The Last Cliff's

Chapter 35's

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Late in the afternoon, Clarissa Mae stepped in slowly to get out of the hospital. His waist was tightly in Faizah's arms, it only took 2 more steps to reach the limousine door that had opened, welcoming them.

"Whose car, Ma'am ?" ask Clarissa Mae. He stopped his steps, looking at the long and luxurious car from front to back. From the color and subtle sound of the engine, Clarissa Mae knew that only the rich could afford to own the car, and Faizah was definitely not one of them.

"Car my friend, Non ! Let's go in."

Clarissa Mae is still reluctant to step up, she is still considering using a taxi to return to her office. But how can he call a taxi, while his phone just left at his desk.

"We'll just call a taxi, how ?"

"Don't, Non ! Distant journey. Your condition is also still limp like this, I beg you ! Let me return your kindness once."

Clarissa kept quiet for a moment, thinking harder to find a middle ground. On the one hand he did not want to make a woman who was like her own mother was disappointed because of her rejection. But on the other hand he still had to immerse himself in his work, because only then could he slightly ease the pain in his heart from seeing his lover kiss the lips of another woman.

"I don't want to mess with your personal life, Non ! but I also won't let you suffer from prolonged pain. Then allow me to take care of you at my friend's house. That's my only request, please be granted yes, Non !" faizah's voice sounded sincere and sincere, hoping that Clarissa Mae would be invited to go home to her friend.

Finally grew a smile on Clarissa Mae's lips, and she fell on Faizah's persuasion. They also entered the luxury car.

"Please come in, Clarissa boy !" karen Rodmeyer's friendly voice greeted her. The woman was waiting in the car.

Feeling unfamiliar with the female figure that had been waiting for her, Clarissa Mae almost undoes her intentions, momentarily pecking with her body lowered.

"I'm Karen. His High School friend Faizah."

She didn't talk enough, but her hand touched Clarissa Mae's forehead. "Faizah's right, son ! You really need to rest. It's still feverish. Coincidentally the room in my house is still empty, it seems suitable to take care of you until you recover. Want to, yeah ?"

The sentence was uttered by Karen Rodmeyer sincerely, then ended with an ihlas smile. Makes Clarissa Mae feel comfortable.

"So troublesome a lot of ora-"

"Neither, my son ! Faizah was my best friend, the main besprend, so there was no troublesome term between us. Moreover, the condition of Nak Clarissa is indeed being treated, so do not bother." interrupted Karen Rodmeyer. All of her words made Clarissa Mae even more comfortable.

After preparing the pillow, "create here, son !" Karen Rodmeyer smiled with relief, the scenario has gone well. Then the more perfect with the entry of Faizah from the other door, the woman smiled no less relieved.

"Sleep, Son ! Mama will wake up when she gets home." whispered Karen Rodmeyer, then covered her words with a soft caress on Clarissa Mae's head, making the beautiful virgin feel being caressed by her own mother.

***

'KNOW YOURSELF, KNOW YOUR ENEMY, KNOW YOUR BATTLEFIELD, 1000 WARS, 1000 VICTORIES.' (Sun Tzu-sang god of war).

150 Meters away from the magnificent mansion of conglomerate Jack Rodmeyer, keeping the car safe from the eyes of the family guards and bodyguards. A position that is considered ideal enough for a reconnaissance action.

"By taking our pendant means you've flown the war flag to me, Songong !" whispered in the heart of Arvine Dowson, his slightly bruised jaw slowly hardened, accompanied by the sound of grinding molars clashing against each other. "Give me back that locket or this demon inside me will punish you" he continued.

Two male cats will fight each other if the water is small sign of his territory urinated by another male cat. Two male tigers will fight each other if the territory of the herd hunting disturbed by other males. As well as Arvine Dowson, he will fight against anyone who has disturbed the symbol of his territory. For him, the pendant he made for Shanique Miller was a symbol of his territory, there can only be one male in the heart of his first love, namely himself.

The presence of Edward Rodmeyer in the life of Shanique Miller is a threat to Arvine Dowson. Especially to rob the symbol of his love, war is the only way.

Of any class, of any strata of social life, a man is still an animal ! Who sometimes become wild and savage when his territory is disturbed by other men. The end of a battle on the field is a reality that must be faced. Can pat the chest because of winning, can cry shame because of losing, not infrequently even die drenched in blood because stubborn.

After waiting with a manyun face for almost an hour, Arvine Dowson's lips began to smile. His eyes stared intently at the white-colored sedan car that was entering the gate. The car then stopped at a parking area for guests. The corn-haired figure descended in haste.

'Eyepiece' a handheld telescope immediately stuck to Arvine Dowson's eye, then the lens was set to get the desired focus.

"Helena Krysnowack, ex-wife of the songong" Arvine Dowson told himself as the corn-haired figure entered the side door. "Not a special guest, because he entered the wrong door ! But he still has an interest in the family." he continued.

After drinking a small bottle of mineral water, Arvine Dowson's face smiled again. Black softop model Rover car entered the gate, directly welcomed two people in household assistant uniform.

"Hm ... The big boss ! Jack Rodmeyer." again, Arvine Dowson whispered to himself. "He must be bald ! Because on top of his head it was a wig. People like them always need masks,”

Arvine Dowson's facial expression suddenly changed, the tip of his lips pulled wider, almost revealing a row of teeth. His telescope captured a Jack Rodmeyer style that lowered the view when he passed the two housekeepers. " Hmmm ... Turns out you're a good man who failed to pass on your kindness to your son." Admired at once.

"May this war not force me to hurt your heart, Jack !"

There was bitter gurat in that sigh. Closing her eyes, Arvine Dowson placed the telescope on the car's dustboard and raised her face. I hope God will accept that as prayer. He doesn't want to hurt anyone but his enemy.

When the pitch-black limousine entered the gate, Arvine Dowson stuttered. He hastily installed a 'eyepiece' telescope into his eyes. He really did not want to lose the slightest bit of information about the background of his enemy's life.

The limousine stopped right in front of the main door, just minutes after Jack Rodmeyer passed it. Two women in housekeeping uniforms greeted him, opened the door and bowed in greeting.

A woman in fashionable artist-style clothes came out from the left side. "Hmm ... the mother, Karen Rodmeyer." Arvine Dowson concluded inwardly. "And who are you, the hijab-wearing ? Why do I look like I've seen your face ?" whisper in the wind.

As the telescope was almost focusing on the face of the hijab-wearing figure, inexplicably the holder suddenly pulled it back. He pointed it back to the left side, where a man with long, straight black hair tied back suddenly mastered it. Tosca color blazer, long cloth pants of the same color, those shoes ! should have belonged ....

"RISSA !?" squeak Arvine Dowson. It was all he could scream, then his mouth was locked, his heart was silent, his brain was muddled. Only her eyes did not stop dancing, following each step and the smile of Clarissa Mae. His eyes are not self-knowing, continue to dance and dance, entertaining his longing when it should be sliced by the fact that the lover is in the grasp of the enemy.

As it turns out, longing is still a level higher than hatred.