Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 32: The Cat

"I tried to persuade her, I reminded her that she had been left alone by the man, but anyway, Martha said she was comfortable with him because I could stay together, and I wasn't always there for her. Their age is not much different, the man was just confused to determine the direction, need a lot of consideration— he said, and I was too old according to Martha." Robbin remembered the past, he took a deep breath. "Pathetic, right? I'm an old man who's wasted."

"Sister Robbin is cute, adorable" Clay said, commenting on a smile until his round eyes formed a crescent moon. "After that is there another woman in life, Robbin?"

"Let my heart crumble, so as not to touch. So that those who try to get close get scratched by the shards—until you come and try to get in, put together the smallest pieces, I thought you would get hurt and give up. Turns out I was wrong. The tough fighter who managed to tear down the shield inside me. "

"I'm not very experienced about love, that's what makes me not give up easily. I was blind because of it, ever since I met Brother Robbin of course, my heart and soul were drawn to you. Well, just you," I'm Clay, he's telling me the truth about it.

"really?" Robbin's wide eyes narrowed, quite surprised at Clay's confession. His wife was more aggressive than most women.

"What's? Is something wrong?" Clay grabs Robbin's phone chuckling on the table. He checked his face through the phone screen.

Robbin chuckled, biting his inner cheek. Feeling anxious at Clay's behavior. Robbin's hand grabbed his wife's chin, directing her to look at him. "You're special, everything to me."

Hot air running body, Clay sure now his cheeks are as red as pomegranate. His heart melted instantly, even with tears that had already flowed into the river. "Oh, Brother Robbin, I don't deserve that, there's one thing that's secrecy from you."

Robbin gasped, he dipped the water running down his wife's cheek. "Confidential?"

"L-yes," said Clay, as he pleased.

Robbin figured out what secret Clay was hiding from him, to the point that fear emanated clearly in both of his wife's eyes.

"Hanes, me and Hanes—"

"Robbin, I saw your car and I decided to—" The pace and the exclamation infiltrated the senses of the listener, John stood three steps behind Robbin's desk.

The strapping, blonde-haired man was stunned for a moment. He closed his eyes before continuing, "We need to talk, buddy."

"Of course," Robbin replied as he stood up from his seat, then rubbed Clay's cheeks attentively. "My Angel, I'll sit there for a minute."

Both of them chose an empty place on the other side of the restaurant, they look like a bunch of ribs. At first it seemed relaxed and friendly. However, about three or four minutes later Robbin restored hair.

Clay observed from a distance while sipping a soft drink, he had no idea what the husband and man were talking about. Until a table shake is heard, Robbin leaves the man with a sharp eyelight that refracts anger.

"Robbin, wait!" shouted John.

Robbin clenched his hands, looking at John from behind his shoulders. "Go or I'll rip your mouth off!"

Then reached Clay's wrist, half dragging his wife. He looked more tense than before.

The story that John had told had made his blood boil, Robbin did not want to believe, but on the other hand had heard from the lips of his own wife. Although incomplete, Clay only said 'Hanes and I' a piece of the confession was continued by the friend.

"Sister Robbin, slow down, is anyone chasing us again?"

"Maybe not, but we have to get there faster" Robbin said as calmly as possible. Relaxes stiff jaw muscles.

Robbin's front car wheels squeaked as it came to a sudden stop in a towering tall building. He was still silent, like thinking about something before taking a step.

"Hotel?" Clay straightened his back and turned to look at Robbin. "Are we gonna stay here?"

"Not us, but you. I have business."

"If so, just go between me and the house. And, where's Robbin going?"

Instantly Clay incarnated the turtle, inched into its shell. He immediately heard the orders from Robbin who intented firmly and impressed fierce.

As the engine shuts off, Robbin exits the vehicle without opening the door for Clay, waiting for him to slip both palms into his pants pocket.

Clay opened the door slowly, while closing slowly. He stepped in with guidance. His eyes focused on the multi-storey building.

"Hurry now!"

"Yes, yes" said Clay, then ran a little while riding on the steps of the hotel terrace.

"Good night" said the receptionist.

"Good night, book a room for a day or two" Robbin said.

The receptionist takes care of all the terms and conditions to make a reservation. Once finished, he gave two keys berbandul logo of the hotel.

"Room 203, yes, sir. Please."

"Thank you."

After making the reservation, the two went up to the third floor using the elevator. Silence is created between them. Clay felt that something had changed in Robbin's attitude after chatting with the person at the diner earlier.

The elevator clinked then opened, both of them down the silent passageway. Arriving in front of one of Robbin's doors said, "Don't not the door for anyone."

"When did Robbin pick me up?" A burst of hope appeared in Clay's round eyes. "Let me come."

Robbin, however, was throwing his face away. Not wanting to be fooled by the innocent gaze of the woman, how she forgot Clay's brave temperament.

"When? I'll come along, "' joked Clay.

"Tomorrow at noon" said Robbin briefly, until Clay's embrace landed on his back. The wife's arms were tightly coiled. He was stunned for a moment, the universe seemed to stop circulating.

Robbin's body responded too much, the heartbeat pounding so fast and hard on Clay's ear. "Be careful" whispered his wife behind his back.

Clay embraces stretch, Robbin without looking back constantly away from the room. The man got into the service elevator, ordered himself to remain calm.

Robbin took a long step towards the parking lot, then immediately got into the car. He hit the wheel hard in front of him. Various kinds of oaths were thrown origin. Unhindered free gliding.

"Stupid! I'm supposed to—" Robbin's sentence was stuck, he remembered John's words when he was at the diner.

"You're cheating?" John asked a silly question.

Robbin snorted, could-can his best friend think so shortsighted. Before answering, he turned to look at Clay. Where maybe he cheated on her from such a beautiful figure, a perfect woman, even with her determination in reaching for love.

"Do I look like a striped-nose guy?" Robbin asked with a big smile.

"The striped cat is possible" chirped Johanes.

"What message do you want?" haggard Robbin, but the courtier refused.