Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 9: Unconsciously Smiling Infectious Clay

Robbin closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the balcony chair. Clay must have thought nothing of him being overprotective. It would be better if Robbin suppresses all emotions. Whether you like it or not, you have to be rational.

Love is not good for him, things get complicated because of melancholy feelings. A person can be fragile at one time when romance is on the air, going from the side of the person who has been trapped in a bond of love. Robbin knew after this it was impossible to enjoy the day in peace.

"Sister Robbin" whispered Clay.

Robbin who was busy daydreaming gasped.

"What, Brother Robbin, all right?"

"I don't want us to be this close!" robbin replied firmly then stood up and moved away. He never got used to being near Clay, his presence was too tense all the senses within him that created an uncritical sensation on certain parts of the body.

"From now on get used to it." Clay took Robbin's elbow. "I've cooked something, Brother Robbin must try!"

Robbin tries to control himself so as not to press Clay to the corner of the balcony and then showers the touch using the lips.

"After my business is done, lock the door while I'm not home yet." Robbin forcibly removed the finger of the taut fingers gripping his arm.

"This shaman? Delay your work until tomorrow."

"Unfortunately can't, don't try to manage my life!" robbin unconsciously.

"I know, Brother Robbin deliberately avoided. What's my cage? Look how great my love is! I sacrificed everything for you," Clay then turned his head. The roar of tears drenched the cheeks that had been red from suppressing intense anger. It's all his fault, Robbin has the right to stay away from him.

"Smart women like you are easy to analyze, especially how I feel about you."

"Only a bolt of lightning can make me realize from a delusion about you" Clay said, sounding like a whisper.

Being near Clay seems to put your head into a sea of flowers full of butterflies that lure the soul of poets in Robbin out. However, he instead said curtly, "Then, stop that delusion immediately!"

Clay looked up at the sky, his hand raised to the cheek. "Rain this time comes before lightning."

Robbin stretched out an open palm then found Clay's back faintly tiptoed. "You crying?"

Without saying a word Clay was about to enter the house. However, Robbin quickly restrained his shoulders and forced his body to turn around. He looked up with red eyes and said, "Astin' to me cry!"

Robbin could not resist the urge of grabbing Clay's slender waist and carrying him in an embrace. He could feel his wife's size decreasing.

"Hope this isn't a trick to seduce me?" whispered Robbin, the scent of the wife's body was so tempting that she let the tip of the fingers rub Clay's cheeks gently.

Yes, Lord, his skin is warm and soft as silk, inner Robbin. He wanted to touch every inch of the body covered in a nightgown, his hands slowly down the nape. Clay's book crushes, he evokes a sensual response from within the wife.

"Only special people deserve tears from me!" refute Clay, trying to break away. "Please leave before I keep you here!"

"Yes, I'm too late" Robbin said. He was upset that he was almost plunged into the bottomless abyss of love like he used to be. A young woman named Martha managed to create a wound in her heart. Even so, he is still a normal man who can feel the vibrations when coupled with the opposite sex. However, always make sure that passion does not come to the surface.

With a restrained step Robbin down the stairs leading to the garage, he looked at the glance when he left the house.

"Clay crying? Does it happen every time I ignore it? Why would I care? He forced me to do that!" robbin's monologue while driving around aimlessly. He used various excuses because he felt depressed by the circumstances. Where he has to endure all the feelings that involve the inner impulse.

Robbin is not ready to endure long suffering. He still holds firm to the idea of a good woman as a companion to life. A person who is holy and well-behaved. And, it is far from the personality of Clay—he young girl who is passionate in romance. Not his type at all.

"Certainly Clay is asleep now," Robbin murmured, the belief that is owned increases the speed of the vehicle. This whole day, he was not getting enough sleep, tired of gnawing all over the body.

After ten minutes, Robbin has entered the area where he lives. Then, drive the car to a garage that has been opened using a remote control.

Robbin enters the house by sneaking around like a cat stalking a little mouse. He was immediately transfixed to find Clay sleeping curled up and his head resting on the table.

In a slow motion Robbin touched his back when he was about to move Clay into the room, but to no avail.

"Sister Robbin's home yet?" he asked while stretching his stiff muscles while rubbing his eyes, he said, "Before I warm the food first."

"I'm not hungry!" robbin said flat, but that is not what is expected to come out of the vocal cords.

"Well, want some coffee?" tawang Clay's.

"You're tired, I'm tired too. Sleep much better" Robbin refused in pity because Clay was willing to wait for his arrival.

"What, Brother Robbin needs to freshen up? Let kusiap—"

"I don't want my rheumatic symptoms to get worse" Robbin interrupted while staring fixedly at the once cheerful silky face.

Clay's laughter broke while saying, "Sister Robbin isn't too old yet."

"Diseases don't look at age, and indeed my age is old enough for you certainly."

"Eleven years isn't a distance that means anything to me, Brother Robbin," said Clay.

"Why do you always argue with me? Go to sleep now!"

"All right." Clay gave up and headed for the stairs, followed by Robbin. Excessive fatigue erodes the strength, so he cannot hold his own weight. The reflex motor movement works fast, Robbin's arm holds him back from falling.

"I thought I was safe." Clay's words surprised Robbin who was looking at his facial lines like a lover of high-value artwork.

Hurriedly, Robbin averted his gaze, even under the dim light of Clay's silky yellow skin looking smooth and shining. "Next time be careful."

A smile bloomed perfectly on Clay's lips. "Thank you, Brother Robbin," he said, as he briefly kissed the husband's cheek, until the man was stunned.

Without realizing Clay's smile is contagious, Robbin's lips curved perfectly until it looks a row of neatly lined teeth. He walked regularly following the wife's light steps.

"I can take it myself." Robbin stops Clay's hand opening the closet.

"Sister Robbin," Clay interjected, "At least let me prepare all your needs."

Robbin held onto Clay's elbow and pulled it closer. "Think before you argue, honey, go to bed now!"

Clay's eyes round his breath suddenly tightness was called so and Robbin's firm voice made him realize that arguing was futile. "As per orders, My Lord."

Clay immediately lay down on the bed, while Robbin was busy taking out his nightgown and headed to the bathroom. The next five minutes, he came out in a different shirt.

Robbin also laid his body beside Clay, no longer putting the bolster as a barrier. She observed the closed eyelids endlessly, Clay looked beautiful tonight—like his usual days. The wife squirmed closer, making Robbin's heart beat faster