Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 35: Getting to Know Each Other

"Sister Robbin, December we go back Indo, yes," Clay asked expectantly on the sidelines sipping a cup of warm tea. He observed Robbin's charismatic face through the natural lash gap. "Babbin's business must be done, right?"

"I'm trying to finish before December, even if Rocky doesn't need me anymore."

"I can set it—"

"Don't interfere with my work!" cut Robbin, he can not tolerate related fields. "Listen this is fine, I also want to go home quickly and meet my family, such as Mr. Albert does not insist on hiding them and if so, then, then in exchange you also can not meet with both of your parents," said Robbin.

Clay was briefly stunned, before chiming in the words firmly the husband. He can't break everything now. Not before Robbin became his whole thing. Just thinking about that made him angry.

In a slow motion, Clay placed the empty cup on a small plate. He got up from his seat, walking leisurely towards the window of the room. He flicked the red-brick curtain, trying to shift the subject. "Sister Robbin, before returning home, I'd like to take a walk for a while. Maybe going to Hyde's amusement park or park isn't a problem either."

Robbin's thick eyebrows intertwined, he was anxious, but not shown clearly. "Are you really going to die of boredom?"

"Boredom?" Clay parroted, "There's Brother Robbin, where might be bored, or there is a suggestion to do other activities? Various bedding and blankets. Ha-ha-ha." Clay's laughter broke to find Robbin's face met with red.

The woman's crisp gelak filled the room and Robbin's heart at this moment. Peace seemed to propagate the entire network in his body. So soothing to the soul, but again, he was struck by the reality that had been presented by John.

Robbin snorted, "It was, yes, but I thought it was too rushed," he concluded, then picked up a book from under the table.

"Before? Okay, and now why not again?" clay asked frankly, he realized Robbin's change of attitude last night and he needed an answer as soon as possible.

Robbin let out a breath, she turned away from Clay's overly intimidating gaze. Then, putting the book on the table then said calmly, "Just too early."

"When does this prefix end?"

Robbin searches the data inside the head, then replies, "Until you can be a real wife."

"True wife?" Again, Clay parroted the end of Robbin's sentence and sat down in front of the man. He rubbed his right eyebrow and said, "Stay the champion, 3M—eem, I prefer the breeding part."

Now, Robbin's turn is chuckling at the exposure of the wife, yes, although not a native Javanese, he quite knows the term; cook, macak, manak which has meaning, cooking, dressing, and giving birth. He heard it once before. However, now is the time for women's emancipation, so anything beyond that can and can be done.

"Don't laugh, okay I'll try the most basic first, make Kak Robbin coffee in the morning, also cook, I promise the results will be as amazing as making a copy of the blend of our faces," clay's rant made Robbin smile. "What's laughing?"

Robbin was still holding back the laughter that was about to explode, she overcame that by biting on the inner cheek. "Remember! Without the help of others."

"Other people?"

"Stop that bean!" furious Robbin, if he could be honest, he felt anxious about his woman, but instead chose to grab the car keys while saying, "Come on! It's noon."

"Okay, okay." Clay grabbed Robbin by the arm and walked to the lobby and finished all administrative matters before leaving the hotel.

However, while descending the porch steps, Clay's shoe sole slipped, until Robbin gasped, resting his arm behind his wife's back.

"The start of a bad day" said Clay, upholding the body. "Good thing I'm always holding on." The tension that had been printed turned into a cheerful smile on Claymira's face.

"Yeah, it's not funny that I fell down because I was dragged by you" Robbin sneered and patted Clay on the back.

"That's it, right, it's okay," Clay told him, he nudged Robbin's shoulder lightly.

Robbin turned a puffed-up eyeball as he spoke, "See your steps, Miss!"

"Miss? I'm already familiar with the call—Clay," whined Clay because Robbin was back to being formal. Ah, he hates this kind of situation. He had to figure out what the problem was, this had happened since the last dinner at the place. And, Robbin chatted with emotion with—if seen like a close friend, but at the end of the conversation the husband looked furious.

As he heads towards the parking lot, Robbin observes Clay's furrowing brows, trying to break through the contents of his head to find out what the woman is thinking. However, nil. as hard as anything is clearly impossible. He's not a psychic or a magician.

"Sister Robbin, you know, who was that guy yesterday?"

Robbin is taken aback by Clay's sudden question. He looked over before opening the car door. "It doesn't matter."

"A pretty dubious answer." Clay's round eyes squinted, he felt familiar with the look of the stranger's face, but uncertain.

Robbin doesn't scratch and get in the car, and Clay is forced to catch up with him. "Sister Robbin." This time rhythmically seductive, as gentle as silk.

"You're interested in him?" Robbin smiled obliquely, there was a sarcastic tone in his voice.

"Don't you, is that right?" clay snapped, he was rarely high-pitched before this. He himself was surprised. "Even if Robbin doesn't acknowledge me as a wife, I still consider you my husband! So obviously I can't possibly like another guy. I'm the moan" his grunts and lips pout.

Robbin tilted her head as well as her body, she looked closely at the beautiful face in front of her and said, "You think I believe, huh?"

"Sister Robbin why, anyway?"

"How can I believe, and you chase me like crazy" said Robbin.

"Oh, because of that, my love you value that low?" Clay covered his face with both palms. "Well, maybe I'm crazy, for loving you unnaturally, don't you think?" Then, he tied his hands on his lap. He looked far ahead, remembering all his attitude as he approached Robbin.

Robbin seemed to change his sitting position, he was now staring at the windshield of the car. Confused to have to respond to Clay's words how, he was honestly flattered for having such incredible love. However, it is hard to accept without the shadow of betrayal.

"Sister Robbin, I don't want to force anything against you right now" Clay promised as he brushed Robbin's fingers around the wheel. "Let's get to know each other from the beginning. No matter how long, I'm ready to wait."

The air in the car seemed to be thinning so that Robbin difficult to meet the needs of his lungs. He started the engine without saying anything. Women who used to be childish can now think more mature.