The Last Cliff's

Chapter 2's

Towards dusk, when the rainbow incarnates only for the rain, in the gazebo of a beach house..

"Let's drink it !"

A simple speech sung Clarissa Mae with a flat tone and facial expression ala 'poker face', then sat in the corner gazebo side of her house. He deliberately took the furthest stretch of distance from Arvine Dowson. His eyes faintly stared at the pounding waves that were drifting across the beach. "The waves never stopped, removing the traces of stains on the beach, stalling the foam back into the ocean, serving the gulls who continued to invite him to play water. He remains rigid to give meaning, even though sometimes scattered by the rock. I have to be as strong as the waves !" whispers in his heart.

Brewed tea is a regular tea, with a dose of sugar as usual, the water is ordinary cooking water, as well as the cup and saucer ... All is normal, but somehow Arvine Dowson was reluctant to take a sip, but his fame, also hundreds of days before that, he never hesitated to drink tea made by his lover.

"Why, Vin ? Her tea water is redder than my lips, huh ? And maybe her taste will also be sweeter than my smile ?" for a moment Clarissa Mae paused her speech, to simply take off a smile towards Arvine Dowson, who immediately replied with a long sigh full of regret, he knew that Clarissa Mae was still upset with him.

"The plucked tea will always appear new shoots, the sugar is so ... Will always be planted with new sugar cane. Jdi reasonable dong if the red and sweet tea will be eternal ? As for I-" back Clarissa Mae paused her speech, that time to look down then tidying up the hairpin on her right cheek.

"I will continue to age ! My lips will turn pale, my smile will soon be toothless, and my womb ..." No more words spoken, not a thread of sound shuddered, changed with a stuck sob. There is a turmoil of emotions that must be immediately blown so that his breath rhymed again, but he did not want to let it hit everything and destroy all the beautiful memories between himself and his lover. Clarissa Mae just wanted to cry without any intention of burdening anyone with her cry, especially Arvine Dowson, as much as she could endure her sobs, she kept her cries, she developed a smile on her lips, she put a smile on her lips, she said, just to keep the man from feeling guilty.

All women know how to feel crying without tears, save everything, restless, disappointed, anger only to the chest. It should not be implied in the slightest whether it is on the lips or in the eyes, it should not be crowded or sobbing, all must be controlled ! It hurt, it hurt so much, it hurt too much for an ordinary woman to keep. Only a real woman can do that.

Although it hurts, Clarissa Mae has chosen to be a real woman, saving all her grief for herself, and manifesting only a happy smile in the eyes of her lover. Like the way her mama loves her papa.

There's nothing wrong with that, although many of her friends find it strange, even her own little sister, Raquella Mae, makes fun of her silly, but she's still convinced that love has to be, love should lighten each other, not burden each other. "Mama cooks and takes care of all the needs of papa to relieve papa, then papa works to make a living to relieve mama in taking care of us all ! That's what it means to love, Raquella !" an advice that is often echoed his to the younger brother as well as himself.

Unfortunately, the mother was hunted to leave the world with her father in a traffic accident. The car they were driving overturned by being hit by a drunk truck, it happened when Clarissa Mae was only 16 years old and Raquella Mae before 8 years old.

Whether it had been how many times the waves were combing the beach and the gull singing was heard, Clarissa Mae still held back her cries and Arvine Dowson sat there, leaving silence ... Grounding the waves in a dozen tones ... Want to uncover the veil of destiny ... Which may be as bright as dawn or as spoonful as dusk, upon them ... Two adult humans.

The silence was at its end broken, by the roar of the motor trail whose gas rope was restrained carelessly, roaring stomping as if reluctantly stopping before its front wheel touched the corner of the gazebo.

Raquella jumped down and emptied the teacup of plain diplomacy without excuse, as usual - too grinning and hugging her brother.

"Jude ! Please take care of Lo's sister." to Raquella, Arvine Dowson opens his voice.

"Well, go get it in there !" timpal Raquella's. But Arvine Dowson, like he did not hear the remark, was more concerned with his efforts to get off the gazebo and walk closer to Clarissa.

"You'll be fine, baby ! Because I will always love you. Sorry, this time I really have to go." then a sincere kiss landed friendly on Clarissa's forehead, a little bracing, not much, barely without.

"Good take care of her !" her message to Raquella with fingers was like a punch, and before she actually stepped away, her eyes blinked heavily, throwing a code that she was being very serious.

Luckily, Raquella understands the eye code, she becomes aware that the older sister - where she used to be in trouble, is in trouble, and he should know who brought trouble to his much-loved sister.

Clarissa kept trying hard when Dusk began to make fun of her, she kept walking with Arvine Dowson to pull the car door handle, then waved and ... sow a smile once again to his love that must go. Where ? For how long ? Clarissa Mae doesn't know. To him, as long as Arvine Dowson still loved him, he would wait for the man to 'go home'.

"Already ! he's gone."whisper the twilight on the horizon, his voice sad and poignant, "look at me now !"

Clarissa refused, choosing to look down at the tips of her own toes.

"I want to see the color of your tears ! Because the night often tells me that your tears are as white as Khadijah's tears, as clear as the eyes of Fatimah, and as long as Eve longs for Adam. Is that really ?"

"No, Dusk ! I never cry for what I give. The Night sees the tears of others." Clarissa.

"really ?" Pursue Dusk at the end of his maroon.

"No !"

"Act ... kah .. kah .. kah ...?"

The sound of Dusk echoing, bouncing into the sky then piercing into the trough of his heart, tearing apart the remnants of his kinkiness, gnawing at his courage, made Clarissa even more numb. Until finally ....

Clarissa collapsed, her legs withered, sat down on her knees in tears, then squealed in tears. From the trembling of his lips heard a sigh: "Tidaaaaaaaaaak, Dusk !" just before he fainted in Raquella's arms.

Dusk passed, rushing half-running to greet the night, in its darkness, even though it was still cloudy in the 4 horizons, the voice of Dusk still echoed, covering the sound of thunderstorms, he chattered: "Night, night, I know her crying, I see the color of her tears. His love is really as good as they are ...."

Then ... in the contest Night ... at the very end of the line .. twilight is still hoarse whining :

"I want to be Clarissa."