Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 43: The Last Time

To arrive at London City Airport takes at least thirty-one minutes, with a distance of eleven miles. From Hyde Park take a westward direction at Cumberland Gate towards N Carriage Dr, straight to Bayswater Rd. Then, turn left past Piccadilly, then enter-out four times the freeway.

Upon arrival at the airport parking lot, Robbin ran to the side of the door where Clay was sitting. The woman reluctantly stepped up, she stared at the parking lot without actually seeing it.

"Come, dong, I promise to catch up with you as soon as possible" Robbin said.

Clay's heavy breathing gushed violently, he turned his head towards Robbin. His round eyes glowed in disrelief, his tongue seemed stiff when he said objections. "Sister Robbin—"

It was created a two-minute pause before Clay continued his words, "Please, don't throw me out."

"Jeez, who kicked you out?" Robbin shook his head, Clay could think so shallowly. It was a tough decision for him as well, but the unfortunate incident that almost claimed his life forced himself to make a choice. "Understand that I am trying to minimize the risk of my work. There is absolutely no other meaning."

Sklera that protects the important part in Clay's eyes began to red, even his petals dammed the water that was ready to spill in one blink. He sucked the mucus that was about to come out of the nose. "I-I don't want to go home, it's been a long time since I've dreamed of being with Brother Ro-Robbin."

Clay's shoulder slumped, then shook. Her crying broke, grabbed by a piece of tissue on the dashboard.

Robbin's palm rubbed his own face roughly, then bowed. He clasped Clay's shoulders, his knees resting on the footing under the door. "Stop, don't cry. It's for your good."

Robbin kissed his wife's temple for a long time, another hand rubbed the head. Whispering softly in Clay's ear, "I almost died watching you lying helplessly as a result of my carelessness. Not anymore, Clay, your safety is threatened with me."

"Absolutely, I die slowly away from you" Clay's great-grandson.

Robbin's arms loosened, he grabbed Clay's chin to turn toward him. Smacking those quivering lips was short, and it felt a little salty mixed with tears. "So, you want us both to die here, away from the family?"

"No, it's not, Brother Robbin, I'm just—"

"I don't think you're troublesome, but your defiant attitude complicates my movements." Robbin rubs both thumbs on each of Clay's wet cheeks. "This time, for once just obey."

"According to not my style," snapped Clay.

Robbin stood up and slipped both palms into his pants pocket. His elbowed jaw hardened, sounding molar friction. "No, you are spoiled, stubborn, and unruly. Agree or not I'm forcing you home!"

"Whatever!" Clay fumed out of the car, taking long, stressful steps on each footing. He spun to the back of the car, lowering his own suitcase.

"I don't need your help!" Clay jerks at Robbin's palm to help him lift the suitcase. "Look, I'm not spoiled let alone stubborn."

Clay tote the suitcase with difficulty because the weight can relax the joints of the hands, while Robbin noticed all of it while holding a laugh.

"Here you go, let me be" said Robbin.

"Please if you insist!" Clay walked one step ahead of the husband, and the impulsive act did not escape Robbin's judgment.

Robbin's tanned-eye irises enjoy moving Clay's hip, how lovely and seductive from behind. How beautiful the legs of the tiered jeans tight, graceful windings like a famous model.

"Can be a little quick! I don't want to be blamed for missing the plane" Clay said over the shoulder. He behaved indifferently, stuffing his lentic fingers into a sling bag. Take out the glasses to cover her swollen eyelids.

Behind Robbin smiled knotfully, shook his head slowly and swung his legs faster.

The two mingled with the hustle and bustle of the people in the airport lobby, in the middle of the crowd, Robbin and Clay were blocked by two people. "Clay!"

Clay deliberately cared for the senses of the listener, with no intention of reducing his pace. Indifferent, while lifting his chin, who told judge people carelessly.

Due to stepping in a hurry, Clay accidentally bumped into someone. Reflex, the person pulls the elbow so that he does not fall. The man's sturdy arm is now behind his back.

"I'm sorry, Miss," he said regretfully. "Oh, I think we've met."

However, Clay actually released Robbin's grip on his elbow. "What Robbin's sister did, she helped me not fall."

Robbin snorted loudly, indicating that Clay was not welcome.

"It's good to see you, Miss."

Clay looked at the look on the man's face, then exclaimed, "Jeremy, Jeremy, right?"

"Well, that's right." Jeremy was friendly.

"Introduce, this is Robbin—"

"Himma!" sambar Robbin, a man named Jeremy must know that Clay is married. He pulled his wife's shoulder closer to his chest. The most emotional thing was that Jeremy kept looking at Clay.

"Alright, see you, Miss, Eun, Mrs—" Jeremy looked at Robbin, and....

"Mrs. Robbin," Robbin said.

Unexpectedly, Jeremy grabbed Clay's palm, pointing the back of the hand to the lips.

"Suck!" robbin exclaimed, pushing Jeremy's shoulders down. "She's got one, man! What do I have to use to understand?"

"You speak fluent English, really," said Jeremy. "And, that was just to honor a woman as beautiful as Clay."

"empty barking! Go and respect the other woman there!"

"Sister Robbin, it's been," Clay said, turning his head briefly toward Jeremy. "Sorry, we have to go, bye."

Clay's slender fingers pulled Robbin's elbows, he's far away from leaving the bule man behind. "What the fuck, anyway?"

"You're the shit? want to be touched by someone else! Try to imagine how many hands were kissed by him!" Robbin stood up and threw away his face. "Forgot a corona virus?"

Clay chuckled, Robbin's pouting face tickling his heart at this moment. Soaring because of her husband's protective mode. "Then, what should I do? Put your hands in the heating device with a temperature of 56 degrees Celsius!"

"It's not you, it's the guy I burned!" Robbin.

Through the hardening of the sound, a call to board the hull of the plane has been announced. Robbin pulls Clay's suitcase into the trunk. The woman went through all the security checks before passing through the gate to the field taking off.

Clay turned around and scattered himself into Robbin's hug. Her wet cheeks were stuck to the chest of the husband's field. "Last, for the last time I begged. Let me stay, Robbin."

Robbin flinched, his left arm wrapped around his shoulder and his palm stretched out gently rubbed Clay's head. He wrapped his right arm around his wife's slender hip. "Still the same, My Angel, no."

Clay's hand was raised, hitting Robbin's chest hard until it thumped. His body increasingly shook with tears, he ignored the gazes of the people around.

Clay's hand flaps open, departing from Robbin's deck. He did not want to raise his head, focusing his eyes on the floor under his feet.

"Clay look at me," Robbin's command was not heeded, the woman took two steps back before turning to face the gate toward the runway.

"Clay!"

Robbin's lips are tightly clenched, blurred vision because the tanned eyes begin to produce water glands. In other words, she processes lacrimation to reduce pain in the liver.

Whether tomorrow or the day after, Robbin doesn't know exactly when to see Clay again. However, he was determined to finish the job quickly.