Annelyn And Om Bimo

Pov Risya.

Pov Risya.

I felt something strange about the Bimo family. I don't know, I think I miscalculated. Using my brother to draw the sympathy of the host, then slowly the land teased him into turning away from the snot boy like his spoiled wife.

What good is Annelyn? Cooking alone lost far from me, usually only joget-joget gymnastics, foot barges, clean the house still have to be helped. Other than her pretty face and body, there seemed to be no talent whatsoever in her.

Every day I almost hear him sulking, nagging Bimo. The woman who had not turned twenty years old was also a widow. I accidentally heard their discussion the other day. It turns out that she was divorced because of her husband's first love as well because of her below average cooking skills.

If that handsome Bimo were to be my husband, I would call the Bagaskoro family if Bimo was here. I also can't wait to enjoy the beauty of being Lady Bagaskoro. The more I tease Bimo, not infrequently I wear clothes that are slightly open on the thighs and chest, but still he does not glance.

I became more insecure as my stomach began to look bigger, but again a fresh wind blew on me. It turned out that Annelyn was barren, at least my pregnancy besides making Bimo feel guilty could also make Bimo turn away. I was still stealing chances for the mature man to happily plant his seeds in my womb.

Once when the spoiled woman went to the house of her two village friends, I walked out of the room wearing a hotpant and a tight T-shirt that showed a little of my stomach. At that time my stomach was still flat, so I confidently appeared in front of Bimo.

I could see the surprised lightning in his eyes, only that quickly he turned away. After that she went into the room, a while later Annelyn came home, hurried after her husband in the room. He just stared at my appearance with his sharp eyes.

And again I had to see Annelyn look out of the room like someone who had just fought with a wild beast. Almost his whole neck showed traces of romance.

" Happy you're not my husband. Still sexy and toned mine, Ris. You want to try t*l*njang even though it won't work." Annelyn the spoiled child was wagging her hair that somewhat smelled of sweat.

" Watching yourself t*l*njang makes my husband think if the one who teases him is me. You're just babu, don't belagu. Sorry UPS.." He walked slowly leaving me who was still fixated.

I was furious at his arrogant smile. She is more arrogant than Siska, and thicker in face than the women whose husbands I have dated.

As if she was calling me babu, if I spread her husband's whereabouts, I was sure the Bimo family wouldn't approve of their marriage. There he'll be widowed twice, but it's less challenging for me. I want Bimo to boldly turn to me.

At first everything went well, Bimo was very caring and defending me. But, the longer something is bland, the less sincere Bimo's treatment is. My feelings are getting bad. Could it be the wolf Bimo in sheep's clothing? He covered his dislike with guilt? Or did it turn out that his wife was so strong influence?

" Honey don't be like this, there's Risya. We go to the room yuk yuk." Annelyn whined spoiled as Bimo groaned her body. Without feeling awkward Annelyn directly draped her hand.

" I've never done it here Love." Bimo's whispers could still be faintly heard by my ears

" Hahaha, follow what I want first. I will serve you anywhere and anytime. Not in public. Haha."

With her centile Annelyn spoke spoiled while leaving her husband to the room. But he did not enter, but instead leaned on the sills. His mocking smile was directed at me.

" I look forward to the times when you walk into the kitchen wearing nothing." Bimo's still in the kitchen. His voice sounded clear and real.

They ignored my presence in the middle room. Irritatingly.

" Don't fuck!" Annelyn seemed to refuse, but I knew very well she was fishing the other side of a Bimo.

" Hahaha how your hard round melon bounced so defiantly. Haha." Sure enough, Bimo said very vulgarly.

He walked up to his long-term wife, passing by my presence in the living room. Even ignoring the sound of the television on.

" Don't be so Bee." I know Annelyn is pretending to blush. Face two!

" Not to mention that chunky chunk of diamond." This time my eyes glared, Bimo shamelessly patted the back of his wife in front of my eyes. Or maybe Annelyn's charm keeps her from seeing me this big?

They entered and closed the door. Leaving my increasingly irritated self.

I have to admit, for a young woman, Annelyn is very seductive, then what does her beauty and body mean when she is spoiled and can't do anything. Just trouble.