Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 17: Claymira, dear

Ordering food from outside the solution when hungry, Clay sat alone at the dinner table with grilled salmon that had been cold because it was ordered this morning. He has no appetite. His mind and heart now split in two, either choosing to keep the household or go with Hanes.

It had been more than five days since the close of the night, Clay ignored calls and messages from friends. He spent his days in silence at home. Wading everything. I hope everything will be okay.

Clay's crimped forehead hit the table lightly before snorting. He rearranged the broken pieces of loyalty. What should he do now? Lazily he stepped into the dishwasher.

A periodic knock on the door, Clay dries out a wet palm. Then, look who's coming. He peeked out from behind the door.

"Hanes?"

Open the door or let it go until the man is tired and goes away by himself, but Clay does not have the heart to see the gloom on the face of the friend.

With all the confidence Clay had left to open the door, he hoped to welcome Hanes as a friend would. A close friend, though difficult after all that happened on that cold night.

"How much do you do, Clay?"

"No, not so, Han. I, still—" Clay became misbehaved when Hanes was squeaking, trying to guess the direction of the conversation. "Don't look at me like that!"

"You're torturing me" whispered Hanes. He approached Clay, bringing the woman's soft hand to the chest. "Don't think much, good times won't wait for hesitant people, Clay."

"I've decided to stay, Han. This is my home, and it's supposed to be waiting for my husband to come home."

"Omong empty!" Hanes was furious, "before we have discussed it and as planned, we will return to Indonesia to cancel your marriage."

"Can't it, it's legally possible, Han, but religiously? Of course, God doesn't allow that" Clay said.

Hanes growled, his patience had reached the crown. He lunged at Clay until he was cornered in the corner of the sofa.

"Han! Off!" whining Clay, he pushed firmly on Hanes' shoulder that was overrunning his body. "For whatever reason, stay away, otherwise—"

"What's? There's no one here!" whispered Hanes. "By the way your body reacts, Clay, you want it just as much as I do."

"I refuse you, Han, don't forget that!" Clay pushed the tall figure in front of him backward and he took advantage of the gap between them.

"Clay! Where are you going?" A terrifying grin was plastered on Hanes' sinister-looking face. He stepped slowly as if afraid of his prey being surprised then blurred. "There is something between us, you welcome my touch warmly, even your lips give a very good response. Our breaths hunt each other."

"Sorry, if I give you an impression of interest. I really didn't mean that, Han. And, about me agreeing to go with you, that's my ridiculous thought. My brain is cloudy, please don't take it seriously" Clay said.

"Slow, Clay!" said Hanes lirih.

Clay retreats regularly, he laments the folly of that night where he accepts Hanes' offer in a state of rage. An unidentified number sends a photo of Robbin's closeness to someone, more certainly the woman he believes is Martha.

Five days ago on the way home from the beach Clay's phone vibrated, it rang an incoming message. She was too excited to have waited a long time for news from her husband. However, he was made to burn jealous because of the photos that came through a short message.

Robbin hugs so affectionately with a woman, her sensual lips smiling warmly. Different when together with Clay, who always put the face of a jutek.

Clay decides to return home the next day, but while packing he finds a box of heart-red velvet. There was not the slightest bit of curiosity about the contents. Angrily he slammed the box in any direction. The whole thing came out with a scrap of greeting card.

With a mind of no-no and no-no Clay started guessing who it was for? Of course, a special gift will be given to the most special person for Robbin. Or it could be that the jewelry belongs to his future wife was—Martha.

Clay's fingers collected a set of beautiful jewelry one by one and grabbed a greeting card lying not far from there.

Clay's plump eyelashes swung slowly along his petals as he read the handwriting on the white paper.

...Claymira, dear....

...After what we've been through all this time, I want to apologize to you, I think I have to start all over again so that this household does not sink before reaching the port. Hopefully until old age you never get bored of me who always makes you hurt and upset. I know how much my love will never exceed the purity of your love. I hope that after this we can sail the ark of a harmonious and loving household. Thank you for understanding me all this time, I LOVE YOU My Angel...

...Your husband,...

Clay was bowed so deeply, the feeling became erratic. The heart stops beating for a moment before racing faster. The rush in taking a stand proves that he is not yet an adult. Like Robbin said last time before he left.

I should have understood Robbin's work, maybe that woman was his co-worker, yeah that kind of thing. But, Hanes, did he lie about the woman in the picture? Wh-wh-what for? You idiot! So stupid! Hanes loves me, he has always liked me, I know and warned him to throw away those feelings. But, why didn't Robbin give any news at all? The phone is dead too. Is he okay there? inner Clay.

A million prejudices danced in Clay's mind that night, he should not be narrow-minded. He must prove to Robbin that he is an adult and capable of making choices.

Clay loved Robbin before he even knew for sure the man had his heart set on him. From the beginning he could bear the risk of being ignored just like that, because Robbin was stone-hearted. Then, why after so far so desperate and give up.

Where Clay is tough and sturdy as a rock. He should have waited until Robbin came back to ask about the letter.

Worried about dragging Clay into a dilemma, he needed his mother to brainstorm.

"Hello, Mommy," Clay greeted his mother across the phone.

Belle's distinctive raucous wake-up voice recalls, "Yes, honey, is everything okay?"

"No, Mom." Clay heard the grudges of his mother's anger, like rushing to wake up upon hearing her complaints.

"Say, honey," he said later.

Clay adjusted his breath to make his voice more calm. "Sister Robbin opened my heart to me and—"

There was a pause when Clay told her the problem, but Belle patiently waited until the princess was willing to talk again.

"And, I found a photo that shows that she's having a romance with another woman."

"Oh, honey, that's all," Belle said as a gasp sounded. "The foundation of marriage is trust. How can two people unite until death without mutual trust? Sometimes there is a fight, but it is merely a seasoning flavoring a relationship that will become increasingly tight. And, honey, never doubt your partner's loyalty. Try asking carefully, find out the truth before taking action," Belle said at length. "Honey, you mean, Mommy?"

"Yes, Mom."

A conversation with his mother led Clay to cancel a plan he had made with Hanes. And, the man did not seem to accept.

Hanes felt blessed, for which he came today. Whether willingly or by force, Clay must come with him.

"Clay, go!" persuade Hanes.

Clay held the staircases with a step back. "Shut up there, Han!" His body shivered when it got the lustful gaze of the man in front of him.

Hanes lunged at him until he fell backwards. "It's stupid that Robbin left you alone" he whispered in Clay's left ear. With the tip of Hanes' little finger stroked the woman's neck under her sack.

"Don't fuck around, Han!"

"Sst, stt, stt, just shut up and enjoy." Jemari Hanes reached for Clay's neck.

"Please—kan—aku!" Strongly Clay swung his legs until a squeak and swearing came out from the lips of the man in front of him. He escapes immediately before Hanes catches him.

Clay went into the room and threw out the door leaf behind him then turned the key that was hanging on the knob.

A heavy and slow step approached the room, Hanes knocked gently. "Open the door, Clay."

"Go or do you want to see my body, Han?" scream Clay.

"Clay, don't fuck around!"

"Go, Han! Go!"

Amidst the tension, Clay hears Hanes' footsteps coming down the stairs. He also drowned behind the door. While crying bitterly, condemning stupidity and self-indulgence.