Annelyn And Om Bimo

Bagaskoro Bimo.

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Oh yes, specifically this chapter, the author uses the Bimo point of view. Let us know how Bimo really feels. He was though a casanova graduate but not a romantic guy huh. so don't expect him too much to be a bucolic husband. That's not his passion. Hehe

Bimo POV's.

It turned out to be a bone slam that I could actually feel from my new life with Annelyn. Banting bones that I think are not cans, daily routines that are getting more and more boring. Tired of the mind and the physical.

In the past, I was not like this, my life although not easy is also not this difficult. I often complained to my late parents who always emphasized learning and learning, then work and work.

Similarly, I defied my brother, who is now my father-in-law, I always felt unlucky living in a conglomerate family.

The demand to always keep a good name, keeps me alive in the shadows. Everyday sitting in an oversized chair that I am not really interested in. Counting the numbers, playing with the instinct of chance, just a little wrong can be nagged at length.

But, every night and weekend, I get to enjoy my hard work, women and vacations. Well even now I'm no longer interested in women other than my wife.

Although now. My daily routine is always the same, from waking to sleeping again, all the same. Only Annelyn makes everything color. Even my hobby is cooking as if I don't miss it as much as I used to. Catering business that I took part in although fortunately quite good but can not be compared to my old life.

I can't even honeymoon abroad like my dream and Annelyn's dream. I know he dreams of China, Korea and Japan as tourist attractions. But he never expressed his wish. He is quite mature, thinking our past and present lives are different.

The money I brought before I ran away was more than enough for living expenses and business capital, but certainly less if I lived a life of fun and luxury as before. Not that I can't live a simple life, it's just that happy wives need money.

Not praying, but life is always full of mysteries of the possibilities that will happen. Suppose I go bankrupt, I only have a small savings capital. Not to mention my wife who always expects children, should not start from the beginning for all treatment and pregnancy programs.

Plus, Risya. A brother from my past that I cannot ignore. There is a share of my mistake in the tragedy that befell him, how could I possibly let him just like that.

Thinking about everything made my head feel dizzy. I remember what Annelyn said before she got married.

' I'm ready to live on the run with you Om. I .. I'm ready to live the bitter sweet life with you.'

Annelyn's words at that time, gave a little relief to a feeling that was pressing on my head.

I took my feet to the room, it was night, I wanted to feel like I was pouring out my tiredness by doing an action against my sweet wife.

When I opened the door, the first sight I met was a thick blanket wrapped around my wife's body. Not wanting to think long, I also took my foot to the bathroom.

After I finished urinating, I changed clothes with short shirts and color pants that seemed to have been provided by Annelyn in the bathroom.

Chequek.

Deghs.

The first thing I saw when I opened the door was something that shone blindingly into my eyes.

My fine wife in dazzling clothes was standing up to welcome me. At least that's what my dirty brain thinks.

" Hi Bee." My sweet wife greets me clumsily, one hand is reflexively waving, while the other hand covers the exposed part of her thigh.

" Haha Haha." I couldn't stem the tickling tingling in my stomach. I laughed out loud at her very funny teasing behavior.

Whats? He did not squeak and whine as usual. Why did my wife suddenly become this mature in teasing me?? Is it because it takes too long to talk to the julid duo the expert huh-iya?

Without a second thought, I just devoured what was in front of me. She's my own wife. After all, maybe he could accept me completely, so he dared to tease a husband like me.

And I don't know how long it's been, all I have left is my wife helpless. Absolutely amazing, not as usual, tonight he was different, he was able to keep up with my game, besides he also did not hesitate to ask for more.

" Be.." He called me with a voice.

He who slept on my arm, made clear the look of fatigue even the remaining sweat as big as corn seeds was still clearly visible on his forehead.

" What's the matter Love?"

" Be.." Again he called me, this time more accompanied *******.

" Yes." Yeah."

" Be.." I frowned at me. He is not usually spoiled like this. And this is so adorable.

" Yes dear."

" I want to talk to you about something, but please don't get mad, okay?" His facial expression was like a toddler without prayer who was begging to buy toys.

" Haha, am I so scary?" I laughed at his cranky.

" H." m." Spoiled answer.

Her eyes were sparkling, her lips were slightly wrinkled. I want to be shocked again.

" I'm sorry, I won't be angry won't scare you." I gently rubbed his sticky cheeks from sweat.

" Be? Shouldn't we .." His words were hanging, as if weighing something.

Am I being too hard on him? Have I not been spoiling her all this time? Or did the last fight make him look at me like a lion??

" Ah no so, I'm afraid you're as angry as ever. I'll be the one who's hurt." He looked sad. She was so scared of me.

Honestly my heart is pinched. I wanted to make her accept myself lovingly, but in fact my emotions were making her depressed.

" Love?? I'm sorry, I won't repeat. Please don't hide anything you want to say. I love you." Soft words.

" I'm afraid you're angry." Whisper raucous.

" No. I won't be mad."

" Promise?" He stuck out his little finger.

" Yes a promise." I greeted his finger with my finger.

" Emm, shouldn't we tell Siska about Risya? However, Sister Siska is a good person, I don't want her to continue lying to her husband, Bee, after all pity Risya to live without her family."