Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 19: Yes, Pretty Religious Girl

Two other people of that age have moved to the workspace while enjoying gin— alcoholic drinks made by distilling fermented extracts of grain— hoping to warm the body.

"I'm too old for her." Robbin's gaze was fixed towards the curtain that was moving in the wind without actually seeing it. He was too afraid to look straight ahead, while the past kept on undermining not wanting to break away. "He's younger than her."

"Even, huh? Heem." Bima rubbed lightly chin that began to be rough because overgrown short feathers shaved scars. "Aren't we now discussing someone's feelings, instead of doing a population census?"

Robbin chuckled at the middle-aged man's crisp joke. "He likes other people, Bim. I've seen him make out with men his age. That's pretty much the basis, that his love was just, well, like I said, just a moment."

"It's not concrete enough before you ask the question." Bima sighed before returning to speak, "Early read the quotes'often what is seen to be true, not necessarily the truth. Don't get caught up in a mistake just because of eye sight' for business this time, try asking your heart."

"Logic, Bim," firmly Robbin and got the trinkets from Bima. "My heart has been reduced to ashes. And, you need to know— that man is Hanes."

"Hanes?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"How can your taste be the same?" tanya Bima refused to believe.

"Both of their parents were friends, dear. I also just found out, really, kind of surprised." Robbin paused for a moment before saying, "They intend to match her children."

Bima's eyes widened. "But the girl chose you instead? Did you take a chance— desecrate her chastity?"

"Huh? I'm not a destroyer, Bim. Even if I look at her behavior, I'm not sure she's a virgin. Uh, actually the girl is intoxicating. It smells like raindrops on barren ground." Robbin's tanned eyes are shiny, shining when telling of his wife's temperament.

"Then?"

"Yes, all women are the same. He was more aggressive than—" Robbin glanced at the middle-aged man. "I hate your probing gaze, Bim."

Bima sees love emanating faintly in the glare of Robbin's eyes when telling how Clay is.

"I don't want to, Rob, it's instinct. You know that." Bima sighed once more, she knew the young man in front of her was being confused in taking a stance. "Take this as a challenge. Moving forward is much better than living in regret. You don't want to let go of the satisfaction of being forcibly taken away by the past? Don't let hatred take over where it's supposed to be filled with healing."

"Of course." Robbin took a breath and rubbed the rough face. He poured the gin into an empty glass. "I don't want to be played, Bim. Uh, yeah, it hurts a lot. It happened on the wedding day, remember? The invitation has already spread and—dia go— is brought by a new storm of love that is certainly more everything than me, especially age. He says I'm too old, our thinking is different. Brengseekk, right? Or I'm a moron who just wants to believe in the sweet words."

Robbin turned a glance, looking up before leaning his back against the sofa. He is a coward when it comes to dealing with love. He doesn't have much experience with this. Once in love is abandoned, it's really sad.

"It's too hard to believe this, Bim" Robbin said.

"Do you aspire to devote yourself to the hatred of all women after the injuries caused by them?" Bima put on a serious face when talking, "You will age without being able to show anything to the person who has made you wallow in bitter memories," said Bima, as a motivator for television shows.

Unknowingly Robbin continues to rub the pendulum necklace Clay gave.

"Praise God, you are conscious" cried Bima so aware of the faint movement of the friend. "I can guess that's from him—Claymira."

"bad? I don't agree! What a poor girl because she's attracted to the wrong people. Ha-ha-ha," joked Bima, patting steadily on the shoulder of the figure beside her.

"Damn!" reply Robbin, then drink a sip of gin, "What do I do now, Bim?"

"Go home, hug and kiss her." Bima said that with a gesture full of appreciation. "People are going to be stupid when they fall in love." Remembering Bima against yourself.

"Yes, that sounds both fun and laughable" Robbin said, putting on a face as if feeling amused. "Thank you for today, Bim. I need to get home quickly and my plane will fly tonight" Robbin said, putting an empty glass on the table.

"Trust me, that love is never wrong and always brings happiness," Bima said as she drove the young man through the corridor of her magnificent home.

"Where are your wife and kids?" ask Robbin for saying goodbye.

"Sleeping fast, Alice usually falls asleep while accompanying them" said Bima.

"Send my regards to him."

"Of course, be careful. And heal your heart, love your wife."

Robbin promises to love Clay to death. "Yes, thank you, Bim. Good night," said Robbin.

"Good night."

Robbin's black metallic car came out of the courtyard of Bima's house. He drove the four-wheeled vehicle to the rental place, then ordered a taxi to drive to the airport.

Robbin looked at the wrist watch, the departure time was 10 minutes away. However, he instead stayed away from the path that matched the ticket in his hand.

Two people from the right and back seemed to be following Robbin since then. When their eyes met, Robbin turned to the toilet. He lives in one of the empty rooms.

The instinct in Robbin never misses, there is a threat that comes. The two men were still following. Robbin's pair of tanned eyes watched the fourth step of the foot from behind the door.

As expected, one of them kicked the door. Robbin's quick movements dodged precisely. He did not give the man any more chances to attack. However, others block, spontaneously Robbin's body curls up to avoid a fist.

When he managed to dodge, Robbin immediately kicked the man on the back. Then, connect with the fist that is not broken until the opponent is dazed.

At that moment, Robbin swiftly grabbed the arm of the person in the room. Then, point the knee to the person's face.

"Who told you to?" robbin snapped while urging his assailant into one corner, but before giving a reply, suddenly the person's head was bowed in.

Robbin dropped the attacker's limp body, he scanned around. Luckily the toilet was empty. He rushed out of there to continue his journey.

"Oh, oh, my gosh, it's too late, '" angry Robbin when he realized the plane he was about to board was flying. He has to book the next flight.