Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 34: The Two-branched Heart

Robbin pressed the curse in his heart, Clay's phone was lying in the passenger seat then without a second thought he brought, and now the woman's father called.

"Yes, Sir. Albert," said Robbin. He shouldn't be nervous like this, but the responsibility of keeping Clay okay always bothers him. Leaving the woman alone was not a wise gesture. "Sure, she—s being in the bathroom. Yeah, right there."

There was a pause of twenty seconds, from across Albert insisted on speaking to his only daughter.

Robbin swallowed the saliva with great difficulty, saying, "Actually, Mr. Albert, it's too early to talk. What if in three or four hours the phone comes back?" Robbin's question sounds like an order.

Robbin knew that by giving Clay more time to pick up first, the phone was still attached to the earlobe, he explained again. "No, nothing happened, your daughter just woke up and went to the bathroom—to, well, pee."

Presumably the in-laws are suspicious, Robbin himself does not know when was the last time Clay contacted the family in Jakarta. He almost snorted before saying, "Yes, it's still too early in the morning Mr. Albert, well I'll tell you."

The phone connection was cut off, Robbin rubbed his face with both palms while monologuing, "What is the important thing until Mr. Albert called so early? It's noon, isn't it?" He put Clay's phone on the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up.

Not until five minutes Robbin had come out of there just wearing a thick white towel wrapped around his muscular slender waist to the knee.

Soon Robbin changed clothes, then laid his body to the mattress. Flashbacks some time ago filled the mind, his little heart did not believe what was received by both ears. However, a piece of Clay's speech seemed to justify all that. He was now contemplating while folding his hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling of the roof.

Anxiety penetrates into the bone marrow. "Breengray!" That's what Robbin wants to scream now, but it's not. He should cool his head, fill it with the best possibility that the wife does not do so contemptuously.

Robbin growls then coiled into a thick blanket, tired in the body in fact is not able to make the eyes closed. He was awake until the morning sun showed a golden light. Something was missing, the dark hole in his heart seemed empty, like a spot on the left side. No Clay secretly kisses Robbin once upon a time, but he pretends to sleep. Letting the wife do as she pleases.

"Slow to build self-defense again, I'm ready to compete with you snot boy. Cih, Hanes is nothing more than a child who feels threatened for fear of losing a candy!" Robbin muttered long, but was silent for a minute, "No, there should be little evidence of Clay's disengagement in this, I think it's worth it. Betrayal is betrayal if it is proven to be true!"

Robbin sighed, then jumped out of bed and threw the blanket away. He pointed his feet at the door, down the stairs to the kitchen.

Habits in the morning that are never missed, coffee can make a chaotic mind clear. Robbin had not expected so tormented to be away from Clay, even after learning of the woman's bad demeanor. He groaned, "I'll pick him up before noon or else Albert could complicate my family's life." He recalled the threat from his in-laws via mobile phone a few hours ago.

After brewing coffee and baking apple barley bread, Robbin sat down to the chair for breakfast with five periodic bites.

Without cleaning the cutlery Robbin left the house, but before that had already checked the ammunition, added and carried more than one gun. He chose the road a bit far from what he should be, at this time the time had already shown seven o'clock.

Upon arrival at the hotel Robbin breezes leisurely down the corridor leading to Clay's room. He knocked on the door after looking left and right. Just the first tap, the room was wide open.

"Sir Albert the phone" Robbin concluded, taking the phone out of his pocket with his distinctive flat face and sitting on a chair near the dining table.

Clay looked surprised, he prayed that nothing bad happened across the street. He stopped eating breakfast and making calls.

"Hello, Dad," Clay said, he walked over to the sofa on the right side of the bed. "Ah, that, yes, the cold is disturbing my sleep." His round eyes glanced at the man who was looking at the breakfast menu. He was a little surprised by the reason the husband used as an answer to his father's call earlier today.

"There is nothing to worry about, Dad, September is over and the wind is getting colder. How's Mommy doing?" clay asked paused, listening to a middle-aged male speaker across the phone. Now, he was given a chance to speak, "Really? Thank God, make sure everything goes well, Dad."

Clay got up from his seat and approached Robbin, leaning from behind as he reached for the meat sandwich. The closeness made Robbin's back warm up briefly, the woman back away and walked around, once the first chew ran out, his lentic fingers placed the bread on a plate and flipped two empty cups for the warm tea.

While pouring Clay looked at Robbin, like commanding 'drink' he walked a bit further after that. Speaking slowly behind the palm that is two inches from the lips.

"December, we're home" Clay whispered, "Bye bye, Dad. Kiss from far away. Miss you."

"Sister Robbin has breakfast?" Clay approached the man again and sat down in front of him.

Robbin did not reply at all, he was busy paying attention to the black circumference under Clay's eyes, according to the previous remark, Clay was not getting enough sleep as he seemed.

"Hi, why look at that? Aak, try a little!" Clay thinks Robbin wants his meat bun. "How's it feel?"

"Lumayan." Finally Robbin can answer as soon as the food passes through the throat. "Prepare, we go home now."

"Without doing anything?" clay asked while raising his eyebrows, teasing Robbin with a blink of an eye as well. "Come on, this is a hotel. Consider it an unprecedented honeymoon redemption." A smile adorned her soft lips.

And, success made Robbin's mind roar want to hit Clay that very second, the blood on the pulse immediately rippled warmly. Too bad, he still had to swallow back his intentions. I was tormented withholding the desire to enjoy every detail of the indentation behind the shirt, as well as your lips, counting the number of teeth that were in there with .. oh damn it! not now, there's something more important. Abstinence to make love with a woman who has a double heart. Robbin.

Clay taped the back of the hand to Robbin's forehead, and was immediately brushed aside by the man. "What are you doing?"

"Red Robbin's cheek, I think it's feverish" Clay explained with an anxious look.

Damn, is it so obvious that I want to enter him completely? inner Robbin.