The Last Cliff's

Chapter 27's

POV: Clarissa Mae's.

After a long and grueling dialogue with Eddy, I finally managed to convince him that my place was not in his five-star hotel presidential suit class, but here. In one of the rooms in the building where I work.

Ironic indeed if comparing my life while in Jakarta with here in Jakarta all the facilities of my life can be said to be perfect. From the pool, spa room, heating and air conditioning, to the sauna equipment, everything is inside my house. It was all the fruit of my hard work.

But here in Surabaya, it all came back from scratch, like when little Raquella and I were just starting to continue the legacy business. At that time our house was a block of stone, like this room, the size was only enough to occupy 3 people. Without cooling or heating, fortunately next to our house is the beach, the cool sea breeze we often make a substitute for AC, and the warm land wind as a warm house. but this room is stuffy because it is far from the beach.

When I first set foot in this room, I was nostalgic, feeling back how comfortable my life was when we were whole. There is a papa who plays guitar, there is a mama voice that sounds melodious with his nagging, there is Raquella who I often make crying. Hmmm .. everything feels beautiful even if we have nothing.

But all that is the past, the beautiful time has run out of history, leaving the rest in the form of sultry and careless. Cramming my days with guilt. Mainly today.

Honestly, I admit I was wrong. Believing my heart to be consumed with jealous coals when my eyes saw Raquella living in Vinnie's house, I thought they were staying at home ! Even though Vinnie has not been nyampe in Jakarta, he is still 'concerned' here, taking care of something that should be God's business. But it could be .. the tombal is always nosy at the 'gombal' that should be history. But that's what makes me melt in his arms, Vinnie's heart is clean, sincere and total when helping others.

Vinni ... These lips are waiting for you to kiss, this hand is hoping for you to hold, this body is ready for you to hold, and this 'this' nih--that I am pressing down on this-you shall be torn.. ihik .. so that my womb may be filled, that there may be a baby ... Oh Vinnie, I want your baby ! To brush and hold, we grow to adulthood, so that his heart grows beyond the white of your heart.

Wew !! How come my brain is bucin gini huh ? I have not yet apologized.

Call Vinnie, ah ! But how about it ? "Haai Vinnie ! I'm sorry, yaa, your call yesterday was not intentionally reject." at that time he believed ? It's not possible ! Or gini only: "vin ... Kangen ! Yuuu's hug." ah ! Very potent. It's already ah ! My head. It's up to tomorrow, when I see him in the hospital, getting angry or wanting to hug it's up to Vinnie, it's all my fault.

But tomorrow there's a meeting until the afternoon, and then when can I meet Vinnie ?

"Knock ... knock .. knock ...!"

Who else is it ? 23 O'clock passing by still knocking on the door.

"Who ?"

"I'm Hendro, Ma'am !"

Hendro !? It looks like it's the name of the office security.

"In the meantime, Mr !"

After making my clothes, I opened the door.

Unmistakably, a man in full security uniform was standing behind the door.

"Sorry to interrupt Ms. Clarissa's break. I just want to deliver this deposit." replied Mr. Hendro while handing over a box wrapped in white plastic.

"What is this, sir ?"

"People said he had dinner for Ms. Clarissa."

"Where is he ?"

"It's gone, ma'am ! Ride motor sport."

"Did Mr Hendro say thank you ?"

"Ready, Mom ! Not yet."

Bad habit ! No matter how small a gift from someone is a proof of good faith, then at least we should be grateful.

"Next time don't repeat, sir ! Gratitude is an obligation to those who receive a gift."

"Ready, Mom ! Execute."

"Jas ! Mr. Hendro went back to the guard post, thank you for bothering to have dinner for me."

"Ready. You're welcome, Ms. Clarissa ! Good night."

"Night too, Mr. Hendro."

My door closed again with a big question mark inside my head. Who sent this box ? The answer can be anyone, I am the owner of the company, so maybe one of the staff or employees who want to take heart for the sake of promotion. Ah whatever ! The important thing is to open the contents first, see if it can still be eaten.

Lho, how ?

It turns out that the contents of the box are ++ combo burgers, complete with extra cow's eye eggs, and whole lettuce in its own box.

"Oh my God, Vinnie !" soon that name came up in my brain, only he knew my favorite burger to that extent.

A sense of puffiness piled up in my head. Why miss me just a little attention, I want my miss in Vinnie's miss ! I want to hug me on Vinnie's chest ! I want my breath to slip in the middle of Vinnie's breath !

"I WANT VINNIE !!"

Why do my tears drip again ? Crying misses me like I never let go. Until when do I have to keep doing this ? Suffering pain of longing, waiting for the heart to be touched is not just to be understood.

Vinnie .. hiks .. hiks ... I don't need this burger !

"Fraame !!" sound of box pounding wall. Scattering burgers underneath.

I don't want just your picture !

"Proook !!" HP sound hit the door leaf. Destroying Vinnie's videos.

I hate tears !

"Bruuuk .. bruuk .. bruk !!" the sound of pillows slapping my own face, many times ! But these eyes are not dry.

Vinni ... I don't want to live without youuuuuu .. huuu .. uuu .. uu.. uu ....

"Dheeg" my brow voice turned off the lights, extinguishing all the rays in my eyes.. all the dark ... all the silence ... numbness, Fainting !!

***

"Is Miss Clarissa okay ?" ask Rani, complete Poetri Maharani, my personal secretary. She's about the same age as me but her son is 3. I envy every look at his chest that has been damaged by wear, plastered by his 3 heroes ! While mine is still good, because it's always wrapped, it's useless !

... i**hix ....

"Yes, I'm fine !"

"But, Ma !"

Rani's eyes saw a big lump on my forehead. I've tried to hide it behind the bangs of my hair, but it seems to be a waste, all who see my face must be bead his eyes immediately fixed on my forehead.

"Is the staff complete ?"

"Already, Mom. The meeting can start soon."

Division level meeting as soon as I started, 10 people sat facing me. All my questions they answered honestly and openly. Produce a final conclusion of the most pressing issue to address. The distribution ! We are having difficulty delivering large numbers of cars to eastern Indonesia. Cargo security is not covered by insurance, because there is no certified carrier, except the ships owned by Rodmeyer Shipping Corp which they usually short with RSC.

"Prepare a proposal for cooperation with the RSC" I said briefly.

"Sorry, Mom ! We have submitted proposals several times like the one Ms. Clarissa asked them to, but the RSC never responded." replied Rani.

"Have you been lobbied ?"

"Already, Mom !"

"Where is it ?"

"Adm and their finances, Mom ! It's hard to break, it looks like there's an under-the-table game between their Ad & Finance Chiefs and our competitors." Mario explained. Skinny man who heads the finance division of Surabaya.

"Well ... Just prepare the proposal as I requested, then leave it to me. Let me take him to lobby directly to his company" I concluded.

I honestly want this meeting to be over soon, because I want to get to the hospital. Kangen.

"Is that possible, Mom ? The conglomeration does not directly deal with all of its subsidiaries. They're using a 'full self' system'."

"Kira ! Just prepare what I ask, we'll see. Can I still do miracles ?"

"Yes, Mom !" rani replied, her eyes staring back at my forehead, forcing me to pinch her waist from behind the table.

"Aww !" jeremy Rani.

All eyes were on him, I pretended I didn't know. Makes her shy but happy. Embarrassed by his talk, but happy because I opened the line in the way I asked him to joke.

"Toward me to the hospital ! Now." whispered.