Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 55: Okay, He's a Friend

The next morning, Clay got off first, intending to make coffee for them, but when he reached the kitchen it seemed Berry was picking something up from the fridge.

"Rob, ka—" Berry's reprimand hangs, a grape slumped from his hand knowing Clay was coming.

"Heem, I was just about to make coffee." Clay inhaled the scent of caffeine, unaware of Berry's gaze, he stepped cheerfully towards the dining chairs.

Robbin cleared his throat, knowing he was catching up behind Clay, so Berry was flabbergasted, as if he had never seen his friend's wife before waking up.

"I-I've prepared," Berry explained, nervous. He deliberately turned away when looking face to face with Robbin. "Beat bread for breakfast doesn't matter, does it?"

"More than enough" Robbin said, judging the attitude of his best friend, to throw away negative thoughts in the head.

Okay he's a friend, you trust him! Robbin reminds himself, but jealousy can break all logic. And, Robbin pulls Clay closer, kisses his wife's soft lips, making sure the friend understands the relationship here. It was as if he was reaffirming that this woman was his wife.

"Geez!" Clay pushes Robbin's chest once he gets the hang of the situation, his cheeks met red in shame.

Berry quietly stumbled into a smile. "It's hot on the morning!" she exclaimed, unable to help but laugh, she came out of the kitchen after grabbing a cup of coffee while frowning.

"Sister Robbin what the fuck, anyway?" grumbled Clay, so stay the two.

"Breakfast morning" Robbin said lightly, then sipped a little coffee.

Clay pursed his lips as he growled. "Not that."

Instead of serving, Robbin instead fed Clay with bread. "Nake?"

"Heemm, yes," Clay said inexplicably because his mouth was still full of food.

"Remove it, I'll take the suitcases down." In a few bites—roti move into the stomach—Robbin also directs the foot towards the stairs.

Something fluffy soft felt wrapped around the legs, Clay looked under the table, up from sitting—stalking the sweet black. However, before that take the cat food in the closet.

To be honest, yesterday being in a place that has hardly been touched by humans is really fun. Clay now enjoys his brief moments with the adorable black cat also feeding the fishes for the last time.

"Are you ready?" exclaim Berry from the porch guardrail. "Where's lobbin?"

"Still on top" Clay said without looking. He was too late in his activities.

As he was about to enter, Berry passed Robbin by the doorway, and the two men's hands pulled the suitcase.

"Trims," said Robbin, receiving Berry—'s help carrying his two suitcases. "Clay, yuk!" then he shouted to his wife.

Clay clapped each other's palms, then rushed over to the two men. Robbin reached out to him, welcoming him wholeheartedly. Gently infiltrate between the rough and warm fingers of the husband.

As before, Robbin sat in front with Berry, while Clay occupied the back seat. Not without reason, Robbin just does not want to make the friend act like a private driver.

Today's weather is a little moody, grayish cloud clumps look patchy against the background of the pitch sky.

"Ah, I will miss the view here," Clay said. He taped one of his palms to the window, and his nose did not escape touching the transparent black glass of Berry's car.

"When you go on vacation here, my door is always open." Berry replied and glanced.

"Hey, is there a demo?" Terka Berry's.

Robbin straightened his seat to make sure. "Like a two-group fight."

"Do we wait until it subsides?"

"Yes, at least until the local authorities stop the commotion" Robbin said.

The originally quiet and smooth journey was hampered, from fifty meters away, they saw the commotion. Neither Robbin nor Berry, however, were interested in partaking in the commotion and pulling over slowly, but out of nowhere it came from. A young man banged on the glass until Clay shuffled in fear. The young man's gaze was sharp and violent.

The three were unmoved, the car door was locked so that people outside could not forcefully open.

"Sister Robbin." Clay grabbed her husband's hard arm.

"Dragon Clay, I'll take care of it" said Robbin, opening the door and then exiting and closing it again.

"Is there a problem, man?" ask Robbin carefully.

However, without a cue being asked raising his fist, Robbin dodged the sudden attack of the two young men. The attacker's fist hit the hood of the car— - exactly how—Robbin had dropped one of the two men onto the asphalt. Then, turn around to face that one more—luck a little away from him.

In the car, Clay was shocked when the young man swung a punch towards Robbin, with her husband's relaxed style rubbing the corners of the lips.

"I asked you nicely!" robbin whispered with emphasis. He pushed the man away from the car.

"Berry, please help her." Anxiety enveloped Clay's voice. She couldn't just shut up while watching her husband get hurt. "I've got to—"

The corner of Robbin's lips grinned, his fist quickly and steadily lodged into the young man's nose. The young man staggered while wiping the blood flowing from his nose.

"Hey, sit down, Clay!" Berry grabbed the woman's elbow. Outside the car, more than three people were seen approaching Robbin, the situation began to get out of control. "That's right!" furious Berry, his jaw was now stiffening.

"Car keys, never get down" Berry ordered as she slammed the door.

Clay nodded steadily. "Be careful."

Berry hurriedly pulled one of the shoulders of the person who had surrounded Robbin, then beat up the person mercilessly.

Fights are inevitable, judging from the situation their strength is not balanced. The men are getting brutal, the oxygen will never quite fill Clay's terrified lungs. Although not dismissing, sometimes both her husband or friend avoid attack.

Robbin landed an elbow in the stomach of the man who was about to attack from behind. The guy got back to hitting the car. Some of them are crazy, breaking the windshield of a road-use car that stops because of this.

The controversy over the anarchy made Robbin aware of Clay's safety. "Berry, why are you here?" the question is, as soon as the backs stick to each other. "Where's play?"

"In the car, he's safe."

"Brengseekk!" Robbin attacks blindly, he sees two men coming to Clay's car. As if the eyes were dark, he mustered a kick and a raw bogem.

Robbin's view was blocked by the crowd, from a distance a patrol car sounded. The manufacture of men ran away in disarray.