Annelyn And Om Bimo

Siasat Risya's.

Two days passed, Bimo did not discuss the events of the other day at all. The adult man again visited the house of Mr. RT, the other day had not had time to meet.

Annelyn looked at the necklace Mama had given her that she was currently wearing. There was a lot of feeling that raged in the heart, but, the feeling of fear and guilt was more domineering. He was too cowardly to accept that harsh reality.

" Do I really have to go back? But what if Daddy asked me to get a divorce?" Annelyn whispered to herself.

The public only knows they're Om and his biological nephew. If they marry, it is not the same as tarnishing the good name of the family. Then, could he live in hiding with many secrets that he actually wanted to escape from?

Finally, after so many of her behavior that was as good as he was, Annelyn understood what her mother felt. Fight and survive for the good name of the family, when his love and dreams bring disgrace. Her mother was as strong as her heart and energy to keep everything looking fine.

Long pensive, Annelyn decided to soak with the aroma of therapy. After Bimo from Mr. RT's house, she will welcome her husband with a more fresh appearance. Her current home, although the bathroom is equipped with a jacuzzi, is still not as complete as before.

An idea flashed across his head, he vigorously wore earphones. It would be better to soak while listening to music. So comfortable, Annelyn yawned sleepily, occasionally her head stumbled.

After stretching and soaking for almost half an hour, Annelyn felt fresher. I finished the show immediately.

When he came out of the bathroom, he was in his room.

" Yahoooo!!!!!" His shout echoed along with Bimo's shout.

***

On the other hand, Bimo headed to Mr. RT's house on foot. Coincidentally, he meets Hanif and his brown Scoopy hotshot. He stopped Hanif from talking for a while.

" Oh yes Hanif, yesterday said Mr Subroto you can paint the wall?" Bimo wears knee-length denim pants and a collared blue dongker shirt.

" Yes sir, I usually make calligraphy." Hanif answered politely.

Inwardly, Bimo also acknowledged the chivalry and virtue in the young man before him. The young man with a radiant face, handsome charming. Bimo does not deny, Hanif is the dream of women.

Once blind jealousy of Hanif was the stupidest thing he ever did, Hanif the most polite man he had ever met, would not think dirty about his wife. At the very least, talking to Hanif was safer, than Annelyn had to talk to another man who was basket-eyed and good at flirting.

" Em if you make a picture, a painting?"

" God willing can sir." Hanif smiling.

" Okay, actually I'd like to ask you to do a painting of my wife, look at this!" Bimo gave me a photo.

Photo Annelyn. That moment, was the moment where she first looked at Annelyn as a woman and not a cute little child.

" Oh this, yes sir, I can." Hanif answered steadily.

" When?" Bimo to the point.

" How about today? Maybe tonight is over." Hanif was also convinced. Answer with confidence.

" You have come to my house, there are tools and paint. You can ask my wife. Excuse me first." Bimo patted Hanif on the shoulder, before continuing his steps.

" Good sir." Hanif drove his brown Scoopy towards Bimo's house.

Bimo continued his steps towards the house of Mr. RT who had been seen, there was a new output motorbike perched in his yard.

When his feet stepped into the yard of Mr. RT's house, suddenly his feelings were not good. I don't know, like there's a bad feeling going on.

Already wet, he finally visited for a while, discussing the wedding plan as necessary.

***

" Greetings waalaikum, Hanif??" Risya opened the door.

" Athaghfirullahaladzim apos.. Rishya!! What clothes are you wearing?" Hanif was shocked, not out of thought to the woman who had tried to tease him.

The woman he had seen was being seduced by Bu Usli's husband and his two friends.

" No need to talk. You came here to be told by Mr Bimo, right? Yes, I'm in, I'll show you the place." Risya breezed into the garden near the kitchen.

" This... back garden??" Hanif was astonished, he thought he would paint in the living room.

" Yes Mr. Bimo wants you to paint that spoiled Madam's face here." Risya answered indifferently.

" male!! Keep talking!" Hanif. Annelyn was an expressive woman, but from the look in her eyes she was not spoiled. It's just that so love Pak Bimo to his wife, he finally pampered.

" Hiishh what the hell don't be noisy later Madam spoiled wake up! I'll make you a drink first!" Risya was resentful every time Hanif defended Annelyn. What good is that spoiled woman??

" Where is this paint?" Hanif asked.

" I don't know. I'll ask."

Risya put the drink served to Hanif on the table. The medicine that was put in a cup of wedang was originally intended for Bimo. Unfortunately he never succeeded. Whether it's stimulants or sleeping pills, everything doesn't work.

But this time it's Hanif, the pious man who will definitely be affected by the medicine he's given.

Rasain you Nif, soon you become a victim of an interesting spectacle.

Let's see how good the Manja is, and the Sok Alim. Risya smiling devil_Risya.

" Nif??" Risya called out to Hanif, after the young man drank his ginger wedang

" Hmm?"

"Please anterin me to Madam yuk's room . I where dare to wake Madam. Could get hit by me!" Persuade Risya.

" I don't dare go into anyone's room."

" The paint is in the attic, the only way through the Madam's room. You just want to, let Madam not be angry" Risya persuaded very convincingly.

With a slightly dizzy head, without a second thought, Hanif obeyed. Hope the work is done quickly.

" Hmm yaudah."

Hanif walked behind Risya.

Chequek.

The door of the room was unlocked, there was no silence. With her cunning, Risya knew Annelyn was bathing, she memorized the habits of the woman. Risya deliberately lies to Hanif, saying Annelyn may be enjoying flowers on the balcony.

On the grounds of her pregnancy, she told Hanif, whose head was getting dizzy, to go up to the balcony through the access stairs in the room.

" There'll be a door up there, just knock on the door." Risya advised, as if she knew nothing about Hanif's head which was beginning to feel heavy gradually.

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should have been up yesterday, but the author overslept. huhhuuhhuuu the fate of the amateur author ya, think of one chapter to hours.