The Last Cliff's

Chapter 28's

Shanique Miller's chest was shaken, looking like it was floundering with a cramped neck. From his throat was heard: "GRGGHHHH" accompanied by his back spikes many times. images of his heart rate in the cardiograph were seen soaring and dived irregularly, and the sound "thiiiit .. thit .. thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit" slicing the inner eyes of the three students, even surprised Arvine Dowson who was suddenly awake from his sleep.

"KANI !!"

Arvine Dowson's screams further panic Fatimah Mahmud, the girl immediately hugged the body of Shanique Miller who seemed reluctant to stay, even when Arvine Dowson's chest embrace enshrouded his head, shanique Miller's body remains convulsed. Leaving a sigh in Farah Isuke's heart, making the Japanese girl act like a statue, standing tall and not knowing what to do. Cindi Latuconsina covered face to face with both knees, refusing to bear witness to how bad a stroke of fate had been on her mentor.

Behind his convulsing and floundering body, Sanique Miller's brain was actually boiling when his memory returned to the sheets of his childhood, though not intact and only in the form of fragmentary prowess.

"Don't speed, John ! It's the streets of the village." Suzana's voice was slow, reminding her husband to be more careful in driving their car.

Johny Miller glanced at Suzana's face, seeing that there was a feather of worry between his wife's breath.

"Johny, I feel like something's gonna happen to us. Something bad !" continued Suzana Miller. Her clasped hands firmly squeezed the hair of the little Shanique who was sitting in her lap.

"That's it, Ma ! Don't trust superstitions too much. We're chasing the flight schedule, if it's too late career-out-"

"JOHNY, AWAAASSSS !" Suzana screamed when her eyes saw an open truck suddenly appear from inside a small alley.

No longer had his foot to step on the brake pedal, Johny Miller's hand immediately threw the steering wheel, slamming it to the right. There was a sound "chrriiiiiit ..." from the fourth slip of the wheels of his car, Johny Miller was able to avoid a collision with a truck.

"OH ... MY GOOOOOOD !!!!" Suzana continued, when their car was no longer able to avoid an old onthel bike that was struggling with the driver, a man was talking to a boy like Shanique Miller.

The onthel driver was stranded, his head hit the asphalt of the road, and blood flooded his merchandise. The boy he was shaking was tethered to the front hood. The boy's eyes swooped sharply toward the little Shanique's eyes, telling him about his life, before the boy's body slumped to the right side of the car and rolled over the asphalt.

"VINNIIIIEH!" Shouted Shanique Miller, spitting out a hose attached to his mouth accompanied by a blood vomit clot.

Farah Isuke immediately jumped to the side of the wall, pressed the bell button to call the paramedics.

"Stop, John ! Look at them !!" suzana.

"They're why, Ma ?" shrill in little Shanique's voice, her eyes gouging across the street behind her. He found the boy helpless.

"Father Sha ! Here hugged Mama." Suzana's voice trembled, even her arms shivered when she grabbed the small Sanique's head.

Their car stopped too. From the rearview of his right side, Johny Miller glanced, then sighed deeply. Then it tracks the accelerator even deeper. Leaving the blood spilled by him at full speed. Escape from a sin that might forge karma.

Nothing is more important than a Johnny Miller political career, not humanity, not justice.

The long debate between her mom and dad throughout the rest of their journey about priorities and responsibilities became music to little Shanique's ears as her heart was hymns of pity and compassion.

For a moment Shanique Miller's body fell silent, his breathing rhymed again, the blood clots that spewed from his mouth began to melt, melting soaked his neck and chest. The brain inside his head was resting, no longer turbulent.

Arvine Dowson then peed his eyebrows, "I'm here baby. Just for you." with a shaky chest.

The doctor didn't come, even when Shanique Miller's brain was bubbling back up.

"Ga tau." replied Adinda Larasati.

"It's dead, my father said. A week ago." continued Alvaro Subagja.

Little Shanique Miller looked into Alvaro Subagja's eyes, "Why die ?" continued with a sad feeling.

"Cast car. We're on a long holiday."

"So much as we sell cookies in our school cafeteria, who ?"

Alvaro Subagja sees a little boy pedaling an onthel bike, "that, he ! Come follow him disturb him !"

Little Shanique Miller followed Alvaro Subagja's bead, then saw the same boy, the boy's head was being bandaged, was piggybacking his wares towards their place, probably going to their school cafeteria.

"Woy rasple ! Stop !!" yelled at some 5th graders.

The boy did not stop the pedaling of his bicycle, thinking of the curse as the wind.

But a wooden block threw at the front wheel of his bike, stopped him and fell. The plastic box where the cakes were stored was lying, scattering the contents to the dirty ground.

When the boy picked up and put the cake back in the box, a kick hit his back, making him fall down once more.

As if he had reached the limit of his patience, the boy then stood up straight. Then back hit the child who kicked him, a crushing blow that immediately overturned his opponent. Then became the beginning of an act of unworthiness, a braking by almost all the children in the school to a boy who sells cakes.

"VINNNNIE !" Shouted Shanique Miller, that time her scream sounded like howling, including tears. His body was again shaken violently, the legs of his bed were creaking.

Arvine Dowson held Shanique Miller's head, never taking off his sunglasses for a second. Even when a female doctor asked her to shift, she did not budge. Only his snort answered, a snort of anger.

The female doctor also chose to give in, inject morphine in the infusion tube and then kept quiet.

After the morphine worked, Shanique Miller's brain no longer boils, his tense face slackened, then changed into a smile.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Arvine Dowson took off his arms. Letting a hint of Shanique Miller's face spread a smile, as beautiful as it used to be, as beautiful as it was in her memory, "I'm here, baby ! For our love." whispered in the girl's ear.

"These are all the last processes needed by a patient to rise from a coma. This is the phase of returning all memories to her memory, may Miss Shasa make it through it." said the doctor expectantly, slowly approaching Arvine Dowson, then whispered: "Miss Shasa's life is only about you, Miss Shasa's life is about you, Mr Dowson ! Be careful with what you say, he can hear everything and definitely believe it. Never speak, if it is nothing but a dreadlocks ! Even if it's for a virtue.'

He who has whispered a thousand poems about love and longing, he who has given a dozen hopes in each decade, he only realized that what he had done during Shanique Miller's coma would ensnare him, bind them both in a bond of love that should be limited to history. Arvine Dowson is torn between regret and hope.

The shadow of Clarissa Mae's crying began to appear on the man's head. If Shanique Miller really can't live without her, then what will happen to Clarissa Mae ?

"Relisa ... I'm sorry." whispered in the inner recess of Arvine Dowson, a niche that should only have been built to be inhabited by Clarissa Mae and their children.