Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 26: The Warmth of the Family

The child's hairline sticks around Clay's temples and forehead which is soaked in sweat. Robbin gripped the woman's shoulder, then rubbed lovingly.

"Yuk, eat first" said Robbin, he stared at the sad eyes of the wife. "A blank stomach, in addition to making hunger also makes the mind not careless."

Even Robbin's words did not make Clay react, the woman's lips as if attached tape. He who always smiled warmly looked as dark as the gray sky.

Robbin raised one of his legs to the top of the bed, facing right in front of the wife's grim face. "Look at me!"

Clay looked up, Robbin's palms cupped each cheek moist and cold. The man clasped his forehead, the tip of their nose also met. The husband's breath felt so warm and fresh.

"Stop worrying about something uncertain. I'm still here and I'm fine" Robbin said, trying to channel positive energy. He tilted his head, kissed Clay's lips briefly and then moved away. Creating a distance of thirty inches. "Well, we can eat in the room. Wait, I'll be back."

Robbin was about to pass, but Clay's cold fingers grabbed her wrists and said, "No, it's best to eat in the kitchen."

"Alright, don't be long." Robbin smiled and left the room after lightly rubbing Clay's head.

Clay's shoulders slumped as the man's wide back disappeared behind the door, in one stroke of tears running down the cheeks. The pillow on the left was grabbed, he buried his face there until surprised by the ringing sound of a mobile phone.

His dim eyes scanned the screen inscribed with a name, Clay's slender palms erasing the tear marks. He inhaled a deeper breath before receiving the call.

Clay touched the phone handle image on the phone. "Hi, Dad." He greeted with a hoarse voice and listened to the speech across there.

As soon as there was a pause, he said, "No, I was just a nightmare." Clay calmed the father who sounded very anxious. "Jeez, Dad, I'm happy here, really. Brother Robbin is good to me."

Despite this, Albert still did not believe. Clay who heard everything the father said just shook his head slowly. He knew the first love of his life wasn't until the heart saw him suffer.

"Yes, this isn't what Daddy thinks, he loves me." Clay sighed and asked, "Now, what made Daddy call me?"

Yeah, God. Wrong again, Clay. He heard scolding along the railway tracks, without any interest interrupting. "Oh, come on, Dad, of course I miss you guys."

Clay moved from sitting and approached the dressing table, his irises looked red and his eye clusters swelled. He put his ears wide, both corners of the lips pulled upwards. His dim eyes sparkled like the sun that came after the rain whack.

"Thank God, I'm happy to hear that. Because nine days ago, Robbin asked about their news. Thank you Daddy for fulfilling my request." The phone was still stuck in the ear as Clay walked to the bathroom, until the father ended the conversation.

"Okay, I love you, Dad. Greetings to Mommy and the family there, sorry for rarely giving word" Clay said as soon as he got a chance to talk.

"Bye bye." The phone connection was also cut off.

...***...

Right in one of the hospital hallways looked like a middle-aged man was finished undergoing nerve treatment. She was flanked by two middle-aged and young women. Although the smile was not on its back, his third face looked radiant. Roman relief is clearly illustrated.

"Thank you, Mr. Albert," he said sincerely, as soon as he met the man who brought him here.

"It's not true, sir, you're not here because of me. Because the one who bears all the costs of treatment is none other than your own son" Albert explained.

Therapy carried out for several months is fruitful, the middle-aged man was able to walk even though somewhat dragged. And, now they intend to get out of the multi-storey building that emits the distinctive aroma of drugs and disinfectants.

Albert seemed to be thinking of something, he walked slowly offsetting the person next to him with both hands clutched together behind his body.

"Look, sir, please reconsider your desire to return to Indonesia soon" Albert said later.

Despite not turning his head, Albert knew the man beside him looked surprised. It is as comfortable as the country people are more comfortable own country.

"It's just a suggestion, sir, if you don't mind" Albert added. Instead of being honest, he threw a bait wrapped in options to the interlocutor. He knows, in this way the man will be guidance and could be undo the intention. He couldn't have taken any more risks. At least, both Monica's parents are safe here.

"To be honest living here made it easier for me and my wife, because the distance to the hospital was so close, but I had an obligation to look after Monica."

Albert glanced at the mentioned girl from behind the shoulder. "If it's a problem, I assure you he's safe. Don't you think, Ica?" albert ended up asking.

"Yes, Dad, Mr. Albert always made sure everything was safe" Monica said, some of it was too safe in my heart even, until I couldn't go anywhere but to school. If you want to get out of the house there is always someone who follows, I do not dislike, but it is too excessive—like the president who needs an escort when blusukan.

"You heard it yourself, didn't you, sir?" Albert puffed his chest, feeling proud of the actions he felt were right. "Monica I've considered her like a princess myself. Considering my daughter's the only one coming with the husband." Her memories almost shed tears of longing.

"I understand, but isn't it too much trouble?"

Albert turned his head for a while and said, "Not at all."

"Thank you once again, my family is indebted to you" said the man beside Albert. He had no idea where Albert had come from, all he knew was a brief message from the son via the princess's social networking site. The eldest son said, there will be someone to replace him while he works out of town, as he always has.

"There's no counting the debt of gratitude in the family" Albert said, "Let me take it along."

Without feeling the conversation lasted until the lobby, in front of the car waiting for a shiny white with sliding doors. The room in it is so elongated that the feet can be slanted.

The four people entered one by one. Monica and her mother have fallen asleep in the back seat, while the other two are still conversing; ranging from discussing the ball, business, politics, and about each other's childhood. The warmth of the family was so strong.