Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 31: Robbin's Love Story

Clay directs the step to the handwashing grounds, still thinking about Robbin's taste for women. Fat guy? Why should a fat woman? She grimly noticed the look of her thin face and the fingers of her bare hands.

"It's worth telling me to put on weight." Clay washes his hands in annoyance. He imagined having a full body, fluttering here and there.

Daydreaming, Clay gasped as Robbin's sturdy arms stretched out across each of his bodies. The man blatantly hugged her from behind, her chest and back touching each other behind the cloth felt warm. The heart beats of the two seem to unite in a rhythm that is in harmony.

Robbin grabbed Clay's slender fingers covered in soapy foam, his big palms cupped and rubbed gently. Cleaning his wife's fingers. He felt Clay's body stiffen, after getting to know the woman more closely, there was quite a significant difference.

The usually aggressive Clay looks more timid now, what was possible before just to be the center of attention? Ah, it doesn't matter anymore, because now Robbin is opening his heart. He approached his wife more.

Robbin's romantic action that brushed the smooth bubu-feather on the nape as well as Clay's hands. The man's distinctive masculine scent delivered calmness, eager for Clay to turn around. Hugging tightly the proportional body of the husband. However, in fact, he was fixated on waiting for what Robbin would do after this.

While continuing to clean both hands, Robbin gives a kiss at the top of the head. Inhaling the fragrance of Clay's heady hair. "Here you go, sit down" he said of the beak for holding back the sensual outburst at the core of his body at the moment. Robbin felt an excruciating pulse on his sensitive part.

Robbin must stop or shamelessly carry the body of the wife. Then, take her to the car and have a thrilling relationship, uniting the body in rhythmic jolts. Work extra and produce more sweat glands.

The tiered legs clad in Robbin jeans took a step back, giving Clay some distance to pass. He observed his wife's steps through the glass in the handwashing. Graceful, so that flashed through his mind.

Wait until we are in a quiet room, inner Robbin while shaking his head, a knotty smile adorning his handsome face. I'm going to book a hotel room, too risky, to be home right now. When I remember what happened an hour ago.

Not long after, Robbin was sitting in his place. He took out his cell phone from his pants pocket. There are three incoming messages from the same number. He stared at the flaming screen with furrowed eyebrows almost met, until Clay's soft voice ran through the ears.

"Sister Robbin, is Martha fat?" clay asked him who stopped Robbin's activity. He waited for a response while tapping the tip of the right thumb into the left thumb.

"Martha," Robbin parrots, then put the phone on the table. He saw curiosity in both of Clay's round eyes. "He's the—"

Clay waited patiently, his plumed petals twitching periodically. He looked at the figure beside him excitedly, while looking down and refuting his head with palms and elbows propping up on the table while repeating the question. "Is he fat?"

Robbin's nostrils expand as she draws in more air, trying to control the emotions of anger in her heart. In any case Clay deserves to know, despite the old memories that make the heart ache.

"She is not beautiful, but unsightly. His smile was so soothing, his skin was as white as snow, smooth," Robbin said as he turned to Clay, perhaps finding jealousy on his wife's face.

"Perfect it?" Clay's bowed listlessly. "What made you fail to get married?"

"He's everything—" Robbin paused his sentence, whereas Clay didn't want to interrupt. "She was pregnant at the time—"

"Pregnant? Your kid? Then why even—"

"Listen first" sambar Robbin. His wide eyes closed briefly before speaking again. "Me and Martha have arranged a marriage. My family loves her, she's so understanding, the nicest woman I've ever known other than my mother. I try to do anything for her happiness." His memories then bowed.

Clay's heart and stomach feel crammed to hear the love story of Robbin and Martha. He was so jealous because the husband catapulted the figure of a woman in his past.

Robbin's hand stretched out, clasping tightly onto Clay's fingers, stroking gently. "She's been a nobody now since she didn't come on the wedding day."

"Not coming, why?" Clay.

"That's his choice."

"Sister Robbin just shut up? Not finding out why he didn't come?" cerocos Clay, until Robbin furrowed his thick eyebrows.

"Of course I was looking for him, I was scared at the time. Worried that she'd been kidnapped by people who held hatred and resentment toward me. I'm almost crazy, ck! But what I got. He went with another man" Robbin argued. He seemed more relaxed now.

"He's, right, pregnant, how come, can go with someone else? And, Brother Robbin just took it. He blatantly brought along Brother Robbin's son as well" Clay snorted, not thinking there was such a woman. It could be run away with others, while staying one step away from the status of wife.

Robbin carved a smile of shock at the speech that was thrown from Clay's ranum lips. He turned his attention outside the transparent glass window. Thick night covered the parking lot, some cars look neatly lined up.

"I'm not his father." Robbin's hoarse voice impressed like a mutter.

"Wait!" cut Clay.

"I told you to listen, don't take a weight like an angkot!" robbin then laughed softly. "She was pregnant, but which .. I held to chastity before marriage. A woman should be guarded, not tampered with. And, again Monica, I'd be mad if there was a man who hurt her."

"Attent." Not Clay if you just think when asked to be quiet, he again issued what was strange to the mind. "Then, if Robbin's sister knows she's pregnant with someone else's child why would she marry him?"

"Love."

"Simple that?"

"Unbelievably, I love him with all my soul. I could not bear to see him slumped, regret clearly reflected in his eyes as he explained that. He doesn't know what else to do. That son of a bitch won't admit his son." There was anger in Robbin's heavy voice.

Clay's eyes begin to glaze over, he's lucky to be married to a man as perfect as Robbin. Remembering the carelessness he had done, if it was someone else, of course Clay's life was ruined. It could even be left alone with a baby in the womb. Just imagining it made him shudder in horror.

"Hi, instead of daydreaming," Robbin said.

"I love you, Brother Robbin," whispered Clay, hugging Robbin's waist firmly.

"Want to hear the next story?"

Clay's head nodded quickly, like a boy who couldn't wait to be told a fairy tale before going to bed.