The Last Cliff's

Chapter 21's

A short trip with the most elite airline in the VIP class does not necessarily make Clarissa Mae feel comfortable. Between Cengkareng and Juanda it only took 1 hour and 15 minutes, but his waist looked like it was too sore to relax on top of his chair. It was because his heart was in a slump, his thoughts drifting to the moment he was scolding his sister in the office, a few hours before deciding to fly to Surabaya.

" Sit, Deck ! " in the beginning.

"Otherwise, Brother ! I'm so sleepy." lamented Raquella.

"You should start learning how to manage this business !"

"Yes, Brother ! But not now ... I haven't slept since last night."

"Now !"

"Bg ... Make sure it works."sewot Raquella was shown by his way of throwing his face away.

" have to ! Because you have to know how much our company profits per month." for a moment Clarissa sighed, just to organize her heart and sentences so as not to pierce the feelings of her sister.

"Since you demanded the division of capital over this company, you know how much total cash you've withdrawn ?" clarissa continued in a soft tone.

As if she had guessed the direction of her sister's conversation, Raquella looked into Clarissa's eyes with a slanted look.

"200 million rupiah, Deck ! In just 3 weeks."

"The trus ? Brother mind ?"

"That's worth our net profit in one quarter !"

"I need that, Brother !"

"We can go bankrupt in less than a year ! You understand, Lo ?" clarissa who seems to have started to get annoyed.

"Yes ... Arrange, Brother ! Don't go bankrupt. That's your job as the President Director !" reply Raquella with a tone no less fierce.

"But you should also know the limit !" Clarissa Snapping.

" Eh, Brother ! I have a good talk ... For a dozen years, Lo has been managing this company ! All the profits are already you eat yourself, you use to finance the lifestyle of Lo who is a generous ass." debate Raquella with a high tone. Then he stood up with a violent gaze."and never again limit my will, for I am no longer a child." he continued, leaving his chair.

"SIT !" clarissa Shouts.

Raquella's body gasped, her heart shaking violently as shock in her heart. His entire life, only once did he receive his brother's anger. And it horrified him, forcing him to re-occupy his seat.

"If you are not a child anymore, then prove it with your adult attitude ! Make papa and mama proud when you see you from nature there, by completing your lecture, by being a responsible human being. They just ask that from you ! At the end of my breath."

Clarissa's words made Raquella freeze, silent.

"I had to go to Surabaya, Dek ! Take care of this branch of the company directly with my own hands. I can't bear to leave you in this state of chaos." continued Clarissa in a soft voice.

"Don't go !"

"Trus where can I get the money to meet the 'your adult' lifestyle ?"

Raquella begins to accept Clarissa's logic. It was no longer possible for him to continue to depend on the person who was his competitor in romance, even though he was his own biological brother. She must come out of the shadows of her brother's life.

"From tonight on, you have to sleep at home. Because in 3 hours I have to be in Surabaya."

"This fast ?"

"Yes ! Why ? You want to wait until I die first and learn to lead this company ?"

"Bg ...."

"The senior directors will guide you and the staff will give you a detailed explanation of the operation" Clarissa concluded while standing from her seat and carrying a suitcase.

"Where are you going ?" ask Raquella. He's starting to rile.

"You are still it ! Is it unclear what we were talking about ?"

There was nothing else he could do but stand dumbly as the brother passed by leaving him alone in the room, making Raquella's mind begin to be overwhelmed with anxiety.

"Mrs ... Papa ... Mafin Rissa !" whispers in his heart. Behind his black glasses, began to glow with water.

When her thin body is shaken by the insoluble turbulence of pre-landing, she realizes that she will soon be dealing with a new life in an environment she knows little about.

A hard work Clarissa must face for the sake of the happiness of Raquella and Arvine Dowson, the irony that is hard to lose from the corner of her heart.

When the plane had stopped completely, when all the passengers were in line to leave the plane, Clarissa chose to pause, closed her eyes, her lips and shook softly with the prayers she was muttering.

"Hmmm ..." reply Clarissa while standing.

"Please !" continued the flight attendant.

Clarissa immediately stepped up, leaving the plane as the last passenger. I don't know what his goal is, but he always does that on every flight he takes.

A few minutes after he stood waiting, Clarissa's luggage finally appeared above the 'conveiyor' and was soon grabbed.

The shabby cardigan of an O neck T-shirt wrapper attached to his body slowly tidied up. Then his gaze swept towards the trousers until the high heel at his feet, everything was still neat. Although not luxurious, but the clothes he wears always have to be in a neat state. The last to be touched was his sunglasses, raised up to the tip of his head, revealing the front of his hair. Makes his tired face look more ripe. Yaah ... Still beautiful and beautiful, even though Clarissa's age is not young anymore.

As her feet climbed to the floor at the end of the arrival terminal, Clarissa's eyes were shocked by a handsome, sturdy man carrying a white paper bearing her name, 'CLARISSA MAE'.

The man looked at Clarissa's arrival with anxious expectation. There were no other passengers, only Clarissa was left as the last passenger. Before finally the man's lips revealed a faint smile.

"Are you picking me up ?"

There was doubt in Clarissa's mind how anyone could pick her up at the airport and she didn't arrange her accommodation to that extent. From the beginning he planned to take a taxi to get to the hotel he had booked.

"Only if you are Miss Clarissa Mae" replied the man.

"But I have never received confirmation from anyone regarding pickup accommodation."

"You're right, Miss ! This is all I did at Faizah's request."

It immediately crossed Clarissa's mind about the message of the orphanage head mother whom she had considered like her own mother. "When in Surabaya later you meet a young man named Eddy, then try to pay a little attention to him, he is the son of my friend. May you be fooled."

But the message was never taken seriously, it was because Clarissa's intention to Surabaya was for business, not ramontism.

"Yes ... I know him." replied Clarissa with a knotty smile, "i'm Clarissa Mae." continued with a still incredulous heart. The appearance of the man standing in front of him was more resounding than he often saw in the media. V-neck t-shirts in dark blue combined with bluejins and white sneakers make the appearance of the man seem more macho.

"And I'm Eddy."

"You don't joke, Mr. Rodmeyer !" sambar Clarissa, she covered up her heart rage by bringing her eyebrows closer together in the middle of her forehead, forming a 'poker face'.

"My name is Edward Rodmeyer, but in the family environment, they call me Eddy, including Faizah's mom" the man explained. His smile expanded after seeing the figure of the person he picked up was a woman with simple makeup but seemed flexible with a harmonious choice of clothing colors.

"Please, Miss !"

"Clarissa ... Just call me by that name." replied Clarissa Mae as she began walking on the right side of Edaward Rodmeyer.

"Forget Rodmeyer ... Just call me Eddy ! Okay ?"

It was not the smile of Edward Rodmeyer that made Clarissa Mae as short of breath, but the swift footsteps of her six personal guards that made her uncomfortable and short of breath, because they are the center of attention of everyone in the international arrival terminal.

When their trip had just reached the end of the corridor, a luxurious limousine picked up.

"Boss ! Candidate for 'queen' yes ?" a reporter asked Edward Rodmeyer, glancing right at Clarissa Mae's eyes. Then 'click' a camera shot to capture the two of them together.

When four bodyguards approached the journalist, they intended to seize the camera.

"Sir !" clarissa Mae exclaimed to the guards, "just let it go ! He also needs news to connect his family's life."

The four sturdy bodyguards were silent, their gazes staring at Edward Rodmeyer. Big question marks stuck in their hearts, because Helena Krysnowack's habit was like religion to them, robbing and erasing all the images stored in the cameras of the reporters, "Fotoku is very valuable, don't go public without any economic value to me !!" that phrase usually comes out of Helena Krysnowack's mouth. But Clarissa Mae did not do the same with Helena, she let her photo be shared by the media to the public, despite the element of coercion.

The bodyguards immediately withdrew when Edward Rodmeyer lowered his hand, a sign that he was willing to have his picture taken by the journalist.

As if getting a breath of fresh air, the reporter again ventured to approach Clarissa Mae, even though the beautiful woman had entered the limousine.

"Name, Ma'am !" ask the reporter in a hurry. Forced Clarissa Mae to open the windowpanes on her side.

"My name is Clarissa, and I'm not sure I can be the 'queen of the Rodmeyer', because as you know, a guy with personal qualities as great as Edward Rodmeyer certainly surrounded by many great women, as you know, and I'm not even one of them." a wry smile ended the explanation.

"Begging for her business card, ma'am !" hope the reporter when the limousine starts moving.

"Wait, Sir !" clarissa Mae yelled at the limousine driver. The car stopped immediately.

"Here, Deck !" clarissa Mae exclaimed as she handed the reporter a small piece of paper."sorry, yes ! Boss sir is in a hurry. If you want clarification, just call my number ... Good day to you !"

"Here too, Miss Clarissa !" the reporter was excited.

In the limousine, Edward Rodmeyer is seen looking at Clarissa Mae's face, observing her way of talking to reporters, and blinking her eyes into a smile. "Bu Faizah never misjudged, Clarissa has the quality to be loved. But can my heart 'turn' ?" whispers in Edward Rodmeyer's heart.