Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 18: Trusting Me, Brother Robbin

"I'm not sure we'll succeed in this mission. Oh, it's a miracle" Meghan exclaimed.

Robbin folds his hands in front of his chest while leaning. "Feeling satisfied with one success is not good for your career progress" he explained.

Meghan's narrow eyes blinked softly before saying, "You're right, but this isn't done yet, is it? It had to change hands before anyone noticed."

"Good idea, we're done here." Robbin restores his thick black hair and then sips coffee that has warm-warm nails.

"Where are you going after this?"

Robbin looked at his interlocutor from behind the coffee cup. "Anywhere, and no need for friends."

"Breakfast, I almost want to come with you" Meghan said with a soft laugh. "See you at the next meeting."

"I hope there is no chance" Robbin said in a made-up arrogant tone. "Real women are much better."

"Oh, R—Marc, that's not polite. This togetherness was too short, so I didn't have much of a chance to show myself. And, bye bye, have a good day." Meghan walked away from Robbin's desk and continued to walk decisively away from the cafe.

Robbin called one of the waiters and then gave him some money. "Save the change," he said, rising from his seat.

Robbin's metallic black car splits through the suburban street, observing medieval model buildings. The spacious courtyard covered with large trees looked so beautiful, about a hundred meters he stopped the vehicle in front of one of the houses.

The two-story building has sturdy pillars as a refutation. The front porch is so wide as well as a grassy yard that stretches.

Robbin was warmly welcomed by the homeowner, "Gee, surprise. Guess who's coming, honey?" exclaim the forties woman by holding a toddler on her slender hips.

A middle-aged man poked out from behind the room divider curtains. While observing the young man from head to toe, he asked, "What commotion brought you here?"

"It is definitely not a natural disaster" Robbin said and welcomed the friendly embrace of a man named Bima.

"Come in." Bima invited before asking his soul mate to prepare a snack. "Alice, get something ready."

The blonde woman commented on the brief smile while leaving the two men of different ages in the living room.

"Never imagined by me, a professional loner as happy as this," commented Robbin, of all the people Robbin thought would never get married, Bima became the top of the list considering when the first meeting of the age of the man was no longer young and not married.

"Children and wives turn our bad behavior into the opposite" said Bima.

"I agree that the woman really loves you" Robbin murmured. "Ha-ha-ha, the worst part is when you bear the feeling that— arguably did not want the woman to be close to another man."

"Aye, that's jealous of her name," Bima said with a ruckus, from the inner room a six-year-old girl ran over and dropped down on her, "Bethany, say hello."

"Hi," she said in a soft voice typical of cute little girls. "Papa I'm having trouble finishing this picture." Bethany showed me a half-finished pencil scratch.

"After that tragic love story, I hope you're not allergic to the smells of marriage." Bima said on the sidelines of activities with her daughter.

"A little coercion from the conglomerate girl is quite potent," Robbin said as he slammed his back into the backrest.

"Moveable coercion, of course." Without looking at Robbin Bima responded. "It's perfect Bethany, cool isn't it?"

"Yes, thank you, Papa." Bethany's voice sounded cheerful and gentle. The girl gave him a kiss on his cheek. "I'll color it." She ran away from the two grown men in the living room.

Alice held one hand to her hip. "Do you guys just want to keep chatting and skip dinner?"

Robbin and Bima looked at each other in passing.

"Come, we can eat casually," asked Bima.

The dining room in the Bima residence is no less spacious than the other rooms. The long table has a seat on the left right. The middle-aged man took his place at the head of the table.

Little Bethany followed shortly after. "Mama, is there any milk pudding?"

"Yes, honey, but it'll be served after you finish dinner tonight." Alice put down a plate of rice complete with vegetables and fish.

All family members including Robbin enjoyed the meal quite quietly except for two-year-old Bima's second Darren—anak.

"Sorry, Robbin, this dinner is a little messed up" Alice said as she prepared the meal Darren had shed.

"That's great, Alice, she's very active." Robbin commented on the sincere smile.

Alice brought Darren to change clothes. "Darling, can you help me clean this up later?" ask Bima before she really leaves.

"Of course" said Bima. "Bethany are you ready to finish your pudding?"

"Yes, but while watching TV," Bethany replied.

Robbin feels the warmth of family at the friend's house, thinking he'll one day have beautiful, handsome kids with Clay.

"Still working with Rocky?"

Bima's questions spread Robbin's daydreams. "Yes" he answered.

"Still like the challenge apparently," responded Bima. "Is there an intention to switch professions after marriage?"

"Even before marriage, it's been a hundred times—not—more than that I guess. I myself wonder why I love this chaotic profession and tend to risk my life. However, it does feel satisfying after successfully solving the case." There was a proud tone in Robbin's voice regarding the field that has been involved so far.

"Young soul." Bima chuckled, because she used to think as much as the young man in front of her. He had long since quit the private agency that Rocky founded, until he decided to quit after marriage. "How's your family doing?"

Robbin's two hands on the table clenched tightly, she didn't even know how her father, mother, and sister were doing. Are they okay?

Robbin's angry gaze glared away at the last conversation between him and Clay in the airport lounge.

Robbin categorically questions the whereabouts and condition of his family held by Albert.

"Sister Robbin, why look at me as if I'm horned and tailed?" Clay felt intimidated by the sharp blasting of the husband's iris.

"Indeed, cunning devil!" Robbin snorted and then gulped the orange ice to the toilet. "I still doubt that my family is okay in Mr. Albert's hands."

"Sometimes it's better to believe something because it's a relief. Well, even if it's only a while," Clay chimed around the table to sit next to Robbin. He flanked the man's hard arm. "I'm only fit, not some time and they're my family, too, Brother Robbin, where maybe I have the heart or Daddy can bother Daddy Robet. This time, please believe me."

Robbin took a long time to observe the seriousness on the wife's face. The lacquered eyelids winked softly, as if waving, staining for Robbin to approach and give a kiss.

"Sister Robbin, this is not a suitable place to do that" Clay seduced, successfully ruining Robbin's pleasure. He could distinguish his usual and longing gaze. "Back from work, we could spend the long nights together."

Robbin's sensual lips curved faintly, it took foresight to realize that. He didn't want to be seen melting in front of his wife. Not before all the trouble between them ended.

"Trust me, Brother Robbin!" Clay reassured by tightly grasping Robbin's big hand and it delivered calmness.

Clay's memory urges Robbin to come home soon. Clear up all the misconceptions that exist—about family, its proximity to Hanes. Everyone, he wanted to straighten things out.

"They're okay, Robbin?" ask Bima.

And, Robbin flinched from the daydream of the last conversation with his wife.

"Yes, they're fine."

"Your voice confirms a lie" Bima said.

"Where can I forget that ability, sorry I came here," said Robbin pretending to be angry because Bima knew the anxiety of his heart. "They're very cunning, Bima. The rich family used Father, Mother, and Monica to blackmail me."

"And, you're giving up? just bow down? I obviously don't believe it. Impossible!" Bima jumped out of her seat, recalling the personal Robbi who was almost without weakness. "Is this why you're taking the conglomerate girl's coercion?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You love her?"

Robbin looked down deeply, trying to hide her feelings. He doesn't want anyone to know. He refused to admit. "No, not at all!"

"Isn't this funny?"

"What?" Hearing that Robbin raised his head quickly, until a smile emanated on the look on the middle-aged man's face.

"I'm just a young man, and I think that girl's crazy for putting a liking on you. Looking from his persistence to drag you up to the altar. Ha-ha-ha, that girl is quite brave. What's the name of that crazy girl?"

"Clay—Claymira's chat. He's too young and too obsessive in my opinion. A kind of temporary strong desire."

"Yes, if your attitude is sweet to him" Bima said.

"Sugary?" Robbin parroted, then continued the sentence inwardly, Rough is very unpleasant. I tried to keep my distance, a little hard and snapped turned out to be useless. Clay is getting sticky. Did he really love me after what he did behind my back? Hanes, Clay enjoys that closeness.

"Sweet behavior until all the women are willing to bend their knees at your feet? And, it's no longer your nature after the failure of your marriage to Martha."

"Instead" Robbin said, admitting defeat. "I hate to bring it up. That name sounds bad!"

Bima knows now, Robbin is still afraid to start something from the beginning of a wedding bond as if it were a frightening specter. "The girl is not him. Uen, Mira—Claymira, right? I'm guessing he's sacrificed a lot of things?"

"Not counting."

"Love, that's what she expects of you. Stupid if you waste it," said Bima.