Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 30: Emergency

Being ignored again is a tremendous pain, like being isolated in the midst of excitement. Dropped alone in the corner of the crowd and then a million local and foreign residents.

Clay observed the atmosphere outside the window, the city lights started to light up. The bright lights beat the stars. He set his breath before turning towards Robbin.

"Sister Robbin, angry?"

"There's no reason for that, I know Hanes is your friend, and please don't talk about him!" robbin without looking.

Clay changed again his sitting position facing straight ahead. He glared into the clouds.

If you had known, Brother Robbin, there is so much I have not revealed to you. Honestly, I'm too afraid to say that, I can't afford to lose you. Can I keep this secret to myself? I was too embarrassed *confess*i, Clay's inner with a tinge of redness in the eyes, the warm clear water fell in one blink.

Clay threw a wistful gaze away, throwing it out the car window. Until no one knew that her crying had broken, it just flowed down both cheeks.

"Damn!" robbin suddenly pulled over the car. He knew the wife was crying even though her eyes had focused on the highway. His arms stretched out, pulling Clay into a hug. "Stop crying, please, my angel."

Instead of easing up, Clay's crying was getting broken, he was sucked up to Robbin's shirt was alkaline because of tears. The big palm rubbed the head and another lightly rubbed the wife's back.

Robbin was swept away by Clay's grief, not knowing that his attitude made his wife this sad. It's usually fine.

"Sorry," said Robbin softly. He loosened his arms and rubbed Clay's wet cheeks. "I was too much. I shouldn't be angry for no reason, but my heart is forcing it, it hurts to see you with another man, even if Hanes is."

Clay had calmed down enough to chim in, but Robbin's car was suddenly hit by another driver from behind. Ask him to look behind the driver's seat.

"Brengseekk!" robbin said as soon as he saw the license plate. According to information obtained a moment ago, those who want the memory card.

"What's wrong?" ask Clay.

"Close!"

"Why?"

"Come down, my angel!" firmly Robbin, he immediately gripped the steering wheel and then led to the road. His black car swerved at full speed, almost hitting other road users if the eyes are less alert, and the speed of the feet and hands is reduced.

"Revelation, Brother Robbin." Clay warns, he still wants to live longer. Aged with Robbin.

The corner of Robbin's eyes gave a quick glance, Clay was closed while holding on tight, his yellow face was as pale as a corpse. "Quiet, nothing will happen." Robbin gives comfort.

"Where can! Don't mess with life, Brother Robbin," cried Clay with his eyes still tightly clenched until a firm stroke was created in both corners of the eye with his petals.

"I know, start praying then," said Robbin, a heavy, deep voice that contained a soothing rhythm. He kept an eye on the movement of the car in the back.

Instantly, Clay took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, continuing over and over again and his heart gradually calmed down.

The speed of Robbin's car did not decrease at all until the tires were rubbed with screeching asphalt. He kept on going until the people who followed him were invisible.

However, unexpectedly, they also increased the rate. A container cargo vehicle from other directions seems invisible. Both Robbin and the stalker were unwilling to budge, until the container driver pulled over slowly fearing a collision.

After passing through the container, Robbin took a quick look at the glass in front. The look on his face stiffened, the stern jaw was trembling as it was almost overtaken by the stalker.

Robbin subconsciously led them down a fairly lonely road, he could not keep dodging.

"Clay drive this!" pinta Robbie.

Like a bolt of lightning in the ear, Clay's withered face withered from the husband's request, he balked. "No, I can't. My heart is still in an erratic gap between life and death" Clay quaked.

"Well, there's no other way, Dear."

"What's that, Robbi's sister doing?" Clay's question was not heeded. The man again acted recklessly and managed to make the wife horrified.

Robbin's black car is a little shrewd, for fear of getting out of line, Clay also meets Robbin's request. Trying to drive the four-wheeled vehicle properly, while the husband fired a gun at one of the stalker's tires.

The blast of the car's smashed tires sounded loud as well as a loud impact as the vehicle behind lost its balance.

Robbin breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank you, my Angel."

"Who was that, Robbin?"

Robbin's flat shoulders are poking. "Surely the man wanted something from me."

In addition to focusing back on the highway, Robbin's sharp eyes began to daydream. He can't run constantly. Whatever happens, the memory card must be in Rocky's hands. And, that means leaving Clay again.

No, this is not a good idea. Robbin.

"Sister Robbin, my stomach is hungry because it's tense" Clay chirped.

Robbin's large palms stretched out to gently touch Clay's cheeks. "Sama, we'll just eat there." Point Robbin with the chin.

"Well, Brother Robbin, the time all the way to London we eat fried chicken flour?"

Robbin chuckled for a moment, he squeezed Clay's palm and took it for a kiss. Although not as white as porcelain, the green veins on Clay's wrist were visible. Robbin's hard lips stopped there, the fresh scent penetrating gently into the liver.

"Emergency" said Robbin.

"okay." It turns out that one word is just a sweetener, because the lips of ranum Clay murmured unclear.

After parking the car, the two leisurely walked into the dining area there. They ordered the full package.

"Sister Robbin" Clay's great-grandson.

"Hm."

"I asked for the skin" Clay said, both fingertips and middle finger pointing slowly toward Robbin's plate. Like the movement of the foot, the fingers are relaxed.

"Well, that's yours still." Robbin saw the chicken skin on the edge of his plate.

"Make it later, the good part to eat later," Clay argued, "Can't you?"

"He didn't want to be fat, but he liked chicken skin," led Robbin, his lips covered a stifled smile.

"Dih, don't want love, yeah, already." Clay's two fingers back off regularly.

While continuing to smile, Robbin placed the chicken skin on Clay's plate. "Because I like fat women, so eat them."

"Sister Robbin likes fat women?"

Robbin did not reply, as the rice was stuck in his throat, he gulped down a soft drink on the right side of his hand. After feeling better, he said, "Yes."

Clay gawked, emitting disbelief in the glare of his round eyes. Since when, does Robbin like fat women? Clay satin while squeezing a group of eyes quickly, while those who are seen to be clingy to smile and chew simultaneously.

"What do you think, heem?" asked Robbin squashy while clamping Clay's life with a clean hand.