Annelyn And Om Bimo

Jealous

At 09:00 the marriage contract begins.

" I married and I married my daughter Sierra Nadila Hartopo to Dzulfikar Dzil'auni with a dowry of five million rupiah and a gold ring paid in cash." The girl's father, none other than Mr. Hartopo, consummated her daughter's marriage.

" I accept the marriage and the marriage of Sierra Nadila Hartopo with the dowry paid in cash." The man accepted the contract handsomely.

" legitimate. Legitimate. Sah" Cheers of young village girls who are likely friends of the bride and groom to enliven the event.

" Barokallahu lakumaa wa barokah alaikuma wa jama'a bainakuma fiil Khoir"

" Allihuma kama allafta bainakuma Adama wa Hawa. Allihuma kama allafta bainakuma 'Ali wa Fatimatazzahro......"

Although I do not understand what Mr. Kyai read, but Annelyn and Bimo also guaranteed. Raising both hands to plead with God, follow dozens of Muslims who are praying after the marriage.

" Why cry Love?, Smile dong, soon the sinomans will line up to serve dishes. You're ready!"

Bimo stroked Annelyn's hair, encouraging. Professionalism in work, whatever the feeling we feel, work keep working, the fighting spirit is unyielding.

" Yes Bee, I just remembered Daddy as Mama. Both of my weddings weren't attended by our families, Bee." Annelyn complained, she wiped away her tears that had escaped, smiling sweetly at her husband, her life-travel companion.

" Who said? Your second marriage is me. Om Bimo who led you to the altar." Bimo slapped his chest, then reflexively opened his hands wide hoping that Annelyn would sow in his arms.

" Uuhhhh so sweet." Exclaim Bu Tejo and Bu Dah together.

Duo julid, the moment troublemaker is coming. It was fortunate that they had come to the aid of Annelyn and Bimo.

" How long is it, Mom?" Annelyn protest, seeing the appearance of Bu Dah and Bu Tejo

Bu Dah wears a maroon red brocade robe with a heart-red veil with beautiful begonia flower embroidery. Very fitting with the aura of his motherly face.

While Bu Tejo, he wears a dress made of jeans mixed with cotton patterned white yellow coating, he also wears a plain chiffon pashmina veil in red. The more slang Bu Tejo, indeed likes fashion trends among teenagers, although it is actually a bit less suitable, but the PDnya level is high.

" Yes understand Lyn, the saccharin back home, yes we menemenin lah, uh dunya even change clothes more hot jeletot." Bu Tejo nagged as usual, he also pinned Sakarin as a nickname for Risya which he said was just imaging.

" Why can it?" Annelyn pretended not to know, but she already thought about it.

" He will see you are beautiful this time snack nganterin with us, yes immediately back again to change clothes more uwuw." Chirps Bu Dah while paying attention to the appearance of Annelyn.

In any case, Annelyn was clearly superior to Risya. The only thing that made Bimo allow Risya to stay was actually Annelyn.

He saw with his eyes how hurt Annelyn was when Dimas betrayed her, he also knew how devastated Annelyn was. So did Riska who betrayed her husband because of the mistakes Bimo had made, which even penetrated the effect on Risya. Bimo just wants to atone for sins. That's it, nothing more.

The bridesmaids had returned with the entourage, Annelyn began rearranging the dishes, because after this there were still a number of extraordinary invited guest sessions.

Bu Tejo and Bu Dah still faithfully help without needing to be asked.

They are friends and mothers too. A mother-mak who is already very experienced salt acid of life, from the beginning they realize Risya's veiled intentions. Feeling that Annelyn was too young and spoiled, so they agreed in silence, Seiya took one action to help her little friend.

" Bee, I peed, where are the guests a lot more, where should I go?" Annelyn asked her husband who was busy pouring siomay sauce.

" The bathroom is a little far away Lyn, because it's different building. That's the building next door." Show Bu Tejo.

" Oh yeah, Ris, you can take care of yourself, right?" Annelyn asked the pregnant woman beside her.

He is annoyed and annoyed with Risya, but that does not mean he hates Risya to the heart of letting pregnant women is hassles. She had a miscarriage, and she did not want Risya to experience the same thing. That's very painful.

" Lyn's calm, there's me." Mom said relax.

" Yes ma'am, I can do it." Risya smiled in response to Annelyn.

Annelyn rushed out of the hall, towards the next building, she already couldn't stand it. Tandon water in his stomach no longer fit. As he walked quickly, he accidentally bumped into a handsome man with a soft voice. Hanifs. The man who is often asked to help his husband to deliver catering.

" Yes gapapa."

"Finally relievedaaaa"

Annelyn walked out of the building, she saw a beautiful garden, there was a koi fish pond with a bridge that stretched in the middle of the pond. There is a wide variety of flowers that make the garden look more lively and exude spirit.

Renting this place is expensive. Although it can not be compared to the rent building in the city, this place offers a unique beauty, blending with nature. There are two buildings, with a large courtyard. Just like a villa.

While walking through the park, a pair of Annelyn's eyes caught the writing 'ice degan'. There was a strong urge within him to enjoy the freshness of the green scene, which lined the trading fields of a gentleman outside the gate.

Without a second thought, without remembering to return to the ballroom, he also stepped up to the ice seller. Ordering one Degan ice, he drank and ate directly from his sheep.

" Hey Hanif. What are you doing?" Annelyn approached Hanif sitting in the garden, still drinking ice.

" I'm smoking Mom" After Annelyn's arrival, Hanif chose to lower her head. The woman in front of him is dangerous, indulging the passions that made the people of Adam turbulent. Even without realizing it.

" Can't just call her Annelyn! I'm still young Hanif!" Annelyn protested, her eyes could not be separated from staring at Hanif's movements that seemed funny to her.

" Hehe, it's not polite Mom. I just called Mr. Bimo Mr."

" If my husband is you call sir it's okay, if I don't." Annelyn bid, even while talking Hanif was still lowered.

" Yes, uh, Lyn." Finally gave up too, but still bowed.

" Nah dong, btw why do you keep bowing? Money missing?" Chirps Annelyn melted the stiff atmosphere.

He approached Hanif because it was only Hanif out here that he knew. The time for talking is so stiff.

" Hehehe's not Bu uh Lyn, not polite, we're not mahram." Hanif is still down.

As a normal man, the scene in front of him was very tempting. Especially among his family, there is no one who does not wear the hijab. But nothing is inevitable, neither is lust. So, he prefers to dodge by looking down not looking.

" Haa? What century is this hanif?" Annelyn was in shock not playing. The man in front of him was very different.

" Religious rules don't depend on Lyn's century." Hanif gently explained.

" Yes yes too. You got a girlfriend?" Annelyn kepo, is he a grown man in front of her that way.

" I'm scared, don't dare Lyn."

Haha. Annelyn's laughter broke. The difference between Hanif and Meylan. Could their souls be swapped?

" Women are too dangerous Lyn." Hanif said a sentence.

Haha. Annelyn's laughter became. Oh my God how there is such a funny, shy and gentle man like this. And you created a woman of the invaders of men like my brother Meylan.

" Is something funny?"

The hoarse voice of someone interrupted Annelyn's laughter. She looked back and saw her husband with his hands hanging clenched looking intently at her. Just by glancing at her, Annelyn already knew what was going to happen.

Without warning, he pulled Annelyn's wrist, not giving his wife time to explain.

" Be sick!" Bimo drags Annelyn, ignoring the protests of his wife.

He didn't even know Annelyn's bloody hand, scratched by a cracked glass bracelet, stuck it in his wife's tiny wrist.

Arriving in a quiet place, she looked fixedly into Annelyn's eyeballs. Worry, anger and jealousy blaze into one.