Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 11: I'm Not a Fatalist

The real thing Robbin saw was a big mistake. Clay doesn't do anything beyond the limits of the fairness of— once against a friend like Hanes.

Just then, Hanes managed to grip Clay's elbow before walking into the house and forcibly twisting his body. "I know you're lying, Clay. Your marriage is not happy, God has destined you with me. My whole life is for you" Hanes said with a wailing look.

Clay exhaled a rough breath and then responded to the words of the man in front of him. "I'm not a fatalist and through destiny's efforts can be changed, Han. You are like my own brother. Best brother I ever had. No more, Han."

"I turned it down, Clay. I love you more than brothers."

"No way, Han. It ruins our closeness!" firmly Clay.

"The better, we will be a happy family. Consider this, Clay." Hanes tried to narrow the distance until Clay took two small steps back against the wall, but the man leaned closer.

"Han, what do you want?"

Notya replied, Hanes actually reviewed a grin that was difficult to understand. Clay was being urged by a mad, hungry wolf. The man flaunted his teeth furiously.

Clay tries to avoid, but there is no way, he is increasingly cornered. He tried to push Hanes' chest and the man's big fingers lowered his hands.

"Surge, Han! You made me ta—"

Clay was not finished with his sentence and warned Hanes to stay away from him, the friend even pulled his slender waist closer. Almost landed a lip on Robbin's wife's lips.

A beer-scented Hanes breath. Nervously Clay tried to look away, but the man tightened his body until Clay could not move. He was so scared that his legs felt weak.

As soon as the strength and balance recovered, Clay kicked Hanes' shins and made him squeal in pain and then retreated while bending over while holding onto his leg.

"Dragon's attitude, Han!" Clay turned around and went into the house and locked the door.

"Open the door, Clay! I'm sorry, " said Hanes Parau. "I shouldn't have done all this. I'm really sorry."

With Clay opening the door. He saw sincerity in Hanes' red and shiny eyes. "Your apology is accepted, your sudden rude attitude scares me. You're my brother, Han. Don't be like that, and as you know, I'm married."

"Yes, I know that, sorry," said Hanes, flicking his little finger and Clay snapping his wiggly finger.

"Eum, Han—I need help."

"What?"

"Balcon decorations and a surprise party for Robbin" he said.

"In order?"

"Nothing, just want it. My relationship with him is getting better."

"If I can decor, but what kind of food we order at the restaurant?"

"Great idea!"

Clay decorated the balcony railing with small lights. A red rose close to a small candle. The drink made from sparkling clear grape juice comes from France in a bowl full of ice. Two high-legged glasses and dinnerware are arranged in such a way on the table.

"Ready!" exclaim both compact to pat each other's palms with each other.

The bell rang loudly, Clay hurried down the stairs to the door and opened it. Then, receive a large bag of food that has been ordered a moment ago. Enthusiastically he put the food on the plate. Sedentary aroma makes the stomach hungry dangdutan, taxabar want to immediately spend.

"I'll go home first, okay?"

"Hem, careful. Thank you, Han," Clay said, then drove Hanes to the doorstep.

The cell phone that was near Clay from earlier did not sound, but he had sent a message to Robbin so that he quickly went home. He occasionally calls his cell phone, but it doesn't connect anymore, possibly running out of battery.

2.3 Miles from St. Hyde Park, Robbin spends time at a casino located in St. Cranbourn. He stands in front of one of the low green tables for roulette, crap, and blackjack which consists of several different numbers. The casino employs people who handle coupons and invite people to join. There are 7 floors of entertainment ranging from table games, electronic games, magic mike shows, and rooftop bars. The atmosphere is amazing and much better than most casinos that are synonymous with dimness and seem stuffy.

If only Berry did not remind, Robbin has drained all his money to spend. He was forced out of there due to fishing commotion, accusing the casino worker of cheating.

"Brengseeek!!!" furious Robbin, "I can walk alone!"

"Sorry, sir." Berry bowed respectfully to make amends for the mistake the friend made to the security guard.

"Junk!" shouted Robbin.

Berry pulled Robbin's shirt collar from the back of the cat's neck. "Why are you? It was fine. Why is he now a fool?"

"It's none of your business!" robbin snapped, realizing her change in feelings was due to Clay and Hanes' closeness.

Robbin is now drunk, if you bring your own car must be involved in a traffic accident.

"Are you sure you can walk yourself inside?" ask Berry.

"Yes" Robbin answered briefly, then climbed the porch steps to the door. As soon as he entered, he went down the stairs one by one.

Robbin saw someone curled up with their head on the balcony table.

In a white dress and moonlight Clay looked like an angel in deep sleep. With a staggered step Robbin approached him. Robbin's left hand stretched out almost to the shoulder and suddenly the wife wriggled.

"Sister Robbin." The distinctive sound of waking up Clay faintly. He got up from his seat and asked. "Eemm, Robbin's brother is drunk?" Immediately grab the man's arm and hold it firmly and then reach for the body that is bigger than him.

Instantly the feminine scent pierced sharply into the respiratory cavity, Clay felt tightness and heat in the chest. In his mind he wondered what Robbin was doing out there. Didn't you leave for a minute.

"Woman teaser, touch me like you touched Hanes earlier," Robbin joked on the sidelines. "Is this how he enjoys you?"

"What-what are you saying?" clay asked softly because his lips were locked by the rough touch of Robbin's lips.

"I'm sick to see you playing with Hanes on the porch this afternoon!" furious Robbin.

"I can explain." Clay pushes Robbin's body stronger.

"Let's explain all that on the bed, Miss Teaser!" Robbin clasped Clay's wrist tightly towards the room.

"You hurt me," Clay's great-grandson only got a cold glare from her husband.

Upon arriving in Robbin's room to release her wrist, Clay was horrified to see her husband's current glare. The man was seen removing the shoes then loosening three buttons of the shirt and then pulling it over the head.

Clay looked at the man's body in a dim light. The wide and smooth chest that he had never seen before seemed strong and densely filled, the muscles formed proportionately in each arm.

Decorating a smile mocking Robbin said, "Wait any more? Comehere! I'm not sure you're still so bad."

"You're fucked, Brother Robbin."

Robbin's laughter broke, he walked up to Clay who was standing at his feet. His wife's trembling body was slammed into the bed. Fears radiated in the young lady's eyes, she had no idea what would happen after this. He did not want to spend the night that should be remembered just like that because Robbin is unstable at this time. The man was under the influence of liquor.

Robbin dropped her body next to Clay— and went all the way to the nose until the gentle touch of the index finger ended up on the lips.

"Right, you messed up my way of mind and heart, honey," whispered Robbin in the ear until the fine hairs on Clay's body brushed.