Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 53: Not Fair

Deep in the forest there is a former cottage of pigeon farms. Although no longer used, the winged beast often came—a man sat back leisurely while enjoying a cup of coffee. Two-three cigarettes have been wiped out, he put binoculars facing the west side about an hour ago.

Through a device to observe remotely the man watched Berry and Clay move while sitting by the lake. He knew that the man with Clay was not his husband, Robbin left his friend and wife about half an hour ago.

"Hello, yes, I don't know the man Clay was with, but it's no problem" the man told someone across the phone.

Because he needed to clean his binoculars, the man used a loudspeaker.

"Do you have a picture of her?"

"Uh, unfortunately not. Sorry." The man stopped his activity for a moment, "Wait, a car stops in front of his house."

"Who?"

"Bless them, same car, it's Robbin." Back, the guy packed up. "When did you fly here?"

"My work isn't done yet, well, two weeks away. That long you have to keep an eye on them."

"Well, do I like this job?" After interrupting, the blond man rubbed his pet affectionately. "Good buddy!"

The animal wagged its tail then exclaimed, woof.

"I have to leave before they realize I'm here" he told someone across the phone.

"Yes, I'm waiting for the next info."

"Well, whatever Brother."

Phone disconnected. "Without you asking I'll keep an eye on Clay, too" he murmured.

Carrying a bag of binoculars, he came down from the log cabin. The four-legged animal followed his every old move.

The animal barked, the protruding tongue, the soft furry tail lashed the back seat of the car— where it curled there.

The wheels of an SUV lead down a rocky road to the highway, hip-hop music accompanies the driver during the ride.

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"Sister Robbin?"

"Yes" said Robbin, ignoring the view outside the window he had seen.

"That's why she's the problem." Point Clay, he stutters, approaching a black-faced creature that has a rarely long mustache with yellowish eyes. "Mir."

Clay carried the plump, pliable body, stroking the lower part of the neck. Tempting Panther's silent lips to open up.

"Awas hurt." Robbin furrowed his eyebrows until the base of his nose shriveled. His wife's leper was bitten by Berry's black cat.

Clay's lips expanded, his round eyes seemed to glow. "No, he's just playing around."

"I just found out you like cats."

"Heeem, I'm not saying I like it, but Panther is the most adorable cat I've ever seen" Clay explained, lowering the fat black body.

Robbin suddenly crouched down, he observed Clay's slender legs. "Still sick? If so, we can delay—"

"No, Brother Robbin, tomorrow will be well. I really want to go back to Indonesia soon, I miss Daddy and Mommy."

Suddenly, Robbin lifted Clay up, then laid him to the bed. Cupping both cheeks, giving a gentle kiss in the group of eyes of the woman who automatically closed. "Where's my family, Clay. I miss him too. It's not fair that only you can see Mr. Albert and Mr. Belle, while I haven't been given the chance to see my father, mother, and sister."

The iris of the eyes are both crooked, their big noses nyari in contact— with a distance of no more than one inch. Warm breath swept each other's faces.