The Last Cliff's

Chapter 14's

My marriage to Vinnie I thought carefully, it was not enough just based on the feeling of love. Because love can fade red, eroded black jealousy due to betrayal for example. Not also because of his antics, because the handsome can be eroded by age. Even so with property and position, it could be destroyed by a momentary disaster. All of this can disappear as time goes on. That's why I put forward the match factor in thinking and acting.

It is from this fit of thinking and acting that comfort comes from. What's the point of having a rich, handsome, powerful husband if I'm never comfortable around him. Which is because of his handsome, I can be dizzy hit by jealousy. Or because of his wealth, I could have been treated arbitrarily like a maid for example. Also because of his power, I could have been made a victim for his power ambitions. But I am grateful that the comfort in my heart grew when I was near Vinnie, a handsome and charismatic man who was not as rich as I was, but very humble.

Because of that comfort, I stood here in a wedding dress to welcome my husband to our wedding reception.

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Authors.

After the "well!" chuckle !" coming out of the mouths of several men who were witnesses in her marriage, Clarissa Mae rubbed the tip of her eye with a shabby tissue.

The shabby and grungy tissue illustrates how tense he feels to go through the procession of ijab qobul in front of the penghulu. Just the tissue was his impingement, squeezed and grasped by his palm that was drenched by cold sweat.

Finally, the tissue was scattered at the end of his knee as a tinge of a fairy-like face incarnated in the figure of Clarissa Mae, her breath like the humming of a pine tip, her smile flowing like a river of ghadaqoh, and her, his eyes were like full moon in September. She has legitimately been the wife of a man who was also her first love at the age of 28.

"You need to be complicated ! Wear whatever dress she looks perfect ... Because the beauty comes out of the heart." that's her fairy greeting while preparing to organize the reception party. "Which is comfortable !" he continued, then smiled with relief and pride when all the paes he painted on Clarissa Mae's forehead stuck perfectly, did not melt the goods in the least. That means the bride is still virgin, her sweat is still fragrant like flowers, not yet rancid the smell of widows.

"Sun little, Ma'am !" Exclaimed the fairy.

"What the hell, Ma'am ... Emmuach !"

Clarissa Mae receives and replies to the kiss from the fairy.

"Rarely, Mom ! I can decorate a virgin bride in this era." Continue the fairy, her smile wide.

"What does it look like ?"

"If the fairies understand it looks, ma'am !"

That's how they are, chatting casually with each other during the ornate process, before they finally agreed to appear more modern and inclusive. Then ... kala dusk is almost extinct ....

A goddess named Clarissa Mae stands in the shade of a luxurious gazebo overlooking the beach. Be the center of attention at her wedding reception.

While in the middle of the ocean, had been waiting for a luxury Japanese-flagged yacht owned by the man who accompanied him stood, Yamamoto. The ship was specially sent from the land of Nipon to Clarissa Mae and her honeymoon husband, the lifeboat was ready to be taken down.

"Miss Colarissa canatiko !" puji Yamamoto in Japanese.

But the sky could not be lied to, when he sent a bunch of cloudy at the feet of twilight, to again disturb the heart of Clarissa Mae, mocking the goddess with a stale joke: "How is Raquella ? Is your brother as happy as you are right now ?"

Making him stunned and then down, leaving bitter in the trough of his heart, why does the adek he loves with all his body soul not even appear until the end of his happy day ? What's wrong ? Clarissa Mae tegores new wounds in her chastity. Wounds that did not disappear even though the wind swept over him, although the cloudy scratches had vanished into virga.

The prison in his heart was not perfect, but it was tightly closed by the charm of his figure and smile. Clarissa Mae is still Clarissa Mae, a tough woman who can keep all the rest of her heart down just for her, no one knows.

When Adele's voice softened, humming about the sincerity of love in the symphony titled 'Make You Feel My Love', 6000 mouths silent, 6000 pairs of stunned ears, and 6000 pairs of eyes amazed, it was fixed on a spotlight that was only circular in the figure of Clarissa Mae when all the garden lights were suddenly turned off.

Before long, the second spotlight lit up right at the end of the red carpet, circling the figure of a handsome and handsome man with his mother, Arvine Dowson stepped steadily combing the carpet while holding his mother, a simple old woman.

The gusts of sea wind seemed to slice through the carpet landscape between them, the longer the thinner it was. When there were only five fathoms left, Arvine Dowson quit. His eyes were amazed by the panorama before his eyes, the beloved wife incarnated angel, standing up to welcome him with a smile full of love.

A moment of tuxedo white wrapping his upright body, and white pants wrapping his thighs and feet, and the location of his feet wrapped in white shoes. Arvine Dowson's eyes began to admire.

Clarissa Mae is a two-layer white transparent hood, with a bright view, as bright as a diamond-studded tiara mounted at the end of her head. Her hair was messy, messy in the wind. Spreading the hue of ranum from inside her mature face.

His neck was left level without a pendant, clear and smooth like silk. Only the pearl bolero strung four rows from his right shoulder to his left, also beautified the upper part of his chest. As if to arouse her husband's passion with the makeup of his body.

And the white dress of the sabrina model was expanding to spread a sensational luxury of a queen.

Without blinking, Arvine Dowson slashed the distance, his mother followed with a happy smile, the son-in-law was extremely beautiful, too beautiful for her son. Then the hands were unpretentious, between the transparent lacy gloves the skin of their hands together, the palms snatched each other. A window of fingers that they do not want to end until the end of time.

The bouquet of Baby's Breath bears witness to their enduring love, told by three generations, of a love that means not only love, but also perfection.

They are a flawless couple.

Just as the guest's voice began to whisper: "KISS THE BRIDE ! PLEASE KISS THE BRIDE !" A discordant sound rang out, blaring from the exhaust muzzle of a trail motor. The speed split the guests with the light of the fog that blinds the eyes. Making some elderly guests blaspheme and swear, but the motorbike did not care, he continued to roar across the tables while occasionally stretching chairs to make it difficult for the guards who chased him.

The garden lights were forced to turn back on, Adele's voice was forced to stop. Blurring the spotlight, also scorch the martyrdom.

"Gluck ! Finally you come too." whispered in Clarissa Mae's heart. Deep inside, he was grateful. Regardless of the way he came, he felt that the arrival of Raquella Mae was the perfecting of his happy day.

When the bike stopped right in front of him, Clarissa Mae rushed to open the rider's helmet.

"Thank you, Deck !" Clarissa Mae exclaimed for a moment after the sister's face poked. But just as she was about to hug, Raquella Mae ....