The Last Cliff's

Chapter 16's

Clarissa kept her head down, even as her body gasped in shock at the sound of the gun being detonated, she chose to stay down, refusing to see how Raquella shot herself in the head, then was knocked down by a bullet that pierced her temple.

Slowly his tears trickled down as Raquella's blood melted, the sister's head fell down right on her lap, reddening her wedding dress with blood, dashing her happy with a nestapa.

"OH ... MY ... GOD !!" arvine Dowson shouted among the hysterical screams of the guests. Then he approached Clarissa. When his hand was about to grab the limp body of Raquella ....

"Don't ever touch my angel." - Clarissa's voice, her tone sounded sinister, like a voice from the grave.

Then ....

"Backlogger ... Oh, Bobok adek ... Otherwise the bobok is bitten by a mosquito ! Bobok adek ... Oh, Bobok adek ... Otherwise the bobok is bitten by a mosquito !"

Clarissa's humming as her fingers danced, stroking her sister's hair lovingly, just as she had always done to bring her sister to sleep.

"Bobok adek yes ! Clarissa's sister will always take care of you ..." she said on her senandungnya, then back humming: "Corny adek ... Oh, Adek bobo ..." the longer the hoarse voice. His lips began to shiver. The tears are unstoppable.

There was no wound more painful than his wound at that time. In her eyes, Raquella who was being bought by her was 6-year-old Raquella who was agitated at bedtime, restless because she missed her papa and her mama.

When fresh blood melted down his sister's left cheek, Clarissa's hood became her dryer, then as soft as possible and then sucked with force of love. "Sleep, Deck ! In the sky, papa and mama are smiling looking at us ... Sleep tight." whispered Clarissa.

Finally, when Raquella was completely asleep in her 'long sleep', Clarissa's fingers rubbed Raquella's face to close her eyes. Clarissa must accept her sister's death in her lap.

As her lips stopped humming, Clarissa buried her guilt only in herself. "Lord ! Allow me to exchange it, my life for his, my life for his, and my happiness for his happiness, all this for my faults ... Pa, Ma, forgive me for not being able to protect her." groaned in his heart.

If patience should be limitless, then where else should Clarissa keep her grief ? While his heart no longer fit. In his brain ? It can't be ! The brain was already too tired by the affairs of his company. As persistently as Clarissa tried to hold on, in the end she had to accept her limitations. His heart and brain were compressed, his logic and emotions overlapped ! Leaving pain in his head, excruciating pain.

The latch of his own hair to get rid of the pain, but free, the pain in his head is increasingly becoming. Then he slapped his own face once, but in vain. Twice, also in vain. Then I don't know how many times he slapped his own face with all his might.

When a slap hit her nose, Clarissa grimaced.

"Ouch !"

His eyes widened, stunned and then woke up suddenly, when he realized that he was on the bed.

"Huft ! It turned out to be just a dream." - grunts alone. Cold sweat still soaks his back and neck despite the temperature in his AC 7°C.

A dream that feels very real, like a delusion that is then stuck eternally in his memory. Yes ... delusions about the regret that made Clarissa unable to cool back, forcing her to fling a blanket of transparent lingerie cover color tosca attached to her thin body. Then, slightly above the lace the bottom of the lingerie was lifted rather high to wipe the tears that did not want to stop.

The wall clock points to the number 03:03, when the meaning of a dream is not limited to sleeping flowers.

With her eyes still puffy, with her fingers still shivering, Clarissa changed clothes and drove to Rasuna, looking for Raquella in their apartment.

 

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The cloudy sky that sank over Jakarta in September looked strange, especially when slowly starting to become a speck of rain, maybe something was wrong in the sky that afternoon, or in the wind, wind, like the wrong behavior of Clarissa's heart when only able to sit in her car while staring confusedly at Raquella.

The right side of his heart skipped a beat in the rhythm of his happy heart when he found his sister sitting casually chatting with her friends. From her facial expressions and all her mannerisms it is clear that Raquella is very happy, blooming like a flower in spring. In his life, Clarissa did not expect anything greater than to see it all, she already held the promise of their late parents to look after and make Raquella happy.

Clarissa could do nothing but look at her sister's behavior from the car parked right in front of the gate of Arvine Dowson's house.

"Your happiness is my happiness, Deck ! Iihlas took Vinnie off for you, though maybe we'll get a little bit away from each other." murmured Clarissa in a heart that began to shed blood, slashed in the light of treason.

Whether he wants to enjoy his heartache, or wants to be happy with his sister, Clarissa accidentally pressed a red button that says 'engine stop' on the steering wheel of her car, turning off the car engine for no reason. His eyes pierce the iron sidelines of the house fence, watching the clothes of the man who was wrapped in Raquella's body.

"Behind that shirt, he doesn't wear any insides ! They must've done 'everything'." he believed in heart.

"But time is yes ? Vinnie is not that kind of guy ! He is a religious man ! He never messed with me." he said again.

"Or did my dream really happen ? Vinnie loves Raquella and only loves me as much as his future sister-in-law ?"

"Ah ! Was I that stupid, then ? I know the look in Vinnie's eyes when we're in chains. And it was the look in the eyes of love complete with passion and lust, only that Vinnie could hold himself back from letting me go for a bit of dew."

And there's a lot more dialogue in Clarissa's mind. Making his head more tired then began to dizzy, unconscious finally he leaned his head on the steering wheel, then his eyes closed slowly, lau increasingly sayu as his thoughts that burst into his childhood, he said, the time when he had to push the crib swing when his mother was busy cooking, all he did so that the sister could feel comfortable by his side.

'TEEET ... TREETEET !!' The sound of a motor horn jerked him, making Clarissa stammer, looking back through the rearview mirror in her car.

It turned out that the dirt bike belonging to Raquella was being driven by a young man who was standing while honking his horn. In Clarissa's conjecture, the young man was one of Raquella's comrades.

Clarissa got out of the car, got down and walked over to the young man.

"I'm sorry, can I ask you to push ? My car broke down." said Clarissa.

"Owh ... Yes, Ma !"

The young man got down and helped Clarissa push her car. They pushed for a dispute.

"This is the house of the Pujangga, right ?" early Clarissa.

"Yep !" replied the young man.

"Cewe in that bin, huh ?"

"No, Ma'am ! Just been made ... It's still that girlfriend."

"Now we live in the house ? Another room ! That's exactly what in his Vlog is so holy-ass."

"Yeah, Mom ! I don't know a millennial kid ! Origin suitable decaap ... Ha ha ha ha."

"Stoop !" clarissa exclaimed when her car was in a position quite aside and no longer blocked the trail bike when it was about to enter the gate. "Thank you ... It's !" he continued while giving some pieces of money fractions of a hundred thousand to the young man.

"That's okay, ma'am !" Reply to the young man, but his hands are stretched out to receive Clarissa's gift, "hehehehe ... Yes, ma'am !" he rushed to his bike.

As Clarissa alleged, the young man rode his motorbike into the gate, towards Arvine Dowson's house.

Shortly after the trail bike entered the gate, Clarissa turned on the engine of her car and drove the gamang mingle with thousands of other cars without a definite purpose. Just following his heart that was injured because of the cupid arrows he had forcibly removed.

When the clouds greeted him through the rain, and when the sky caressed him by the wind, Clarissa answered him with a loud cry: "BANGS*T KALIAAAAN !"