Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 5: Glad to Be With You

After changing his clothes, Clay walked down the stairs to his father's office.

The gothic room is equipped with a fairly large table, compatible with a single chair with a high back. On the right side was a heart-red velvet sofa, as well as a large cupboard barely touching the wall-width roof behind it. The thick books lined up neatly without dust even though they were never touched again.

"Where did Robbin's brother go?" clay's monologue when it looked inside didn't find anyone.

"What a coincidence, Miss Clay, I'm looking for you."

A heavy and deep voice shook Clay's joints, his entire body knew the owner of the voice. The similar tone of the roar of a lion, made his entire senses infatuated. He knows who that guy is.

"I'm so flattered."

"Pack up, we're leaving for London tomorrow morning" Robbin said.

"Honeymoon?"

"Oh, come on, don't dream in broad daylight!"

Clay's laughter broke, anxious at Robbin's furious expression. The scourge of a face that was hard to forget, the jaw firmly elbowed and the deep dark eyes almost drowned.

Clay grabbed the husband's muscular arm without awkwardly, then walked together towards the second floor. He occasionally danced to see the annoyance on the man's stern face.

"Even the end of the world I'm going with you, you know that, right?" Clay's up and down his eyebrows.

"That's why I'm stuck here with you, no doubt!"

Smiling spread out a step towards the room, Clay did not care about the amused gazes of some housekeeper who accidentally passed by. Maybe they think he's crazy, because it's so sticky on Robbin.

"I'm exactly a decrepit man who's having trouble crossing the street," Robbin grumbled in vain as Clay tightened the armpit.

"Big wrong, Brother Robbin! I am the fragile one without you."

Robbin turned the eyeballs off guard, not knowing any more how to get away from the girl next to him. Like a boomerang, he always comes back when thrown.

Now, the two of them were standing in front of the room and stepping inside. Clay rushed into a private room for clothes and accessories from famous brands.

"Bring it as necessary!"

"I know that" Clay said.

For about two and a half hours the conglomerate girl was in the room without sound, almost Robbin moved to check it until he met each other in front of the sliding door made of frosted glass.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing" Robbin replied in passing.

Once again Clay's rannum lips reviewed the smile, this time even wider until the white teeth were lined up neatly.

All day, Clay only spent time in the room, while Robbin was sitting around contemplating in the back garden.

And, as dinner arrived, all the family members sat in the front seat of the long dark brown table.

"Rocky called me this afternoon, of course Mr. Albert wouldn't mind Clay coming with me."

Spoons and forks clanking against the plate, Albert's gaze implying objection. However, looking at the princess who was willing to follow wherever Robbin went, just sighed ah resignedly.

"Can't you just stay for a day?" The plea is implied behind Belle's question.

Clay turned to Robbin to look for answers there, because all the decisions were in the man's hands.

"Forever is also okay, and immediately I send a farewell letter," said Robbin while enjoying a mouthful of rice.

Clay's blushing face suddenly turned pale, a discordant laughter sounded faint. "Funny, funny, Robbin. I can't wait for tomorrow morning."

Robbin only responded with a thin grin, then finished off the rice that stayed a few mouthfuls. "Thank you for dinner, I'm sorry."

"Clay, Daddy swear—" Albert did not continue his sentence as soon as he saw Clay's wailing gaze. "Rest, Clay, tomorrow's trip is exhausting."

Clay walks around the table to give his parents a good-night kiss.

It felt so crowded to be near Robbin, all night Clay could not sleep quietly. The fear melted in silence, once that can only imagine now become reality. Concurrently with almost no distance like now, breaths seemed regular.

Clay was tempted to touch the beautiful face in front of him, slipping his index finger over his nose to the lips. And, short tasting.

However, surprisingly those brownish black sliced eyelids were wide open. He raised an eyebrow next to her, then woke up from sleep. Those sturdy fingers picked up the phone on the nightstand.

"Why not wake up, me?"

"I'm riveted, brother, your peaceful face is hypnotizing me. It's still three in the morning anyway."

Robbin stretched his stiff muscles as he slept like a rock, he felt uncomfortable being next to Clay. There was a longing feeling that he was resolutely trying to prevent.

Clay was so beautiful this morning, his thick wavy hair was beautifully rolled around his face and shoulders. His wife's eyes were as bright as the sun, blending perfectly when laughing, glistening like earthy dew in the morning.

"Hurry up, if you don't want to miss the plane" Clay said excitedly.

"Absolute enthusiasm, I hope you don't regret it," Robbin's flattery was tinged with ridicule.

"Of course, Robbin."

Robbin passed by without poking, half an hour later he came out of the bathroom. A fresh smell filled the room. Robbin looks stunning in a collarless black t-shirt and dark blue trousers.

"If your saliva can be poured out" Robbin said, until Clay's thin cheeks are as red as cherries. He looked up at Robbin.

Robbin refused Albert's offer of a private driver, choosing a taxi service to take him to the airport.

Robbin's arms folded in front of his chest as he observed the luggage, two large-sized suitcases and two medium-sized suitcases.

"Sister Robbin can't have the heart, right?" Clay convinced.

"Why not?" Robbin grabbed her own suitcase, not heeding Clay's irritated gaze. What a rare sight for a girl who always spread cheer.

Enjoy the beginning of your misery, it's time to abdicate, baby! inner Robbin. However, her frail feelings forced her to turn around. Then, approaching his wife without saying much, his heart would not allow Clay to suffer.

Clay's eyes sparkled even though Robbin's flat face exuded dislike. "Well, that's fine. What say? Robbin's brother won't have the heart" he said.

"Be quiet and fast we're almost left behind."

Robbin rushes to take care of suitcase—after heading to the cabin of an economy class plane, Clay's face looks confused. Not used to flights like this.

"Fun yourself, baby!" Hidden mockery on the sidelines of Robbin's sweet words.

"Easy," Clay replied as he clenched Robbin's sturdy arm, a cheerful smile emanating clearly on his sweet face.

"A confident attitude that deserves praise."

Without hesitation, Clay landed a lip on Robbin's cheek. "It's good to be with you."

The blasts of heat tempered, coursing through every nucleus of the cells in the tense body. As if responding to something primitive within. Spontaneously, Robbin pushed Clay's shoulder. He tried to break his strong desire to hold the wife in a hug.