Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 3: Abstinence from Surrender

All of Robbin's nerves stiffen when he accidentally or intentionally comes into contact with Clay, who is now officially his wife. He cursed along the corridor of the magnificent house of the greatest elekronic businessman sincearta— in outline of his wealth can not be traced—can be said to be universal.

"When did this nightmare end?" robbin grumbled, recalling his first encounter with Clay.

All happened about a year ago, Robbin asked Rocky to escort a girl in the Aussie. In the first three months of running errands, he was attacked by saturation, there was not much to do. Most only helped when the girl almost fell into the street, because she was joking with some friends.

"Thank you." So Clay said then and Robbin passed.

Until something really threatens safety if Robbin doesn't act fast. I don't know what the girl did, so it provoked the anger of a kangaroo. Robbin guessed, the mammal was shocked to hear his screams.

"Oh, God, help me!" Clay ran zig-zagging and screaming in fear, one of his friends was seen running to call the tourist officer.

"Shut up!" robbin shouted as he increased his running rate to protect the girl, he did not want to be fired because of something as trivial as this.

Robbin was finally able to reach Clay's small body. With a pounding heart both rolled onto the ground. "For God's sake, please shut up, Miss!" he snapped, because the girl in his arms was still roaring hysterically. He knew by pretending to be dead the animal would stop attacking.

However, Clay did not want to stop screaming, especially now his slender body was trembling. Until the girl felt the muscular arms of a man hugging firmly, becoming a shield for her. He was calmer because he felt protected, then took a deep breath.

Robbin's deception affects Clay's body, his heart racing faster. The masculine scent that smelled was so intoxicating that it involuntarily closed its eyes. His fear is disappearing.

However, the grumpy kangaroo could not stop because it was running too fast, Robbin felt sharp nails tearing his right arm. He tried to act as calm as possible despite the stinging. The beast went away so unopposed. Along with a task comes to help.

Robbin's fingers were covered in blood as it stretched out to help Clay stand up. "Are you okay?"

"I'll see you're not okay" Clay replied, his countenance visibly muddled, drenched in sweat and dust from rolling on the ground. "Excuse me, sir, where can we get treatment?" clay asked the newly arrived officer, seeing fresh blood running down Robbin's arm.

"Let's come with us. Oh, miss, we're really sorry about this. The tour will compensate" the officer replied guiltily.

The three headed for a building not too far from the exit of the tourist spot. The building looked clean and well maintained, there was a blonde female attendant there.

Once at the clinic, the atmosphere was a bit somber and then the officer turned on the lights. "We regret this, sir," said the female nurse, putting on a sad face.

"My situation isn't very dangerous, but it almost hurt her!" robbin replied, looking at Clay for a glance, then continued saying, "Don't worry too much, Miss, it's not too bad, really."

"Have you received an anti-tetanus shot?"

"Yes, about seven months ago" Robbin said.

Clay simply stared at the two men without doing anything until the attendant who had ushered in offered him a drink. In spite of all that, he seemed to remember something. This encounter with his rescuer has happened several times, maybe four or— more than that. "Ah, isn't this really amazing?" clamor Clay suddenly, up to three pairs of eyes turned together.

Unraveling Robbin's true identity, Clay has found a way to corner him until he opens his mouth. From there, the conglomerate girl was looking for an opportunity to be close to Robbin.

However, dear Robbin's heart is as hard as a rock. He often kept a safe distance. Well, even though it still has to appear in the moments needed as it is now.

Two months later, Clay decided to return to Jakarta because he had graduated from college. He landed after flying for approximately 6 hours and 35 minutes. The girl was seen waiting in front of the trunk to pick up her suitcase. Then, make a phone call with no one. Robbin was just watching him from a distance.

Robbin's thick eyebrows furrowed and his sharp eyes squinted so instinctively caught the suspicious signal, he saw two people following the steps of the girl he had always guarded so far.

As a trained undercover agent, Robbin monitored the movements of the two men without suspicion. The men led Clay out of the airport area to a deserted place. His sharp eyes saw the glint of a dagger behind the conglomerate girl's back.

"Damn! how can I fail," said Robbin, he did not want people to realize the events that were happening, because it would endanger his client.

The hot afternoon sun so jerked the skin, especially the density of Jakarta makes the air hotter. Even the wind cannot cool the atmosphere.

Downstream people in and out of the airport occasionally damage Robbin's concentration. He almost lost track of Clay.

When he saw the girl resigned near a black car, Robbin rushed over after hiding her face behind a hat and mask. "Excuse me, sir?" reproofing.

One of them was surprised, his face looked wry and answered Robbin's reprimand by tightening his jaw. "Yes, Mom, what's wrong?"

"Look, sir, I want—" Robbin deliberately stalling for time, waiting for the atmosphere of the parking lot a bit quiet. "Emm, I was confused looking for this address," he asked as he showed the phone.

The person of not too high stature implied doubt, he seemed reluctant or aware of the awkwardness.

Robbin shifted to the left side, reducing the distance even more so that it was easy in a crippling tactic. He cleared his throat a few times while observing the change in the faces of the two people, as well as the girl who was still standing rigidly beside the door.

Clay's normally red face now looked deathly pale, sweaty fur rolling from his forehead past the temples. The hairs that come out of the clasp are attached to the cheek.

"I—" A glance at Clay's tiptoed Shoulder was so voice-opening.

Clay's words were immediately cut by one of them. "Oh, you can take jalan—"

Not yet finished the speech, Robbin has floated a kick to surprise both. The knife that had been in his grasp had slipped out.

"Bad!" attack one of them while attacking.

The quiet location makes it easier for Robbin to act, the frightened Clay running to get help.