The Last Cliff's

Chapter 39's

I don't know what they have agreed, suddenly they exchanged HP. Clarissa Mae with a full glance was observing the photo inside the HP Poetri Maharani. While poetri Maharani began to get upset, because the boss' HP was only storing one photo file.

"If the contents are just like this, in the store also a lot, ma'am !" a circus just came out from the lips of Poetri Maharani. HP boss is almost like new, in the gallery icon there is only a photo, Clarissa Mae and her sister are hugging.

"Bought it in the store, Ran ! Hehehe."

"So I was told to see what ?"

"Look at HP !"

"HP kosongan gini !?" the tone of the Maharani Poetry rose a little, half an octave maybe. "Cheat !"

"Hahahaha .. Did you say that just exchange see HP ! yeah ... Just look at my HP." ledek Clarissa Mae. His eyes remained focused on the family photo of Poetri Maharani.

"Your faces look like ko. You must be a match." commented Clarissa Mae when she saw the resemblance between the secretary's face and the husband.

"No comment !"

"This photo who took this picture ? The angle of acquisition is good."

"Ghost of times, Ma'am !"

"Korean ghost huh, Ran ?"

Poetri Maharani did not answer the boss, because the HP in his grasp began to shake. There's a paggilan coming in.

"From whom, Ran !" clarissa Mae's voice sounded alarmed.

"Vinnie disposable red heart and fragrant wkwkwkwkwk .. lift ah !"

"DON'T RAN !" Shouted Clarissa Mae.

The reaction was predictable, making Poetri Maharani on the wind. He hit back at his boss in his own way. Reject the call and pretend to have received it.

"Good morning, Mr. Vinnie ...."

Clarissa Mae's face suddenly turned red. There was a streak of anger from the look in his eyes. Something very rarely shown to anyone.

"Sorry, Mom ! Joking, the call was already I-reject." said Poetri Maharani. His face was frightened, he felt guilty because his jokes had already passed.

Although the reality he received was only a prank, but his adrenaline still imprinted on the dead red face. No matter how great Clarissa Mae tried to keep the worry from her face, but the trembling in her fingers could not be stopped.

Poetri Maharani approaches, attaching his arm to Clarissa Mae's shoulder. Regretting at once concerned over the chaos in the heart of his boss.

"I'm sorry, ma'am" said Poetri Maharani as she placed Clarissa Mae's HP on the table. But the HP was back vibrating, there was an incoming call. Not from Arvine Dowson, but an unlisted number. Calmly Clarissa Mae picked him up.

"Yes, I'm alone." his face was flat.

"WHAT !!? WHERE IS HE NOW ?" his face suddenly fucked.

"I'm going there now. WAIT FOR ME !!" face confused.

"Rani, please take me to the hospital." Clarissa Mae's lips twitched. Then her ice hand pulled on her secretary's arm. "Hunter, Ran !" muddle.

***

The buildings retreated too slowly, other cars also like creeping backward. The windshield of the car is foggy, like there is a clear liquid that is enveloping the glass. Almost wiped, but it didn't. He knew that the water would not be lost even though it was wiped a thousand times, it might even overflow into tears.

"Patience, Mom ! A little more we'll be at the hospital."

The voice of Poetri Maharani made the pavement more reluctant to move, and the shadow of the trees as dead stood. Everything is getting more and more faint.

"Stop, Rani ! Keep moving."

The speed of the car was stopped, along with the stop of the buildings. Step aside slowly with a big question mark in the heart of the driver.

"We'll just turn around, go back to the office."

"But, Mom-"

"Mrs Clarissa will be very sorry if anything happens."

"But I'm afraid my anger will add to his pain."

The sentence was spoken with an almost empty look. And the sweat, wetting it from the boulder to the end of his hair. Then closed with a swing of his head, down, looking for the tip of his big toe.

Long they remained silent. The head of Poetri Maharani was busy looking for a middle way, while Clarissa Mae was busy withholding her tears. Ironically, when Arvine Dowson was whimpering to call her name, Clarissa Mae had trouble arranging her heart.

Suddenly the car moved, all four wheels scoured the asphalt of the road, as Clarissa Mae's nose began to clog.

"Ran !?" that voice is stinging.

"If Ms. Clarissa can't, then you better wait in the car. Let me just find out, what will happen in there." round the resolve Poetri Maharani. All this is done on the basis of friendship.

It took only 5 minutes, their car finally entered the parking area of a private hospital 'melati' class'.

"Mr Clarissa here first, I'll see Mr. Dowson. Whatever the outcome, I'll report immediately."

Nodding slowly, the sign approves, then back down. Clarissa Mae tries to keep understanding her unforgivable heart. Sorry that will be given must be sincere with sincerity, "Sorry, Vin ! Right now I can't forgive you." whispered in his heart.

Since the car door was snapped, his eyes have been squinting ever since. Then between the lashes, he started counting.

Every second the clock ticks, the blood flow in his heart rips. Drain the fret into his blood feathers. When the minute hand is creaky, fret it dribbles restlessly down his sanity. Like screaming, "Rani ... Why long ? What happened to my Vinnie ?" without sound. There are only tears.

A sudden whirlwind approached his car, small but carrying with it dust grains into space. Not until roaring, only the rustle of the leaves are proof of his presence, but able to lift the chin of Claissa Mae.

"Why did Vinnie choose to hurt me ? And I love him dearly." asked Clarissa to the whirlwind.

But the wind did not answer, he preferred to twist the dried acacia leaves. He catapulted her for a moment and then asked her to dance.

"WHY DID VINNIE CHOOSE TO HURT ME ? THOUGH MY LOVE IS SINCERE FOR HER, ANSWER !!" the scream was very loud. And cursing. It is as if to invoke God's promise that surrender and patience are the holdings that will strengthen it.

Then the wind was stunned, momentarily stopping dancing just to echo into Clarissa Mae's ears: "WHY DID YOU CHOOSE TO LEAVE HER ALONE ? EVERY LOVE NEEDS A STRUGGLE."

"only indulging in almighty will is the work of the weak man. No sin floats on the waves of destiny, nor is there any reward drifting in the swift flow of destiny. All need good intentions, to fix each other."

"Evil is not created to be hated, but to be understood as a mirror so that the self is not that bad."

"Hurt will not heal only with vengeance, but the air will be dismissed when it is said."

The dogmas of life she had heard from her mother soon flowed into Clarissa Mae's heart, strengthening her.

The whirlwind began to smile, then continued his dance at the peak of acacia. Sedkit enlivened nature that seemed to be sad.

"Mom !?" reprimanding Poetri Maharani who had suddenly sat by his side.

"How is he doing ?"

Poetri Maharani was stunned for a moment, like he could not believe what he heard. Clarissa Mae's voice sounded round and regained confidence, there was even a cold impression.

"Still fainted, Mom ! And right, Mr. Dowson called Ms. Clarissa's name."

"Jas ! We're back in the office. S e k a r a n g !"

"Ko ...?"

"He will learn. Men's nature is not to be spoiled. Suffering will forge him into a man who is as intimate as I am."

"But, Ma'am ?"

"What else, Ran ?"

"Mother Clarissa isn't afraid she'll lose him ?"

"As long as in his heart there's still my name, he'll 'go home' to me."

Poetri Maharani steps on the gas pedal of his car with a new conclusion about his boss, "the message has not sold yet ! The cold crumbles my freezer." but it's brave in my heart.