The Last Cliff's

Chapter 24's

POV: Arvine Dowson.

"Where should we be 'blinking' ? To the pleasing pleasures or sorrows that teach ?" the answer to that logical question was what made me a 'strange' figure in my social life.

When everyone sees pleasure as a goal to be achieved in their lives, I must choose to learn from suffering.

Not because you want to appear so-soan or to impress cool with personal anti-mainstream, but everything just happens, flowing like a groove on a flowchart diagram in my life line. Not giving my mind room to choose. Each end of my flowchart's arrowhead ends in a logic box that contains only sorrow and tears.

Until one day, the PAI teacher at the Elementary School where I learned to understand me: "no tears are spilled in vain, all must have a silver lining." that's when my thinking paradigm changed, I no longer dissolve in regrets and tears when I meet, I turn my mind to the search for wisdom what I can get.

At a time when my peers are cool playing online games with their gadgets, I learned the basic mechanics of the rotation axis and gear comparison in the transmission system of each of my onthel bike rides when I had to take my mom's cookies to her retail stores.

When my peers were enjoying the coolness of the AC in their parents' car, I studied climatology about static air humidity (without wind gusts) would have followed rain from the heat of the sun on my skin when I had to dry the flour in our yard.

And while they were laughing at the coffee shop, I was learning marketing about the brand image of each pack of my mother's cookies that had to be sold out by me.

It all makes me a smart and tough figure, my existence is recognized by my environment even though we have nothing. In school, I was always the best.

My teenage years greeted me with joy, when a beautiful virgin, Shanique Miller, my Junior friend was willing to become the port of my monkey love, then more than that. He became my true love.

Knitting my days with him into verses of peerless beautiful poetry, I framed with a rapsody of the promise of living while living. We monument our story with a 'Vinnie & Hanie' pendant in a heart.

Until the end of the story, Hani left like a storm. Without permission to destroy the branches that might bear love to my tree of love, rob the leaves that might green the color of my destiny, bring with them all my race and replace them with a surge of adrenaline. Making me a tension enthusiast, a lover of the space between life and death, hanging life on a string of logic.

Hani's departure was never able to marry with logic, because the place was settled not in logic, but in my heart, which was already porakporanda.

Enemy. That's me without his presence, shelter on the porch some huma, pull over on some beaches. Until I finally found a house called Clarissa Mae, where I had been living.

Rissa destroyed the law of cause and effect in my logic. Makes me believe that not all 'if' will meet 'then', not all 'action' will reciprocate 'reaction'. To him, the word 'must' was nonexistent, alternating with the word 'ihlas'. The way Rissa loves me, proves the truth of all her theories.

Leaving 'ihlas' unrequited is tyranny. As a man, tyranny is definitely not my path. I decided to split the sky, tearing apart the mesh of fate that covered the door of fate. The constant quiz, I complete the coefficients, and I fill in the variables, so that my destiny is no longer dim ... I forced God to bring Hani back into my life, so that Rissa's 'ihlas' could be assured when I got the answer, who really is the owner of this heart.

Until finally, here I am ... Can only stand by the side of the bed where Hani is helpless. Staring at his pointy nose, admiring the shape of his lips, turning back time back to the time we met. He and I were sitting together, at the foot of the Santrean valley, under the nyiur tree at the end of the beach, in the blushing sun of dusk, when the young poet recited a poem to his beloved, in our school uniform, white blue :

"I am the darkest cloud.

Drowning the skies into the river of blood.

I am a hurricane.

Breaking down so many branches.

I am a heavy rain.

Flooding over streets in such of pain.

As you are stand still, my rosebud !

Remain as the sunshine afterwards."

"Crazy !" cindi's voice broke my daydream. He looked at me while twitching his forehead, like he wanted to make sure I wasn't delirious. "Just get out of here ? Without concept and framework ?" continued.

The question I did not answer, other than because I did not understand what it meant, I also 'revealed' on the presence of those who suddenly had to kuakrabi.

Several times I tried to find Hani's pendant which was supposed to be in her personal item box, but I couldn't find it. Even when I shove all the boxes onto the table, Hani's pendant is nowhere to be seen.

Nicko was fiddling with the camera when I asked him to contact the IGD room, asking for their confirmation of Hani's disappearance of a locket. He left despite being a little heavy-hearted, I knew he must have left, but he hated dealing with the administration the most, but somehow Nicko always obeyed whatever I asked.

"What's the pendant like, Bang ?" that time it was the Japanese's turn to bully me.

I turned my face to him and smiled. That's all I answered to the question, then I re-cleaned the table scattered with rings, bracelets and some other jewelry belonging to Hani.

"Is there something wrong with us, Bang ?" fatimah.

"So much, Lo ! Just become an amateur vloger." Cindi chirped.

Of the three girls who followed me in the hospital, Cindi was the most emotional. I take that as an expression of his grief over Hani's bad luck.

"It's ah ! Let's go out." continued Farah. He took Cindi and Fatimah's hands to follow him walking out of the treatment room.

"Good night, Mr. Vinnie !" exclaimed a woman in a nurse uniform as she entered the room. His smile expanded as his body almost collided with Farah.

"Good night, Ma !" my answer.

"What's the pendant like, huh ?" ask the sister without saying stale.

But it makes me feel bad, because the double pendant I hung on the end of my thigh, a little above my knee, behind my jeans, tied to a black rope like we used to make it.

"Now !" yelled Nicko who suddenly grinned behind the door, standing lined up with the three college girls. He threw a knife at me.

Without a second thought, I immediately tore my jeans right at the knee. Then I pulled the black string and my pendant, 'Vinnie & Hanie', a pendant I once believed would forever be stuck to my knee.

There was a sense of relief when I saw the locket was still intact even though it was a little dirty.

"Scook !" back Cindi nyeletuk.

With a little hesitation, I handed the pendant over to the nurse's hand. He watched her while walking around the bed.

"It looks like I've seen this locket ... But where, huh ?" the sister still kept turning while squinting her eyes, seemingly trying to remember. "For a moment, sir !" suddenly said.

"Please Mr. Vinnie shift a little."

I took a step back, away from the side of the bed.

The nurse opened Hani's left palm, cautiously as the infusion needle was still attached slightly above her wrist. But nil.

"Usually the patient will try to grasp the most sacred item shortly before the operation." explained the nurse as she walked to the other side of the bed, "it was reflex." she continued with a smile.

"It's a !" exclaimed the nurse, the corner of her lips pulled to the side, a bit high. His hand grabbed Hani's right fist, inside it was seen grasping something.

"Don't, Ma !" I shouted as Hani's hand was about to be forcefully opened. "Leave it there." I'm sure, Hani's hand was holding the locket.

I approached the nurse, then stood beside her, taking Hani's fist out of her hand. Smiling, she said: "little things like this are the cause of great miracles." and then she handed me back my locket.

"Thank you, Mom !"

"Don't Mom, dong ! I am young and have no husband. Call it Nindi ... And I'm a huge Bang Vinnie fan." concluded the nurse shortly before stepping out of the room. "Tomorrow for his autograph, Bang !"

"By pleasure, Nindi." I ducked down, and greeted thank you.

Just one second after the door closed, "hellleeeh ... Sisters of Lo nduk ... Sweet-suck, Lo !" cindi's voice clearly sounded sewot. I don't know what makes it so.

I'm males with a woman's mouth. Think of Cindi's speech as the sound of a mosquito.

"Keepin' fight lo, huh ?" cindi continued to reply to my chuckle. He moved forward while throwing his bag into the corner of the room. But his hand was blocked by Farah's grip. Although smaller, but Farah's hand turned out to be able to block Cindi's steps to approach me. Or maybe Cindi deliberately relented, just bluffing ? Then I throw one more smile at them, a sneering smile.

"Let me go ahead !" farah's turn is pitched.

"Other than this ?" my thinking. My smile is getting cynical.

Farah's speech immediately flowed, telling the elegance of the figure of a goddess who was whimpering longing for a despicable human like me. The temples of the story are wrapped in shahdu by a tear stammer, let the line adorn to the recesses of my heart, lead my guilt into the deepest valley, even become regretful. "Why don't I look for him when I still love him ? Why did I run into the adrenaline junkie to get rid of my loneliness when my crying Hani called me ?" whisper from the trough of my soul.

Standing alone on the oath as the locket was pinned around her neck, Hani endured the longing, when I accused her of treason.

"Sorry !" that's the only word I can say when I kiss his hand.