Annelyn And Om Bimo

Censorship.

Annelyn grumbled inexhaustibly, after the unification in the morning, instead of smiling as widely as Bimo, she pouted, her lips unceasingly slurping.

Adzan Dhuhur reverberated, and Bimo just released himself.

" The Om-om don't know age. The older the more dangerous." Annelyn pursed her lips. His body was already sitting leaning against the head of the bed, his hair was disheveled, his clothes scattered.

" What the hell is Bee eating? I'm gonna faint you're still rich nyosor yuk." Annelyn again protested.

" Hehehe, you're getting better at Love." Bimo grabbed a t-shirt to wear. Next to her eyes blinked seductively the frenzied Annelyn pouted.

" I don't want it tonight any more. My prone area should be isolated for a week." Annelyn issued an ultimatum.

Hearing that Bimo smiled obliquely. An idea to punish his wife came up again.

" Convinced a week? You can't stand it for a day." He teased his wife while pulling down his eyebrows.

" What the hell is Bee? That was something else than usual. What genie's tinsel up to that n*fs*nya?" Annelyn's getting so upset.

" Hahaha yes I'm sorry, maybe because last night was overtime, no one wanted to be expelled so long I was out." Bimo said lightly.

" That's not too long, but it's a long time ago. It's my leg until it cramp."

Annelyn thrust her feet that felt lilu.

" Yes but it's good, right???" Bimo is still teasing.

" That's not to be asked." Annelyn met red turned her face away.

Haha. Laughter filled the room.

" Yes, I'm sorry, honey, do you want to take a shower? Let me take a bath." Bimo's two hands prepared to carry his wife's body.

" No need, then there will be even more pain." Annelyn joked. Indeed, usually the husband mes*mnya will be so, pretending to help even though he wants to pounce.

" No love, I promise I'll just take a shower. Nothing strange." Bimo raises his index and middle fingers.

Seeing that Annelyn nodded, she would also be troubled if walking in this condition. His area is still blighted.

" In the end you think Ultraman power, I'm also tired of Love, can gout later me." Bimo carried his wife's body to bathe.

Such are the two, the quarrels that occur are not infrequently just jokes each other, then make up again with the shade of the garden of heaven that they climb together.

Love's. That's how it's called. Bimo is at peace with himself, accepting his feelings of love that have not been avenged. He has the body and heart of his wife, but not his soul.

Is it possible that he is selfish in wishing that his wife could love with all her soul, not just with all her heart?

Annelyn becomes his wife, smiles, acts sweet to him, and even makes each night more colorful with a dance of passion that he has never met before. But the love that emanated from Annelyn's eyes was nothing more than a wife's responsibility to love her husband.

Such is. So did Annelyn.

The love he exalts, ravages his life. If he could choose, he would choose to be a foreign woman who could live in love with Bimo. In fact, fate does not make everything that easy, destiny often toying with the way of human life.

He loved Dimas, however fleeting and as hateful as he was towards the man of baj*n*n that God was still reluctant to kick the damn man off the throne of his heart.

As a hurt wife, a mother whose child was murdered. Supposedly, there was only grudge left for that villain figure. In fact, the path of the human mind and the destiny of the heart's movers are not in line.

If asked who should choose between the two men, Annelyn steady choose Bimo. His kind heart and love her like a precious woman. He feels Bimo's love is priceless, irreplaceable.

But, sometimes a feeling of guilt and sin haunted him, as if making fun of his so foolish self could not forget the past.

His whole heart and body loved Bimo, his whole soul drifting for the man at the end there. Very torturous. He wanted amnesia and it all started from the beginning.

" Doorr." Bimo shocks his wife right next to his ear.

" Yetoo." Annelyn shouted loudly, until she subconsciously woke up the occupants of the next room.

" Oh my God, what the hell is Bee?" His grunt.

" Dreaming what my dear, lovely me." Bimo cupped his wife's two cheeks, letting the sweet lips pursed.

Two-cup cup sprinkled on those tiny lips. A flash of light was clearly visible in Annelyn's eyes.

" Nothing." Annelyn.

" You can't lie to me Love. I know you're thinking of that man." Bimo sat with his wife in his arms.

" Is that how it looks?" Annelyn looked up to ask. Their eyes meet.

There was a hint of disappointment that emanated from Bimo's eyes, but as quickly as lightning disappeared. He did not want to force his wife to return his love.

He can be jealous to see his wife close to another man, but he has no right to be jealous if his wife keeps the past, what right?? Even though he's a husband, it's a matter of God's heart. Annelyn had tried to love her and she was grateful for that fact.

" Hm, I spent my youth being Nanymu Lyn." Bimo slightly clenched his teeth, restraining the feeling of jealousy. But what can I do? So he pried his wife, so that the atmosphere was more relaxed.

" Don't subvert myself Bee, I'm closer to you than Daddy, but not like Nany either. Your youth will run out for the bed warm women." This time Annelyn defended herself, she was not so troublesome, there was a nanny guarding her.

" I'm not like that." Bimo squeezed Annelyn's nose.

" Dyer-dyer!" Annelyn grumbled.

Lately she has been a little sensi, let alone discussing her husband's past. Not that he did not accept, only that he also wondered why he should be emotional and feel jealous.

" I'm picky Lyn woman, where there are cheap women sleeping with me. They're all classy." Bimo saw Annelyn's face reddish, the more intensely judging.

" Upper class, underneath it's really cheap, must have been hacked into by the same guy here and there before you Bee." Annelyn was grumbling.

" Hey hey hey. I've only fucked six women no more. They're all still original" Bimo joked proudly. Both of his eyebrows went up and down tempting his wife.

Plaque plaque plaque. Annelyn hit Bimo's arm.

" Six you said just??? Oh yeah and what was that? Original? You're making fun of me who's a widow?" Unexpectedly, Annelyn was on a rampage.

" Don't challenge you man so if it's gone virgin there is no trace. You're a widower too." Annelyn was nagging, as if all the pieces of her heart had been shed.

Bimo who was aware of the shock was trying to seduce his wife. His wrong move.

" Love isn't, I just.."

" Just want to protest because I'm a widow? While Siska used to be a virgin?" Annelyn snapped a little. She shed her tears.

" Why Siska?" Bimo was astonished, why was his wife suddenly objective?

" Well, this widow, I am still not cheap. Different from you and Siska, there has been no relationship to play dipping." Annelyn was still an emotion, her tone rising by several octaves.

He walked leaving Bimo who was still dumbfounded.

Blammm.

O God. Misstep. Annelyn has never been this serious. Bimo.