Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 27: Thinking of You

The heart that was originally started to feel more relieved, Clay took a breath from the nose out through the mouth— repeated until the chest became calm. He stood up and put the big toe together with a separate heel, then positioned both hands to the side of the body. Maintain the back stay firm and puff up the chest, and keep the shoulders from curving backward. He was in that position for a minute.

A series of moves Clay made gradually until the moment of the position he liked the most. At first he curled up to the floor, positioning both forearms as support. Feeling ready, he then attached the head shoots to the floor and began to lift the legs of the level periodically, until ....

"For whatever! You want to die, huh?" robbin shouted, who suddenly entered and held onto Clay's slender body and carried him to bed. "You haven't eaten carbohydrates, and what do you think? That's dangerous!"

"Well!!! Brother Robbin, I'm just doing a yoga move, instead of breaking my neck" Clay grumbled, stomping his arms on his back. He whined because his pleasure was forcibly ruined.

"No! No! No!" Robbin moves his index finger to the left. He ruffled his waist while glaring at Clay. "That's dangerous, missing just a little bit of your bone could break!"

Clay's eyeballs are spinning, pushy. "Sister Robbin, come here, come here," he asked in a pampered rhythm and patted the mattress. "Sit, sit!"

Robbin was said to sit quietly with his face bent, he saw Clay's tight arms draped across the bow of an arrow on his flat shoulder. The woman brought her lips closer to the earlobe.

"Sister Robbin, you know, it was a yoga movement and it can relieve stress, not life" Clay whispered.

Robbin's thumb and forefinger massaged the base of the nose, and exhaled a rough breath. "Yes, your stress soon moved on to me! I'll go crazy if you're fucked."

"Sweet, sweet." Clay's smile expands perfectly, he likes the slightest attention from Robbin. Her two beautiful arms encircled the body of the husband, tightly hugging with fingers interlocked in the man's left arm. "I used to do yoga. Safe so far. If Brother Robbin is interested I want to, really, teach. And, please, I can't leave yoga. The heart becomes healthier when we do it regularly. Not only that, there are ten benefits in yoga, just search on social networking sites if you don't believe."

"Not from now on, don't turn your head like you did!" Robbin. He doesn't want to be debated. "Your melass gaze is not working, stop pouting and let's eat."

Robbin tried to pull Clay by grasping the wife's soft finger until she stood up straight.

"Sister Robbin," Clay whined, shaking Robbin's shoulder as he tailed outside the room. "Besides the somersaults can't it?"

Robbin stopped the move. "OK, besides the dangerous moves it can."

"Eemm, thank you." Clay slightly tiptoed to put his lips to Robbin's cheek briefly.

Robbin's wide eyes closed for an hour, feeling a tickling sensation that could evoke the instinct to bring Clay back to the room. It happens, if the wife has eaten properly, she does not want to invite him to be merciful on an empty stomach.

"Sister Robbin, why?" ask Clay and make Robbin aghast.

"Thinking of you," Robbin replied, taking a quick glance.

The husbands walked together down the stairs leading to the kitchen, Clay's right arm not being released from Robbin's sturdy arm.

Dreams in broad daylight no longer overshadowed Clay's mind. He also commented on the smile as bright as usual, even though both eyelids looked swollen.

"Can, heemm, it smells good" Clay praised as the roast smell pierced the sense of smell. "Sister Robbin, you're gonna make me fat, aren't you?"

"If you can be honest, yes" Robbin said with a laugh.

"Evil, how wicked. I'll never be beautiful again, Robbin!"

"Who cares, the fatter you get, the finer you get" Robbin explained as he placed a few pieces of meat onto a large white plate.

Clay's ranum lips pursed, his paripurn face looked sour. "Where is there? reduce the portion."

"No, debate! you have to gain 2 pounds in a week" Robbin broke up, with his hands busy preparing food.

Clay sulks, once then folds both arms onto the table. He snorted annoyedly and whined, "Sister Robbin, enough I don't want to be fat."

For a moment Robbin closed his eyes with Clay, his palms linked together. The woman deliberately linger, but in vain, Robbin does not ignore at all. The man feeds off a piece of meat without being asked and Clay is forced to open his mouth.

Clay's tapered cheeks bulge and move regularly when chewing food in the mouth. Inwardly wanted to refuse, but lips were unwilling to spurt out a protest. Robbin's cooking is hard to resist, it feels right on the tongue, making him want again, again, again, and again until the last mouthful.

Gas from the stomach came out loud through Clay's half-open mouth, until Robbin chuckled at it. The man poured a glass of mineral water and gave it to his woman.

"From earlier bribe me, Brother Robbin didn't eat?" ask Clay before sticking tomatoes as small as cherries.

"It's about to eat" replied Robbin.

clay's two palms were resting on his chin. He did not get tired of looking at the handsome face of the husband, a smile as bright as the blue sky was always embedded in his fragrant lips. He kept fighting off the nightmare, this was his life, and no one could keep him away from Robbin. Of course, except the death that God has outlined.

"You?" tawar Robbin when caught Clay staring at him without blinking—the woman blinked with a long pause and shook her head slowly.

"We can go for a walk if you want. To kill the boredom and maybe the dream came because you need fresh air." Robbin thought Clay was still thinking about that absurd dream. He really wanted to please Claymira Marcusya—his wife.

Clay's outstretched fingers grabbed the husband's big palm, he cupped Robbin's palm with both hands. "As long as there's Brother Robbin here, with me there'll never be boredom to come attacking."

Despite the swish of warm blood flowing throughout the veins in the body and pounding heart hammer, Robbin still displays a flat face mimic. However, the rainbow membrane in his eyes radiated happiness. He feels lucky to have a wife as perfect as Clay.

Robbin liked Clay's ways of approaching him, he didn't know when it was realized, perhaps from first glance. However, he was always pushed aside for fear that the heart that had not healed back shed blood. He didn't want his wound to get worse.

And, now having received the turmoil of Clay's love, Robbin feels his heart flexing, almost melting instead. Because the sentence that comes out smooth from the lips of the wife's ruum is so warm.