Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 2: Oh, Robbin I Need You

The owner of the baritone voice was tall and handsome although his shoulders slightly bent as if carrying a load. His thin face is very similar to that of his father—Rocky boss Robbin— who will certainly look charming when exuding a strong personality aura. Unfortunately, Hanes is just plain good-looking. Near Robbin who looks beautiful and brown-skinned, Hanes was impressed softer.

"Bring that thing back, I—"

"Suppose this is your wedding present." Hanes interrupts Robbin's remarks, handing Clay a velvet box containing a ring.

Rushing Clay opened the box, his eyes sparkled when he saw two diamond-studded objects in one of them.

Clay was flattered, he knew Hanes must be happy despite not being able to have him. He considers the man to be an older brother, because of the friendship that has been established since childhood.

"Thank you, Hanes" Clay said after receiving it and handed it to Robbin.

Robbin threw away his face, unwilling to take the gift. Emotions rage in the heart, receiving a ring from Hanes isn't it like that snot guy married to Clay? Reluctantly soaring, the self-ego balked at help in any form.

"Please Brother Robbin," the Reverend ordered.

Robbin's daydream was caved, he reached out with a gamang. Then, grab the wife's fingers. A perfectly curved smile on those lip-snippling lips.

Robbin's touch sent a shocking wave along Clay's arm, he closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath. The tip of the fingers of the husband along the skin of his ring finger when pairing the ring.

I'm not dreaming, am I? Oh, Robbin I need you, Clay's inner flowering.

Robbin incubated, frustration printed clearly on the hardened face. But everyone seems to not care. This marriage was so stressful for her. He knew after coming out of the chapel his way of life had changed, the principles he had held firm all along collapsed.

People applauded, Robbin was inflamed watching their happy faces. I am happy over his suffering. He immediately got off the pulpit, leaving Clay there alone.

"Robbin!" snapped Albert, but got no response at all.

"Dad, let it go" Clay's great-grandson followed the husband's long steps. The wide dress wrapped around the body almost made her fall down as she went down the porch steps.

Robbin's strong instincts realized the wife's carelessness, his sturdy fingers grabbed Clay's arms deftly until unconscious faces close together. For ten seconds the lips of the two touched, equally transfixed by the incident. Until the sound of applause resuscitated him.

"Ah, how romantic. Let's go, the newlyweds apparently need privacy" chirped one of the housekeepers.

Robbin hurriedly straightened Clay and his own body, then turned to look at Albert who was standing not far from the chapel door.

"Sir Albert, I hope you don't renege!" grunts Robbin.

"Don't worry, your family is safe with me" Albert passed.

"I want to see them now!"

"The timing is not right, Robbin, I hope you can be more patient" Albert said.

Robbin's thumb lightly massaged the left temple before catching up with her unwanted in-laws.

"Robbin, wait!"

Clay's soft voice stopped her husband's steps even without turning her head, she said, "Thank you, Kak—Robbin." Doubt accompanies that phrase.

The wrinkles on Robbin's forehead gradually disappear, only this time someone called him with the 'Sister' addition to his Monica—adiknya. Does that conglomerate girl think she can melt my heart by changing her greeting? It's not that easy, Clay, to the death I rejected you! inner Robbin.

Pretending to be nice is not Robbin's nature, it's not his fault if you don't ignore the girl. He had already confirmed many times to Clay, that this marriage would not work out properly.

Clay stared intently at the wide back of the man before him. "Keep acting like that! Your stubbornness looks sexy in my eyes" Clay murmured with a smile. "Isn't this crazy?"

"I don't think so" said Hanes, suddenly standing behind Clay.

"Hanes! Do you know where I got married today?" clay asked, feeling surprised because he did not leak news related to an important event that was taking place a moment ago.

"If you want them to leave, you better make a clarification right away" Hanes said.

"Ah, let Daddy take care of it, yuk!"

Clay heads to the main house in Hanes' car. In a hurry the young man took his vehicle to the front of the chapel terrace.

While Albert answered some media questions, the rest of the family enjoyed lunch in the dining room.

"Mommy, how mean!" clay was so aware of her mother's presence there. "Dad was fighting outside, and I'm sorry, Mom."

"As far as Mommy knows, Daddy's the toughest guy" Belle argues.

"Where is Robbin's brother, Mom?"

Belle's neatly arranged brows furrowed for a while before answering the question. The princess never spoke this sweet. "Over upstairs, maybe in your room" he said later.

"Alright I—"

"The company Hanes ate first, honey, look at him almost withered standing there," Belle cut off as she pointed at Hanes.

Clay's radiant face turned grim, he did not want to make a mistake on the first day bearing the title of Mrs Robbin Son Robet.

"No problem, Auntie, it's time for me to go home" Hanes said despite the difficulty in saying.

"Sweet, sweet. You're my best brother Hanes" Clay said sincerely before walking towards the dining-room door.

Twenty steps down the stairs, Clay holds the stacking as he steps onto each step. The closer to the room the more it adds to the tension in its flat stomach. He's very nervous now.

Clay observed the window-covering curtains in the second-floor corridor waving in the wind, the white cloth gently rubbing her beautiful face.

"If it's Robbin's hand, it's definitely more fun" Clay said at the touch of her husband.

Now, Clay was already standing stiffly in front of the two-meter-and-a-half-high golden gilded door. Just by imagining being in one room with Robbin, his entire senses brushed.

After encouraging himself, Clay opened the door with certainty.

"Wao! Here comes the main character, think about what I can say to them?" ask Robbin while referring to the media.

"Anything, but they'll think you're a liar!"

"Sy little girl!" hina Robby before saying a more scathing sentence, "You must be aware that this is blackmail. This attitude of yours makes me nauseous, a woman who no longer has any self-esteem!"

Instead of emotions, Clay laughed out loud and did not seem sane. "Oh, don't deny it, brother. Look at me and say out loud that Brother Robbin doesn't have the slightest taste towards me!"

Clay took a step slowly, the tail of his white dress sweeping the wood patterned marble floor. Now, the distance between him and Robbin was only two feet. The sleeves that were not covered in cloth were getting brighter in the light from the window, Clay reached out and finger fingers down the chest of the field in front of him.

Smiling faintly, Clay whispered seductively as he gently rubbed Robbin's lips with his thumb, "It looks like this body is more honest than your mouth."

"Keep your hands out of there!"

"Ha-ha-ha, what an impatient husband. Do you want to help me take off this dress?"

"Reply check your brain to the doctor!" snapped Robbin before leaving.

"Sexy, so sexy" Clay murmured.