as he grew closer to Annelyn.

" Oh, isshh lebay!" Annelyn clapped her husband's hand, so that she realized the husband, she was also afraid in case the truth was in the record.

" I'm serious Love, I don't want to share with anyone! Even if it's just a gift of the eye." The voice of Bimo Protest grew louder, muffled by his kiss in the recess of his wife's neck.

Plaque. A somewhat felt punch hit his burly arm.

" Already ah, we have to arrive early, where do not know the rented building." Annelyn passed by leaving her husband's molten face.

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