The Last Cliff's

Chapter 25's

I can't blame the sky for the way it brought us together, because they're just intermediaries. I also have no right to blame God with his power to destroy Hani's dream, because there must be wisdom that I can draw, whether tomorrow either the day after tomorrow or maybe even need a lifetime.

I can only accept this harsh reality as a mirror that I must fix myself and my mind a lot. All I have to face as punishment for the sins I have committed. Although I do not yet know what my sins are, what my fault is that God plays his power beyond the means of the tyrants.

"You are a stone. You refuse to shatter into pieces of gravel, sand chips, or even dust grains. You will shine even though you are mired in the darkness of life. Because you're my diamond."

It was my mother's mantra just before she 'stepped in' to come home, leaving me as her little diamond, living in this world without anyone. I don't want to disappoint mom, dashing her hopes just because of the stroke of fate.

I don't want to be written by God as a whiny character in His 'novel ! Where my imperfections are exploited into dogmas that justify my weaknesses.

Had I been written by the author whose novel was scattered in novelto*n, who established the Autist, the introvert, the geeky, the fool, the blind, the deaf ... need to be pitied or loved by CEOs, Prince Tajir and beautiful to live life, then be sure ! I'll get out of their script ... Hit those authors and put their heads into the WC hole ! So that they understand that the inherent shortcomings and advantages of a person are like two sides of a coin.

Make you too, Thor ! Don't let me out of your script, keep your dreadlocks botakin it your gegara soin I'm a bucini character who often cries because of girls !

I nantangin Iw, Vin !?

Jaelah ... Your emotions, Thor !? And if you dare ? here !

You are stressed ! Think of the lo girl again mo dead ! Awokawok ....

If until you diein Hani ... I tore up your manuscript.

Patience, Vin ! Matiin ko cewe lo.

Yes clear ... I know your idea, Thor ! Just like those minimalist authors ! There is no depth of philosophy.

*B*syet by the boy* !

Don't take my dialogue, Thor ! I'm not done talking.

Next one !!!

You want me to yayangin Hani, right ? Because Hani is paralyzed, because Hani is weak, because Hani needs a handsome and mighty figure like me ... Yeah, right ? Yes ... Don't ? Same with you, Thor ! Like all other authors ! Ju*h !!!

Well lo ? Coc ....

We'll have peace, Thor ! Not his era of violence anymore, the brawl season is over ... Change the watermelon season.

Continues ?

Here aja ... If you write I have to love Hani because he's weak, uh I mean, paralyzed. So with all due respect, I resigned as Arvine Dowson in the novel i-

Ah ... bad lo, Vin ! Where are there author-arranged characters in the novel ?

Anyway ... I don't want to take part in a novel that exploits someone's flaw in order to seek sympathy or a reader's tear ! That is not fair at all !! And the effect is like just looking for money.

This is my novel ! It's up to gw ! Mo nyari money cake ... Mo nyari popularity cake ... That's my business.

Every novel should have a good moral message, Thor ! Moreover, this portal is the favorite portal of the younger generation ! Your moral message must be careful, do not make the brain of 'the future of this nation' as shallow as your brain, Thor !

Vaaah ... It's fucked up ! Stress is bad, Vin !

You're not happy, Thor ! Your talk is tilting.

It's up to me, right ? Mo tilting ... Mojok ... It's all up to me !

But I stick to my point, I'll boycott all your novels and get out of this novel.

You crazy stress bin, Vin !

Give it up, Thor ! Tired my brain ... Mending to sleep !

Ogah !

*Kampr*t, Vinn*.

You are a bad boy, Thor !

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Author

After a long time alone in the bathroom while angry at me, Arvine Dowson returned to the treatment room, finding his true lover was in a coma on the bed, complete with life support tools that stick all over his body. Her beauty was lost due to bandages that rubbed almost all over her face.

While the three students seemed to be sitting in agitation around him, Shanique Miller simply closed in, not responding to the slightest stimulus the doctors had given her. Coma felt point, almost dead if not immediately spaced spacing.

It all immersed Arvine Dowson's toughness into exhaustion, not just his physique that was still fatique due to Rinjani's mission. But also the psychic who is being wracked with guilt because Clarissa Mae must be in a hurry to miss him. And a week in the treatment room is like a cage that fertilizes it.

"Pssst ...!" a code from Arvine Dowson's lips was addressed to Fatimah Mahmud, in order for the girl to shift away from the right side of the bed.

The girl understood what Arvine Dowson wanted, she left her stool to move to the sofa.

Accompanied by a sickly bead on Cindi Latuconsina's face, Arvine Dowson placed his waist on an empty bench left by Fatimah Mahmud.

It didn't take long to get Arvine Dowson covered in snoring. She fell asleep for only a moment after putting Shanique Miller's hand over her head, propping up on her straight and thick hair.

Farah Isuke sees Arvine Dowson's sleep as a rare occurrence. They had been together for a week, and he had never seen Arvine Dowson close his eyes. "Freak man." whispered in his heart, between admiration and pity.

Farah Isuke, Cindi Latuconsina. Dara Ambon manise was visibly furious when she heard the snoring of Arvine Dowson. Approached slowly, then wrung his fingers in front of the face of Arvine Dowson, wanted to get the certainty that the man was completely asleep. Then clenched his fingers while retreating 2 steps, then he did shadow boxing, a style of boxing against the shadows. Cindi Latuconsina was fighting Arvine Dowson's shadow right behind her head.

Fatimah Mahmud laughed at her best friend, thinking of her as silly, but her laughter seemed dead for a week.

"Coward, Lo !" tease Farah Isuke, "turn he sleeps, lo boxing ! Try if he wakes up. Dare you Lo !?"

"Brave ! Gini yes ... Hum. I hit this chair, my truck with the 'bird' of the kek gini, ha ! Mamp*s him ... Wakakaka !" the act of Cindi Latuconsina increasingly became, all doing sepa behind Arvine Dowson. Greeted with laughter by Fatimah Mahmud and Farah Isuke.

Right in the gap between the laughter of the three of them, there was a thin and slow movement in Arvine Dowson's hair. Yes ... The movement of Shanique Miller's fingers that escaped the observation of the three female students' eyes.

When the crackling sound of the pendant falling to the floor was heard, the three only realized that the pendant came from Shanique Miller's open hand.

"Sir Shasa-" cried Fatimah Mahmud. He ran over to Shanique Miller's face, finding his mentor's tears had seeped through the bandage on his left temple.

Farah Isuke soon followed, approaching her mentor's face to wipe the clear grain that was almost shed to the slope of the nose.

"up ! I'm sorry, Bang." Cindi Latuconsina's spontaneous lips whipped, her legs crashing at Arvine Dowson's waist who seemed to be asleep dead. The girl was in a hurry because she wanted to touch Shanique Miller's cheek immediately, so her legs became brash, crashing at anything that became her obstacle.

Shanique Miller's fingers became more pronounced, from the one that only shook a little later to the one that squeezed Arvine Dowson's hair. Then grabbed the hair of his lover while continuing to hold the aimata.

Farah Isuke sees Shanique Miller's fingers in tears, as a form of gratitude to her God for returning the loved one back to her life.

Fatimah Mahmud was worse, he welcomed the return of the mentor with shivering lips while chanting the sacred verses from his book, his voice softened to the ears of the mountains, calming those who were bitter to be shahdu, his voice softened to the ears of the mountains, tore up those who were tired. Only Rinjani, who refused to be shahdu, chose to remain inflamed because her will was being blocked.

The bell button to call the doctor pressed Cindi Latuconsina with a nervous index finger along with a soft voice from Shanique Miller's lips: "V.i.nn...i.....e ...." the voice came from inside his throat, a haunting, indistinct between calling or whimpering, between longing or hating. Only her fingers seemed to be whispering, fondling the lover's hair with a touch of love and longing.

When a doctor came in with two nurses on either side. They smiled, giving thanks for another miracle. A patient with severe trauma managed to rise from his coma in just a week, a miracle !

"Don't ! Let it be ... That's the source of her power." said the doctor as she watched the nurse try to remove Shanique Miller's hand from Arvine Dowson's head.

"Look at that, lord of the breath of the mountains. When all are grateful to worship your majesty, thank You for the blessings You bestow upon them, look with your eyes, O true God ! Look how tall that shit is ! He even welcomed your grace with just a snoring voice !" the wrath of Mount Rinjani nun far away.