The Last Cliff's

Chapter 1

At a garden party, a wedding reception, scrolls the question: why does the bouquet of flowers thrown by the bride lead right to her ? Putting some hands high to reach, passing the hope of dozens of fingers of women who are more ready and more hopeful than themselves.

There was hysteria in the corner of his eyes, his lips did not escape the smile of a million dreams ... Happy, joyful, terrenda hope that it is not just a myth. "Oh my god ! Oh my god !!" Her scream when the two thin arms air with fingers expand friendly to welcome the bouquet of flowers, and ....

There is nothing wrong with a tosca dress that dresses her slender body, glittering silver lace on each end of the seam adding to the glamorous impression of her appearance, perfect ! But he feels something needs to be addressed from his appearance or is it because he is being misbehaved ? Do not know, he looked wrong when his arms grabbed and grabbed the bouquet of flowers, held it while saturating, for a moment his lips trembled even without a sound.

As if carrying a spotlight just for himself, unfurling the crowd of other guests in his rhyme, his chest pounding hard, his heart demanding: "this bushet will take me to the armchair ! Arvine Dowson ... I am dying for that moment."

"Congratulations to Clarissa Mae !" That is how his name is called. The MC was seen to be excited when he saw that the hand holding the bouquet was the hand of his best friend. "Mr Arvine Dowson, Ladys and Gentlemen ! please well come the next man bride." continued the MC.

When the guests were open, they took two steps aside, leaving the figure in a tosca suit with the interior of a plain T-shirt standing alone and became the center of attention.

The man looked very calm, his strapping body was in harmony with his chest which was plane, squeezed two shoulders and arms which were also heavily entangled tight fitbody model of his suit. The occasional glare of his eyes swept through the crowd then spread a smile.

Arvine Dowson, in every way is the Arjuna, adored by all and longed for by women. How not, his eastern oriental face is perfect with a sharp nose with a tapered cheek and split chin shape. Her skin is clean yellow, her height/weight is 180/75 ideal without fat. But what most often makes the opposite sex hysterical is his sincere smile and loose like a sinless baby. It's just like the pameo said 'no uncracked tusks', Arvine Dowson has sunken eyes, a kind of mystery-keeping eye ... The impressed in the spotlight of his eyes was not necessarily stored in his heart. If anyone says that the eye is the window of the heart, then Arvine Dowson's eye is a window with a blur or maybe a mirage.

"Go Arvine ! Go the poet !!" yell some of his friends. They encourage him to be more willing to commit in a relationship. "View directly !" challenge some of the voices.

Arvine knew what the scream meant, they wanted perfection at the party. Started with the happiness of the bride and closed with a happy cry by Clarissa Mae.

But Arvine Dowson remains Arvine Dowson, a mystery-eyed figure clearly not the kind of submissive man who is easily swept away by a melancholy diorama of a party. For him, all does not have to end beautifully, perfection does not have to be the form of happiness, sometimes suffering is more meaningful when it is true to react to it, as long as it is not a tragedy. Is that really true ? will her decision end happily for Clarissa ? or end up as a tragedy ? or even recorded in history as the most beautiful elegi throughout the generations ?

The way Arvine walked closer to Clarissa was not at all similar to the Prince's steps when approaching Cinderella, there were many doubts in some of his steps, certainly not because of the groggy being the center of attention, it was common in his life, he said, all the attention and cheer is the wind then to her.

Contrast situations are created, an antitissa is exposed ! Clarissa Mae is expectantly blooming, standing waiting for the lover to come bring more commitment ... A proposal to get married. But Arvine Dowson stepped in doubt, treading every inch of the ground agitatedly, breathing in the scented air of asking: "Is a house habitable to a traveler ? Who needs more docks to lean on ? or huma to stop by ?"

He should have relented, just give the sentence that Clarissa wanted to hear, for the sake of happiness for a moment. After all he knew that Clarissa deserved to be happy, the sincerity of love and love of the girl to her was unquestionable, just reply with happiness. Can he ? giving happiness to a woman for the rest of her life ? is giving up the only way to make a girl happy ? because it could happen that succumbing is the first step to the deception of the heart. Arvine Dowson is getting all out of his way.

Their eyes met, as Arvine's footsteps cut the span of distance, Clarissa was glued together as Arvine's eyes became more blurred. They were talking to each other, but in different languages. Clarissa with her dream language, while Arvine with her true love language.

Even when the distance is no longer stretched, Arvine Dowson has not found an answer. While Clarissa's eyes were sparkling like pearls, she was very sure, that time the poet would ask her.

But that is hope, something that is very desirable, sometimes realized but not infrequently dashed by disappointment.

"Bhoooooooo !" halayak. Some voices even mocked: "Cemen !". But no one is more disappointed than Clarissa Mae when her ears hear Arvine Dowson say: "You're perfect, baby ! I love you."

Lovely line of love ... But suddenly lose meaning, because please hesitate.

"Snake !" Snapping clouds that clustered in the corner of the horizon.they were willing to pull over in the gap of the pile of leaves at the top of the palm tree, in order to be a witness when the lips Arvine spoke love to the crowned girl romance, love, girl who loves her as smooth as the waves to the beach, as smooth as virga to the sky.

"Give me certainty ! That after marriage to me, she's happy." Arvine challenges the bored clouds. They no longer hide, even some of them are threatening to bring rain or storms.

"Hohohoho .. look who's talking ! you think we can't hear your screams at Mahameru, your screams at the top of Jaya, and your cries at the top of Mount Arjuna ?" Reply to the clouds that began to move towards the southeast. "HANI !! That's the name you're chanting, not Clarissa !" again, "or did you forget to groan in the Sindoro-Sumbing valley ? "Hani, complete my destiny when you are still breathing, and take my life when God has called you."" concluded the cloud.

Arvine Dowson was struck, his tribe died of fleas, still unable to answer.

"If you really want Clarissa to be happy, then there are only two options .. Leave Clarissa, or remove Hani from your heart !" for a moment the sound of the cloud was cut off, there was a wind that brought it around in a twist of direction.

"I deleted it."

"Then why is there still a bulkhead in the trough of your heart ? A partition that often holds you in doubt."

"That's a form of worry."

"Yes, you're right ! you should be worried when your destiny is plunged into the valley of uncertainty. Because it could be there you find the figure of Hani, the girl who makes you a traveler, swayed by doubts." The cloud that slowly carries overcast. "Now, look at your girl's eyes !" sip them before disappearing clumping.

With all the hope left, Arvine Dowson-the poet, looking into Clarissa's eyes, found a clear circle of tears that almost dripped.

"Please ... come rain ! In order for your feathers to camouflage its tears, so that your cool eases its disappointment. Because after all, Clarissa is my girl, I don't want her to suffer even though I may never be able to make her happy." Please the Pujangga in the sky at the end of Sua.

Slowly rain fell. The details really disguise Clarissa's cry, either with the cold.