Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 48: Building Love

There was a honking sound once, Clay was aghast from sitting down. "There's a guest" he murmured.

"Maybe my friend, wait let me make sure?" Robbin. He peeked through the door hole, Berry's car parked right in front of the porch.

"Come on! We have to go now." Robbin ahead of Clay, he dropped four suitcases downstairs. "Surely everyone's here?"

"Yes, Robbin's sister." Clay approached, he put a scarf around Robbin's neck. His palms patted the midwife's chest. "It's colder this month."

Robbin developed a smile, pulling Clay's hips towards him. A brief touch on the lips. "Stay one step away, I actually don't want to take you when I finish the task this time. But, because of your stubbornness it all becomes a little more complicated."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to be away from you, Robbin. I promise I won't be naughty, I'll do it for you." Clay's two arms are slung over Robbin's shoulders.

"Well, we'll see." Robbin loosened his arms, slipping his fingers between his wife's stained fingers.

The suitcases have been loaded into all the baggage, Robbin opens the back door for Clay. Before entering, he stared up at a glance, a jet of purplish ash coloring the sky that morning.

"Where are your wounds?" berry asked as soon as Robbin sat down next to the driver.

"Nothing serious, forget it." Robbin glanced at Clay's anxious expression from behind the bench. His wife's nose and cheeks looked red from the terrible cold. "Berry, raise the thermostat."

The temperature inside the car gradually warms, Berry blames the engine of the vehicle. Play the song so it is not too stiff.

"Rather than staying in a hotel, it's better to stay in my house" Berry suggested, without reducing the focus to the highway. "Only one day, right?"

"As long as it's not a hassle, eem, do you think we should change the route?"

"There's nothing to worry about anymore, Rob, those guys are already—"

"OK, if you think so," cut Robbin, because Clay can't know what the job details are. Not for now, though someday the woman will find out.

Berry went through several blocks, then stopped at a refueling site. "I need coffee" he said, "does anyone want it?"

"I'm sorry I didn't offer you before I left" Robbin said.

Berry raised his shoulders as he passed, his way that seemed lazy to provoke the gazes of some women there.

"Sister Robbin, I seem to have met your friend once" Clay said, making Robbin look back.

Clay's statement pushes Robbin's memory to the assumptions of his two friends at the time. Berry's face was easier to spot than John's, but he would no longer talk about the stale story. To him, let it pass.

"Indeed you met him once, at the hospital remember?"

"Yes, but I think it's—"

"That's it, don't force something that doesn't matter."

"Okay, okay." Clay curled up by the window just behind Robbin, so the man's view was blocked by the chair.

After five minutes Berry came back, he came in and shut the door hard. "Basic crazy woman!"

"Hey, why?" Robbin flinched as soon as he saw Berry's condition, the tip of the shirt behind his jacket was wet with coffee stains.

"I tried to help him, but—sial, you don't know thank you," said Berry while putting his teeth and the car drove to the highway. He was nagging all the way.

Robbin turned to Clay, apparently the woman had slept well.

"Welcome," cried Berry.

"Cool." A soft voice came from behind, Clay opened the door. "Come on!"

The small stones crackled as Clay walked over it. He stared in awe at the atmosphere around, the birds chirping merrily. Fly high and then swoop sharply.

"Honestly, I rarely come here, most weekends, either" Berry said.

"Old man's legacy?"

"Well, that's it," Berry said.

Both of them were standing a step away from Clay, Berry said, "Allow me not the door." The dimpled man bowed politely with one hand behind his back.

"Sorry, I'm too enthusiastic." Clay smiled shyly, rubbing his right eyebrow. Then took a step back near Robbin, wringing her husband's hard arm. And, got a fond swipe on the left cheek.

Although rarely occupied, Berry's house is very well maintained, she shows some space. There is a mini library under the stairs, three bedrooms upstairs. All the furniture looks shiny.

"Make yourself comfortable here" Berry said before leaving the couple.

Robbin closed the door, looking down to pat Clay on the cheek. His fingers traverse the ribs and end at the hips. He liked the soft scent that came out when he drowned his face in the recess of his wife's neck. Calm, but able to sweep. Cajoling Robbin to do further.

"Sister Robbin, I'm not thinking of making sweet memories here" Clay whispered in Robbin's ear. Although actually moved by a spoiled touch full of demands of her husband.

"Just cuddle, nothing more, I promise," Robbin said, loosening his grip.

The iris of both eyes is firmly fixed, Robbin tidied Clay's hairbrush to the back of the ear. Without the cue moving behind the nape, exchanging breaths long enough to sting. "Sweet, I'm willing to have diabetes."

Robbin's thumb rubbed Clay's lips which looked red and slightly swollen. "Why don't you take my gift from me?"

"Gift?"

"That's in the velvet box."

Unconsciously Clay guided the palm to the neck, the dream of that time left a deep trauma. Even his fingers suddenly trembled when he put them in the suitcase.

"You okay, all right?" robbin asked, noticing the anxiety on Clay's face. The wife's fingers are colder than ever.

Clay's throat is hard to swallow saliva. "I'm okay."

"If you don't like the gift just say so, until Jakarta we buy a new one. Or before we go shopping."

"Sister Robbin wasn't disappointed if I asked for a new change?"

Robbin's brows furrowed, he cupped Clay's two thin cheeks. "Of course not, what, the hell, am I not giving to my dear wife?" Then, poking the tip of the nose.

Clay's round eyes grew brighter, as his heart did today. So much love. The end of a forced love story is now sweet. He no longer builds love by himself, Robbin is now down in it.

"Hey, what do you want?" Robbin holds Clay's wrist. The taper pulled the end of the sweater.

"Not clothes" Clay said.

"Eh, uh, he said he wasn't thinking of making memories here?" Robbin's iris eyes glittered jail, staring at Claymira's full lips. Sexy, that's what's on my mind now.