The Last Cliff's

Chapter 38's

Arvine Dowson's knees are both blue. The pain made him only able to squeeze while chopping lips. The swearing and swearing of the sepulchre had been scattered in the sky, all airing for Edward Rodmeyer.

Suddenly his eyes were pushy, staring at the ambulance that came suddenly, without sirens but directly overriding the park, stopping in just two feet from the tip of Arvine Dowson.

Two men descended from the back door, one carrying a portable defibrillator and the other lowering a stretcher. They move very nimble. And the purple-purple uniforms they wore, gave Arvine Dowson reassurance that they were medical staff from a private hospital.

Two people who came down from the front door of the ambulance actually made Arvine Dowson confused. They look criminal complete with tattoos on the arms to the chest.

Two rough hands dipped his collar, two other hands raised the toe of his wet jeans.

"Auww.." - Erang Arvine Dowson, the bruised knee that he could not move was pulled and lifted blindly. Leaving the pain to the end of her hair. Then like throwing a cigarette box, the two criminal-looking men threw Arvine Dowson's body over the bush. The boundary between the garden and the edge of the pool.

"Brugh." then Arvine Dowson's body was only able to roll a little. His knee had been completely paralyzed, leaving him only to be resigned when Shanique Miller's body was stretchered into an ambulance. His view is getting worse because of his regret. Arvine Dowson couldn't even say goodbye to his girlfriend's corpse for the last time.

He succumbed to something he never acknowledged existed, broke down, then fainted on top of a thorny bush.

***

"Eddy, let's get down !"

The call that accompanied the knotty smile at the end of the sentence made Edward Rodmeyer powerless to refuse. The owner of the smile slowly began to disturb his forehead. Especially when seasoned with all the stories that come out of the lips of Faizah.

"Ehmm ... What, yeah ?" there is little doubt in the mind of Edward Rodmeyer, the office of Clarissa Mae considered too trivial, something that is not fitting to accept the grandeur of his figure. "Edward Rodmeyer visits the counter-office ? Well ... for Sean's sake !" he resolved to come down with the risk of becoming a spectacle of teri-class human eyes.

As he understood what was stored in the mind of Edward Rodmeyer, Clarissa Mae decided to give up.

"Jas ! You're in the car. But wait a minute, I'm gonna need a file for the RSC."

There was a breath of relief on Edward Rodmeyer's chest, he didn't have to get out of his car. Similar to the feeling of a snail who refused to come out of its shell.

He finally chose to look at Clarissa Mae's hip from behind. Watching the two skinny legs of the woman rush through the door. The sudden sight made his eyes slash, "useless man !" he complained to himself.

Edward Rodmeyer decided to get out of the car. And of course then became the subject of the spectacle of almost all employees Clarissa Mae. Even though their eyes stared in awe at him, it still felt demeaning, their eyes were eyes that only deserved to see the siomayer.

His personal driver was surprised by his boss' decision. Saw Edward Rodmeyer as a halu figure leaning on the end of the front hood of his car.

"Where's the proposal, Ma'am ?"

Clarissa Mae who was suddenly in front of him made the Empress Poetry wide. Staring into his boss' eyes for a moment then looking outwards.

"Who is it, ma'am ?"

"Friends."

"What friends are 'friends' ?"

"Gawur you, Ran ! Look carefully, it's Edward Rodmeyer. Prospective ruler 'The Rodmeyer's'."

"Wow ... handsome the hell !" the eyes of Poetri Maharani were momentarily glued to the figure of a dashing man leaning against the car, "But horrified !" continued seraya shudder.

"Where ?"

"Which one is it, ma'am ?"

"Yes, Mom !" a seductive smile emanated from the face of Poetri Maharani, deep in his heart was grateful to be able to see Clarissa Mae's face refreshed. "It's !" his hand thrust out the documents as requested, but his eyes stared fixedly at the gouge of his boss's eyes.

"What the hell, Ma'am ?" reply Clarissa Mae. A smile soon kept him back. Replacing it with a rogue flick, making Poetri Maharani more drunk because of kepo.

The coco then breed became curious when Clarissa Mae turned her back, then walked over to Edward Rodmeyer. He read Clarissa Mae's steps, even the trembling of his boss's hands investigated, looking for evidence of his concern. 'A charming-looking man and a fragile woman are the beginning of an exploitation.' it is ingrained in the heart.

"Don't duck, Mom ! Don't take your eyes off the man's eyes." whispered Poetri Maharani to himself. "Yes, Mom ! Stay so ! Don't smile. Keep being the refrigerator in front of him." he continued getting excited.

"Well ! That's my Clarissa ma'am ... Hiyaohji ...." Poetri Maharani ended his monologue, there was a sense of relief within his chest. His boss is not in love with Edward Rodmeyer, the man's charm is bland !

"Mother Clarissa is a hebaaat ! Haha."

Hugs intercepted Clarissa Mae's step in the middle of the door. Welcomed him warmly. "Mom should stay like that ! Never fall in love with someone like him." continued Poetri Maharani while continuing to hug the body of his boss.

Then before the eyes of the male employees, Clarissa Mae returned the arms of Poetri Maharani. Feeling something strange with their embrace, the eyes of the men immediately turned away with a sliced swish.

"If I accept his love, what about ?" clarissa Mae asked as they took off their hugs.

"Ga may be !" cibir Poetri Maharani's.

"We're in a matchmaking period, Ran !"

Poetri Marani is silent, Clarissa Mae's confession reminds her of the past. His household indeed came from the matchmaking process, he understood very well how heavy the early days of his marriage were. She and her husband were united by good intentions, without the slightest bit of love involved.

"It's up to Mom. Because it was my mother who lived it all. You can also see my family as a consideration, because we're also going through the matchmaking process."

Clarissa Mae threw her gaze at the face of Poetri Maharani, observing the changing facial lines of the woman who accompanied her walking towards her room more thoroughly. Finding her assistant's face stable and her eyes free, Clarissa Mae concludes that Poetri Maharani is an example of a happy woman living a household life.

For a moment their conversation paused, Clarissa Mae tried to tidy up her desk again. Of course immediately assisted by Poetri Maharani.

"According to my vision, you're happy, Ran ! Your kids are healthy too, your husband is fine too" Clarissa Mae said as her hand grabbed the last slit on her desk.

"Maybe all eyes will see me like that. Because I did that. We will look like what we want to show, because other people can only see the mask we are wearing. They cannot see the depths of a woman's heart. Remember the tablets, Mom ! Our heart is like water, it can change in all forms and forms, it can even evaporate and then disappear with the heat of its rays of hatred."

Hearing that explanation, Clarissa Mae's chest became slightly tight. In his eyes, Edward Rodmeyer's heart was hurting, just like his. What's wrong with trying to live the matchmaking a little deeper. Maybe it can lighten each other up a little.

"I will be honest with Mom about how I feel" continued Poetri Maharani. He closed the door of the room, then stood staring at the window glass.

"After all the disappointments that plagued my heart in a row, I finally decided to give up ! I no longer want to be happy with my own feelings. I tuck my happiness into the happiness of others."

Clarissa Mae approached, then held the shoulder of Poetri Maharani.

"I slipped it into my children's hearts, Mom ! I will be happy when they are happy. That's me, Mom."

Clarissa Mae's fingers wiped the water that began to drip from her assistant's eyes. He is learning to let go of all his desires, releasing a little ego that still often controls his heart. From the tears of Poetri Maharani, Clarissa Mae began to arrange her heart. In order for the wound due to the cupid arrow to heal immediately, so that his Vinnie no longer filled his breath.

"Mom Clarissa could have seen me as a comparison, but trust me, ma'am ! It took more than ihlas to go through all this."

Then Poetri Maharani smiled. Only he knew what that smile meant.