The Last Cliff's

Chaptre 42.

" ... I just want advice, Gaez ! If you want to buy an automotive product, whether it's a car or a motorcycle, then do not just focus on the volume of the cylinder atawa ccnya doang ! Also notice how much energy the conversion is ! That's really important, Gaez. Look for a car that compares its cc with its 'horse power' balanced ! Then gaez will get the type of car that is economical BBM but kenceeeeng really ! That's advice from me today .. I, Arvine Dowson, have a nice weekend ... EUREKA !!"

"Cut !" shouted Nickolaus Welas. Marking the end of the video capture session, "mantaaab ! I hope this is a good start."

"Aemieen !"

The voice sounded optimistic despite a unique grin on his face, bruises on both knees Arvine Dowson became the cause of that unique smile, a forced smile while enduring pain. A pair of 'armpit crutches' were placed on the side of the sofa, the walker was the only option he could use to support his activities.

From a humble garage owned by Billy Williams, Arvine Dowson tried to greet his subscribers again. A very minor start. With a camera and laptop, he wants to remain on yout*be, hoping for the generosity of his followers to reach the rupiah.

If previously he seemed perfect with death-defying actions with a blend of motion picture by the creative team, then at that time he only appeared perfunctory. Without the support of a creative team or studio lab, Arvine Dowson looks nothing more than you*amateuran.

And the container, yes ... God ! Very embarrassing ... AUTOMOTIVE !! not at all capital, impressed only sell old popularity.

"Bill, you can edit, can't you ?" tanyanya accompanied by a sigh of resignation. Sloped legs on the sofa, his knees can not be bent, his bow does not fit in his pants, forced to glove brand atl*s.

"Editing !? Hahahaha ..Maling I'm good ! If editing I zero ! But relax, Bro ! Neighbors next door there are students majoring in informatics, semester 3. Maybe he can help. That kid's a big fan of yours."

Nickolaus Welas who had been beguiled by the style of speech Billy Williams rebellious ngak. "Semester 3 was just taught pascal ! Nothing yet, Bill !" he said in between his laughter.

"We're looking for the good guy what's free ?"

"Free but good, Bill ! If anyone wants to be a sponsor." proposed Nickolaus Welas. The laughter is not over.

"There's only one that's that great, Nick ! Her name is Rara, so miss her."

The sentence was flat and almost unthinkable by Billy Willims, the name Raquella Mae just slid from her mouth and stabbed Arvine Dowson right in the reed. They were separated since the end of the Rinjani mission, it had been more than a month.

"How are you, Ra ?"

Ask only in the heart, not even spoken in diction. But his breath hinted at worry. Then with a little hesitation, Arvine Dowson grabbed his Gadged, looking for the name 'Rara' in his contact icon.

Are you sure you want to contact Rara ? At a time when your defensive line is in such a mess, can you still hold off one more attacker ? Remember ! He's an opportunist striker. That thought drove Arvine Dowson back, almost to his feet.

The rumbling sound of the car exhaust suddenly sounded. 1 ... 2 ... 3 and oh 4 cars enter the yard of the house. Parked recklessly not necessarily the end. Then no less than 20 large-bodied people appeared to descend. Uniformed blue-blue. Moving in unison near the garage door.

"PROBLEM !"

Nickolaus Welas glanced at Billy Williams, looked at his hand, clenched. His neck was relaxed, like he was warming up. And the most convincing is the style of raising his eyebrows and exhaling a little breath towards his own face. A ritual by Billy 'the trouble' Williams to fight.

"Lo, Bang ! Stay here."

"Eureka !" whispered. Then with Billy Williams's upright steps, Nickolaus Welas stood in the middle of the garage door. The two stared indifferently towards the front, the direction where the hordes of rioters were coming in carried a threat.

"Who's Arvine Dowson ?"

"I'm !" answer Nickolaus Welas and Billy Williams at the same time. "And who wants to die first?" nickolaus Welas. His nose was no longer up and down, his eyes were not blinking.

"Death can come at any time ! Isn't faster usually better ?" Billy Williams continued Nickolaus Welas' speech with a more convincing voice, flat and almost without pressure, as cold as the smile of the angel of death.

"2 people are bluffing 23 heroes ? A good way to kill yourself."

Two people stepped forward, like they wanted to test their guts.

"SREEET ..." then ... "Well !"

Two blades of assault knives slid out of Billy Williams' hand, on target ! Plunged a hole in the thighs of the two heroes. They screamed and then fell to their feet. Then whimper like a baby.

The first blood has spilled, two at a time. The smell of the carnation stung Nickolaus Welas. Then began to dance, voicing the battle harmonies typical of Papuan children. Screaming then grunting. It's a never-ending hostility. Indigenous children of Papua, die one thousand grow, serving blood as a vengeful treat without end.

***

" ... surround those two wolves !"

"We have to fight as a unit, our backs don't let loose for too long."

"Okay, Brother ! We attack the one in the middle."

Then the two men lunged, swinging their weapons as fast as lightning. Leaving the howls of death to those who were beheaded. Blood started to soak up the barren land, scuffles by inch slowly reddening.

The clanking of the voice of the samurai clashing increasingly echoed, the champ shouted the heroes did not make the courage of the two. They fought blindly, exerting all the swordsmanship they had with all their desperation. For brotherhood, for justice, for independence .. eureka !

"Awaas kawaaaan !"

But late. An arrow has pierced the chest ....

"Bleeb" moved chanel.

" ... Brother ! The addition of new cases continues, today there have been 3,734 positive people covid 19. That means there has been a surge of 17 % ...."

"Simple !" the television turned off, then his eyes squinted. Like wanting to fall asleep immediately but drowsiness has not yet alight in the eyeballs of Clarissa Mae. Occasionally it seemed that he was smothering his own chest, enduring the agitation that suddenly enveloped his heart. His beats were irregular, making his breathing a little heavy. "What is this !?" whispers in his heart.

feeling his heart pounding even louder, even as if he was about to hint at a disaster under his sky. Slowly become agitated.

"Vinnie !?"

I don't know why the name was revealed, not when I was asleep. Perhaps a premonition was controlling his lips, bringing with it restlessness beyond his senses. Makes it the perfect excuse to call the guy.

His fingers shivered grasping the cellphone, pressing the keyboard more agitated. But ....

"Tok .. tok .. tok .. "the sound of the door shocked him, adding to his heart's pounding. "Non !? Non Clarissa .. eat first, Non !"

"Yes, Mom ! A moment."

Faizah had stood at the door. His hand was carrying a small tray of food for the dinner of Clarissa Mae. The woman actually held her sayings, cared for and served Clarissa Mae's entire needs during their stay in the Rodmeyer family mansion.

"I want to talk to you both, secret !"

"Secretty aside, ma'am ?"

After placing the tray on the nightstand, Faizah hurriedly closed the door of the room that was deliberately left open. Then he sat on the lip of the bed. Look at Clarissa Mae from head to toe. Then hold his hand.

"I want to say goodbye, Non ! I will have to go back to Jakarta later in the afternoon. Even though I'm not in this house anymore, I hope that Non Clarissa will stay here."

"Sorry, Mom. I stay here out of respect for Mother's sincerity, if Bu Faizah leaves then I will also leave this house. Jack and Aunt Karen are strangers to me."

"How are you related to Eddy ?"

"I'm here on business, ma'am. For work. So my relationship with Eddy was limited to a working relationship. Or at the most distant friend."

There was a gurgle of disappointment on Faizah's face, deep in her heart wishing that their relationship was more than what she had just heard. But the so-called soul mate cannot be forced.

"To be part of this family is an honor for me. But sorry, Mom ! Without wanting to diminish that respect, allow me to choose a husband who will guide my children."

Hard, although it sounds foreign. Clarissa Mae insists on voting, refuses to be chosen, then forgets the phone in her hands, IRONICALLY.