The Last Cliff's

Chapter 33

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"You're only here on business, Rissa ! To make money !! Focus ... focus .. focus .. and focus, to make money." cried Clarissa Mae.

On his desk had piled up documents to study. From daily journals, weekly journals, income balance sheets, balance sheets, to the annual financial statements of his company scattered before him.

His eyes were fixed on each column in the documents, while his hands seemed to tremble. Occasionally rubbed temples to the back of his wonder that is not wet at all, dry not sweat.

"Sir, this number is already 'fix' ? Can't be dropped again ?" suddenly his voice sounded. Rarely does Clarissa Mae's voice sound like that, usually always firm.

Poetri Maharani was a little surprised, the private secretary who was also a personal assistant to Clarissa Mae was immediately approaching. His eyes were fixed on the trembling of his boss' fingers.

"Jakarta is not up to this time, Ma'am ! Ehms .. ehms .. ehms ..." the voice tried to be arranged by beating at the end of the sentence, Clarissa Mae realized her voice sounded sober. He also knew what caused the thickening of the vocal cords in his throat.

"Rani !?" gently rebuke it, because if it is hardened just a little more then the sound will break and may sound like a crying sound.

"Yes, Mom !"

Poetri Maharani's lips were indeed chimed in, but his eyes were still attached to his boss' fingers. It was as if the bite in the fingers was more important than the question he had to answer.

"Look over here, Ma'am !" clarissa Mae. His index finger leads to one column in the income statement.

"Advanced assembly costs huh, ma'am ?"

That time the eyes of Poetri Maharani switched to the designated column. It was used by Clarissa Mae to tuck her fingers under the table, trying to hide the jubilation all over her body.

"Heem."

Instead of directly focusing on the designated column, the eyes of Poetri Maharani actually returned to look for the hand of his boss. Since it was no longer there, then the look in his eyes rose onto the face of his boss.

"Mrs Clarissa is sick ?" he asked when he found his boss' lips were pale and slightly shivering. Then the sense of worry soon overwhelms his inner self.

"Father, it's this ordinary ! Little jovial. It'll soon be gone."

On the basis of pity, Poetri Maharani walked up to his boss' seat. Then touched the boss's forehead.

"I'm sorry for my indecision, but it looks like Ms. Clarissa has to get some treatment. Because it's not just a fever, it's a fever, ma'am !"

"Father, Rani ! Ak-"

"Mrs Clarissa is alone in this town. No relatives, no friends. It's just me, isn't it, Mom ?" between Poetri Maharani, his hand slowly stretched out toward Clarissa Mae's shoulder, pulled slowly, then the two hands of women of the same age clasped each other. "We have to go to the hospital, ma'am !"

"I'm gapapa, Rani !"

Slowly but surely, Poetri Maharani's eyes began to glaze over. For two days he had seen his boss immersing himself in unimportant documents, reading all the real old files just to escape the feeling of his broken heart being scattered.

"When do you want to, Mom ? It's been two days Miss Clarissa's been like this. Not good for Mom and our company. Please follow my will just this once ! We're on medication, ma'am !" persuaded Poetri Maharani, he knew that Clarissa Mae was languishing because of love, something she had once felt as well. The wound was indeed invisible, but the pain grieved anyone's heart.

Clarissa Mae's heart finally melted, she said, slowly lifting her waist from the chair to dissolve in the arms of Poetri Maharani. They walked to the exit.

"Mrs Clarissa definitely can't sleep in these two days !"

"Sleep ko !"

"Don't lie, Mom ! Sin, you know what ?"

"Sokay know you, Ran !"

"I've also seen people I love kissing other girls. My reaction was the same as my mother. Can't sleep, crying. It just breaks this world. But I still have a family, my father and mother tried to comfort me. They helped me to get out of the heartache of being betrayed ... "

Their conversation continued to the end of the office door. Before the end :

"Wait, Ran ! We stopped for a while." It seemed to be the last sentence that Clarissa Mae's pale lips could say, her eyes were misty, her world was spinning too fast, her ears were buzzing, until finally the muscles in all her joints were not powered up.

Clarissa Mae's body slumped slowly, then it was rumpled lying on the side of her personal assistant's leg.

"MOTHER CLARISSA !" The screams blared, attracting the attention of everyone on the first floor of the office. As if calling them to help immediately.

Some men seemed to run straight over, their faces looking slurred.

Poetri Maharani panicked and immediately hugged the limp body of Clarissa Mae, her breathing was slow and her pulse was barely palpable.

"Thank you for my car !" the Poetri Maharani. His breathing was stingy because his chest was being wracked nervously.

Without any effort, a petty man raised Clarissa Mae's body. Take him to the parking area.

"That car, sir !"

"Gabisa, Ma'am ! That car ain't gonna get out."

"Oh my God, Mom ! How is this ?" moaning Poetri Maharani at the beginning of his despair.

"Non Clarissa !?" exclaimed a parobaya woman from a car that was about to enter the parking area, her eyes sharply observed the figure of Clarissa Mae who was limp in the sling of a man.

The woman immediately got out of her car, her hijab was left in disarray in a hurry to run closer to Clarissa Mae. Shortly after, another woman came out from a different side. He walks more calmly.

"Karen ! This is her son." shouted the hijab-wearing woman towards her friend.

"Bring here, sir ! Just get in my car." reply the woman named Karen. At first glance his eyes glanced at Clarissa Mae's face, like he was trying to erase the curiosity.

As per Karen's instructions, the man ended up putting Clarissa Mae's body on the middle bench, a bench that was more like a bed, and only in a limousine type car.

"Sorry, Mom ! I have to come, that's my boss." whispered Poetri Maharani.

"Yes, you ride in front, same driver ! gapapa, right ?"

"Father, Ma'am !"

Poetri Maharani immediately entered the car and threw the door, followed by Karen and the hijab woman from a different door. The long limousine then drove at high speed.

"Why are you, Non ?" sigh of the hijab woman. From the nervousness in his hands impressed the woman was very worried. Even his lips often mention the name of his Lord when a number of prayers are being offered for the good of Clarissa Mae.

Karen observes Clarissa Mae, the woman literally 'naked' a body that was rolled unconscious before her from end to end with a probing look. I don't know what to look for.

"Sorry, Mom ! Do you know Clarissa's mom ?" Poetri Maharani ventured to ask the hijab-looking woman in shock.

"Yes, kid ! Non Clarissa I've considered my own son."

"I'm Rani, Mom ! I work for Ms. Clarissa as her personal secretary."

"I'm Faizah, Son ! And this is Karen-"

"Karen Rodmeyer !" between the fashionable women without looking into the face of Poetri Maharani. Her eyes looked at Clarissa Mae's body.

Poetri Maharani was surprised, his blood was soaked when Rodmeyer's name bounced in his eardrum. That name sounds scary.

Not too long ago, the limousine had reached the international hospital, stopping right on its terrace. Several nurses have welcomed her with a stroller, then deftly brought the unconscious body of Clarissa Mae to the Emergency Installation.

Poetri Maharani and Faizah look like they are being shaken, they imagine all the possible worst-case scenarios from his Lord for Clarissa Mae.

"That boy has never been happy, Ren ! I've known him since he was SMU." kesah Faizah.

"Papa and her mother died too soon, forcing her thin body to struggle to raise her sister alone. Oh my God ! Have pity on non Clarissa." he continued with a face up, and then clear circles began to drip from both corners of his old eyes.

"God has sent great doctors to this hospital to save the boy, Zah ! She'll be fine." said Karen Rodmeyer, hugging her best friend's body.

Poetri Maharani can only keep all his prayers in silence, hoping God can understand his waiting who is desperately wanting his boss to survive. His eyes were straight ahead, not daring for a second to glance at Karen Rodmeyer's face. Social status makes him inferior.

"Mother Karen ?" a doctor suddenly greeted from the side. Karen Rodmeyer was a little surprised. But after a few seconds, he smiled broadly.

"Young ... Doctor Alvin !? How come it's back, when is it back from Germany ?"

"Last month, Mom !" answer the doctor. A bowing gesture then kissing Karen Rodmeyer's hand illustrates how powerful the woman's influence is. "Come, Ma ! We're meeting Mom's daughter-in-law's candidate."

"Huh ! My daughter-in-law ?" Karen Rodmeyer was shocked to hear the words of Dr. Alvin.

"Hehehehe .. Yes, Ma'am ! I used to see Eddy take the girl to eat ma-"

"Which woman, Doc !?" by Karen Rodmeyer. His heart began to suspect.

"The patient I just brought ... My wife's time !? Haha."

"Lho, Zah !?!? do they know each other ?"

A question that could only be answered by shrugging by Faizah.

After finishing her laugh, "of course, Mom ! Soon the media must have loaded the news .. that night a lot of paparazzi were aiming cameras at them." doctor Alvin gave certainty.

They stepped behind Dr. Alvin, into the room where Clarissa Mae was seen sitting on the bed. Shortly before they entered the room,

"Zah, here for a second !" whispered Karen Rodmeyer. Inviting Faizah to stop the move. "We'll take the boy home. Surprise for Eddy, how ?"

"Yes if he wants to ! What if it's not ?" faizah whispered back, but there was a sudden smile on her lips.

"Yes you woo dong, Zah !" that time Karen Rodmeyer also let go of a smile. The two women smile at each other, there is a scenario they want to build for Clarissa Mae's life.