Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 12: Although it's About Robbin?"

Yesterday afternoon with a pile of rage Robbin fulfilled Rocky's request to meet at a casino near his residence. The old man wants Robbin's power in a hidden mission.

"I accept this task, Rocky," Robbin said steadily as he looked into the distance. Anyone who saw the three thought that they were having casual drinks while spending money at the gambling table.

Rocky leaned back while igniting the tip of the cigar with a lighter in the shape of a gun. "I like your performance. You love a challenge, enjoy traveling and trickery. You're destined to live like that, Robbin."

Robbin poured brandy into a glass and drank it to the toilet. Previously, he wanted to end the terrible work that could at any time take lives. "I've only had fun for the last eleven years. Capturing all spies and also the criminals teri class is in fact addictive."

"Good!" rocky said as he blew cigarette smoke into the air. "This time you will work with new people" he added.

Rocky's speech made Berry who was there gasp and raise his eyebrows. Never once worked away from Robbin. Like the word, both of them one different soul body— everywhere each time assigned almost together.

"No need to worry about Berry, I'm going to assign you with John." Rocky answered the excitement of the man's heart while pouring drinks.

"This time I just wanted to get you to take the memory card from this woman's hand." Rocky's big hand reached into something behind his black suit. Then take out a photo.

Robbin figured out how important it was to be hidden inside such a small object and how much information Rocky had about this woman. He needs to find out for himself as usual.

"There will be a stock auction at the end of this month in .. the memory card must always be brought," Rocky explained, whispering part of the location of the event.

Robbin nodded then gulped down the brandy without any residue until Berry who saw it stared suspiciously. "I get it, Rocky. If the task is that easy I don't think I need a companion."

"More than you count. This is far more dangerous than taking someone's life. She's not just any woman" Rocky said, slightly comforted by the confidence of her favorite men.

"Then?" insist Robbin, instead of feeling unsure of his own abilities. He only thought as hard as what the woman was guarding.

"You need someone who can sneak into that woman's room."

Robbin cursed slowly because he was abstaining from disguising himself as a woman to enter the room. Just imagining it makes him shudder. "Well, as long as someone else does that."

Robbin's expertise in hacking software is no doubt, that's why his tasks have been running smoothly all along.

"You'll fit the person I picked" Rocky explained before leaving the gambling establishment.

Berry observed the departure of the big boss, then said what had been detained. "In a moment, wasn't this afternoon fitting you came with a smile to want all the work I and Jo take care of first? Dan, stop. Enough to drink, Rob!"

"Come here, Ber." Robbin placed the bottle of brandy while leaning closer toward the friend. "I think adding one list to the next target's name doesn't matter. Some time ago I was just busy taking care of a conglomerate girl who wasn't challenging enough. This hand is already itching to beat people. I, anyway, hope there's no brawl. And, after I remember that action ended ... I just cut people's lives by at least twenty or—yah, a little more than that I guess .. ah, and, and, uh, they all tried to kill me first, didn't they?"

Berry leaned back against the sofa then rubbed her face rough. There's something wrong with Robbin, but this one friend always keeps his own problems.

"Here it's boring, I want to play around a little below." Robbin's voice rattled because of drinking a lot. He came down to complain of fate at the gambling table. More precisely dispel the shadow of the two damned traitors he saw making out in front of the house at that time.

In a short time Robbin's money was almost drained. He went on a rampage and accused the workers there of cheating. Almost had the table thrown by him.

This morning, Robbin woke up and remembered yesterday's events that left a sense of dizziness. He puffed up while twitching the base of the nose hoping to ease the pain a little. He could not remember how to get home safely.

"Sister Robbin, are you awake?" greeting Clay who poked out from behind the door with his hands carrying a tray filled with warm ginger wedang. "You were drunk all night. Is it still dizzy?" ask her while putting her luggage on the table.

The phone on the nightstand rang, Robbin picked it up lazily. Waiting for the person across there to speak. He cursed inwardly before saying, "I'm there in three hours."

Clay furrowed his brows. "You going again?"

"Wait downstairs, we need to talk after this," said Robbin, rushing up from his seat to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Robbin joined the dinner table. He took a sip of Clay's ginger wedang. "Thank you, but this doesn't change my judgment of you" he said.

"meaning?"

"Oh, come on, stop pretending. I saw you making out with Hanes" Robbin said.

"Where can? I mean it—"

"It could be, God is so good, right? By showing your bad behavior," Robbin sighed before leaving Clay's surprised look.

"Sister! Brother Robbin! Stop that!" Clay exhaled a rough breath and muttered, "Well, so sweet, Brother Robbin is jealous. He loves me, this is great progress!" screeched at the end of the sentence then stepped cheerfully following the man into the room.

Inside the room, Robbin stood by the bed while stuffing a few pieces of clothes into the suitcase. From the back Clay suddenly embraces his waist, he is a bit surprised—stop for a moment to set a heart beat pounding great—his chest presses firmly on his back until strange vibrations run through the body.

"No way," turned Clay down in a spoiled, seductive tone.

Robbin held himself back as much as possible so as not to violently remove Clay's arm link. Still fresh in the memory of the two hands of the wife holding the chest of another man. As he bragged, he said, "Learn after one man only!"

"Without you telling me to do it. This obedience of body and soul is indisputable."

Robbin's head looked up for a moment before forcibly removing Clay's hand. "You're too young to understand this" Robbin said, turning around. He reluctantly looked at the two bright eyes in front of him. "Love and loyalty are different things. You're 21, you don't quite understand the meaning of a relationship. Your emotions are still tempestuous in love affairs. It's not stable to make a choice."

The lentic hairy eyelids blinked slowly. It tickled Robbin's heart to cupper Clay's adorable face and shower him with many touches of love. Insert his taste buds between the wife's rabbit teeth.

"Once in a while, use your heart to observe something. Logic is too hard to break people's feelings. What we see is not necessarily the opposite truth" Clay said.

Clay's exposure disrupts Robbin's imagination. He held both sides of the shoulder and pushed further the deadly charm before him. "We need time to rethink this relationship. I don't want you to judge your own feelings in a hurry."

"Where was Robbin assigned to this time? Out of London?"

"The less information you get, the better it is for your safety" Robbin said, turning around and closing his suitcase. "Stay home while I'm gone. Reduce your walking habits to the park."

"Why—Kak Robbin know I have a new hobby?" clay asked as he followed Robbin to the door. "I'm coming to the airport."

Robbin stop. "My agreement never meant anything to you, did it not mean that Miss was forced?"

"Ha-ha-ha, Brother Robbin is quick to learn," praised Clay cheerfully. He followed Robbin back to the garage and got into the car.

To get to the international airport in the country, it takes twenty-eight minutes. From where Robbin lived, he traveled fifteen miles.

"Sister Robbin, can you hug me for a second?" clay asked before Robbin passed the entrance to the runway.

Robbin raised next to his eyebrows then approached Clay, reaching for his wife's slender waist, he felt a gentle swipe at his wide back.

"How long?"

"What?"

"His arms!" robbin answered still hugging Clay's body, fragrant shampoo tickling the nose so close to the top of his female head. "Think carefully as long as I'm gone."

Clay looked up and found Robbin's beautiful face, as usual, he rewarded the man's cheek with a gentle kiss. "Dispose your soul, Brother Robbin, until my mind and heart are on you" he said, trying to pull out his religious necklace, which hangs around his neck overhead. "Save it as a reminder of me. Wherever you are, take God with you, your life is safe."

Robbin did not respond, he merely commented a faint smile as he rubbed the tops of his wife's heads. Then, turn towards the entrance of the plane runway.

"Bye, bye, Brother Robbin, I miss you!" clay shouted while waving his hands.

"Hi!"

The pat on the shoulder shocked Clay. "Hanes! Great stalker!"

"I'll take you home." Hanes offers a ride.

"Or where am I here?"

"Currently, did you forget, he was Dad's man," Hanes replied in a condescending tone. While Robbin is away, he wants to get closer to Clay. Stupidhead! Robbin thinks he can take Claymira from him? One thousand ways have been prepared to forcibly break their marriage, and this is one of them. "Look, Dad didn't tell her to go abroad. Do you know where Robbin's going?"

"Absolutely not, he's quite reclusive and why don't you ask Rocky's father?"

"May all I hear is cheap gossip" Hanes murmured.

"Cowok, kok, gossiping," led Clay while giggling.

"May you not be dying to hear these rumors!" Hanes stole a glance to see the change in the look on the face of the woman he was looking for.

"I don't care."

"Although this is about Robbin?" Challenge Hanes.