Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 36: Cheating

As promised three days ago, Clay is trying to be a real wife. Making coffee in the morning also prepares jam-filled toast.

In fact, Clay always fails to meet the taste of Robbin, the coffee served is sometimes too thick or too diluted. I don't know why it's so hard to do that kind of thing.

Just like this morning, Robbin stuck out his tongue when tasting his coffee. "It felt like mud" the man scorned without a cover-up and successfully made Clay snort.

"Why should coffee be concocted, anyway? The instant is more consistent in taste," defended Clay.

"If you can't raise your hand." Robbin stood up to boil the water, taking a jar containing pure black coffee grounds and an empty cup. The man looked familiar with everything about the kitchen.

Clay observed Robbin's activity without blinking, he did not want to miss the slightest detail. With a look of admiration Clay saw her husband brewing boiling water into a cup that had been filled with coffee powder then put two cubes of sugar. There was nothing different, just like that she was working on earlier, but wait, her husband was still stirring the pitch-black water.

Then, well, here's the missed part, Robbin took some sort of filtering. He poured the coffee water into another cup. The sound of water splashing against the bottom of the cup.

Oh, geez, geez. Deserve my coffee is like mud, Kak Robbin people do not say the pulp ask for filtered, inner Clay, sour.

"Sister Robbin cheated!" whisk Clay as he breezed toward the toaster and picked up the loaf that was sticking out, he smeared apple jam on each side and piled it up.

"What?" Robbin glanced at Clay from behind his shoulder.

"Why didn't you say you wanted it?" Clay placed a plate of toast in front of Robbin.

Robbin did not chim in, he just put his shoulders down and sat down, then sipped his coffee a little, after which he ate Clay's bread.

"7, for the bread you made today" Robbin said, recalling Clay had scorched all the bread yesterday for breakfast, so you have to buy again as a supply for today and tomorrow.

Clay's round eyes sparkled cheerfully, he reviewed a smile full of satisfaction. Then, wrap both arms around Robbin so that the man can not continue his eating activities because it is locked in the hoe of the wife.

"Can you let go now?"

"Yes, sorry, the bread value is enough to pay for the coffee." Clay said as he headed to the refrigerator and then pulled out strawberries, "Sister Robbin want peeled apples?"

"Today I want some kiwi fruit."

Hearing the word 'kiwi' made Clay shudder, he understood that Robbin was currently teasing him. The man knew that he had an excessive fear of the hairy brown fruit. Clay himself can't remember exactly when. Clearly, he's ticklish.

Robbin gave a smile as he saw the look of anxiety clearly imprinted on Clay's face. "There, right?" tanyakanya.

"Find it yourself!" spray the sour Clay then wash the strawberries under running water. "We never shop it remember?"

"Times?" Robbin's eyebrows are interlocked, then move from sitting to the refrigerator. He took something out of there. "Let's see, well, here it is. Good thing I bought it yesterday."

Clay's soft lips pouted as he folded his hands in front of his stomach, he turned himself to the edge of the marble table and said, "Sister Robbin, keep it away or—" Both knees are limp at this time, "Sister Robbin, he could only take one step from his place.

"It's just an egg." Robbin showed me something that was brought. "Today I'm so hungry, please give me an extra piece of cheese and bread." His hands stretched out as he picked up the pan and lit an electric stove.

Clay picked up what Robbin had asked for, then put a loaf of bread into the machine again. "Sister Robbin, today I'm going shopping."

Robbin's forehead twitched, he shouldn't have locked Clay in the house. "I'll drive you."

"I hope it doesn't interfere with your work time."

Robbin looked at the circular watch on the wrist. "You're right, there's something important I need to do."

After finishing the second sandwich, Robbin left for work, while Clay cleaned the dirty tables and utensils.

As soon as he finished cleaning Clay's house getting ready, he was wearing rather thick clothes, in the autumn the air was about the same as entering winter. If it snows prematurely, it certainly adds its own pleasure to Clay. And, exactly it will happen in December-January.

Clay ordered a taxi, he asked between shopping. From there proceeding to the park, he sat around by himself while observing the atmosphere.

In the southwest, two teenage boys play ball, on the other hand a young mother pushes a pram, and five meters away Clay sees a young couple chatting merrily.

At rush hour as the park is now a little quiet, Clay is seen pulling drinks out of grocery bags. He pulled the top of the can to open it.

Before he could drink, Clay felt something touch his leg. He also looked down, woof, so greet the furry animal like copper.

"Hi, sweetie" said Clay, scratching the back of the dog's ear. Comfortable, he sat quietly waving his tail to the left-right, his dark black eyes gleaming.

"Wolf!" Half-run someone approached Clay. "Sorry, Wolfe doesn't usually do this to new people."

"No problem, sweet dog Wolfe" said Clay with a smile, his lentils still enjoying the softness of Wolfe's fur.

The dog's owner watches Clay closely, perhaps only realizing their racial differences.

"Jeremy." The blue-eyed man reached out.

"Clay. I'm sorry, I have to leave immediately" said Clay, grabbing a bag of groceries and rushing to leave the stranger.

Without even looking, Clay knew that Jeremy was staring at him. He did not care and waltzed leisurely away from the place.

From a distance, a pair of eyes watched on with giddiness. No matter how much Robbin tries to distance himself from Clay, it's impossible to see his wife shake hands with another man.

And, Clay is unaware of Robbin's current whereabouts, he appears to be dismissing the taxi, but has been rejected three times. Until a car stopped next to him.

"Need a ride?" Jeremy pulled down the windshield.

"No thanks," Clay refused as decently as possible.

However, Jeremy did not give up on him getting out of his car. And....

The loud sound of the horn makes Clay tiptoe, while Jeremy approaches the car.

"Hi, what's your problem?" jeremy asked a little arrogantly.

Car door open. "She's picking me up" said Robbin, as if confirming that the woman was mine.

"Oh." Jeremy raised his hand, then went from there with the dog that looked to be peering out of the window in the back seat.

Robbin also walked to the car and got in there followed by his wife. "Why not a phone?"

"I just don't want to interrupt your work time" Clay said, putting on a seatbelt.