The Last Cliff's

Chapter 43's

"Good day, Ma'am ! My name is Clarissa. I'm here to pay off the bill on behalf of Mr. Arvine Dowson."

"Please wait a minute, Mom ! I'll check the recap." replied a young woman guarding the teller table. For a moment he looked at the face of Clarissa Mae, like wanting to make sure that the woman who was sitting in front of him had no evil intentions.

Pick me up at the hospital √√

Which hospital ? Rani's.

Vinnie place treated √√

Why go there again ? Rani's.

Kepo Lo ! Buruan is coming ! √√

"It looks like the bill has already been paid in full, ma'am ! His discharge was made 3 days ago when he left this hospital."

"Oh yeah !?" clarissa Mae lifts her sunglasses, flicks her bangs. Open yourself to being judged.

I'll wait another 15 minutes ! √√

Then he smiled. Ease the suspicions of the teller's female desk guard.

30 Minutes, Mom ! Rani's.

"May I have the print out hit repayment ? Ordinary, Ma'am ! Office Administration Claim."

20 Minutes !! On time. √√

Chatt.

"Please wait a minute. I printed it first, Mom."

As usual, those squinty eyes worked perfectly. Convincing anyone who saw her, as if opening the veil in her blemishless heart. Although they actually sometimes cheat.

"Here, Ma !" a piece of paper was poked in front of him. An important piece of data has been obtained, data about the address of the person who had made him super uneasy since morning. Vinnie's last address.

After storing the fuck into her handbag, "impress, Ma'am ! I beg myself. Good day." Clarissa Mae left her seat to be occupied by another mediator.

Then the wind became convicted, dust became a suspect, even the blue sky was suddenly charged. All nature becomes a patient who must be punished for the work of Poetri Maharani which is not even late from the promised time. Skinny legs that often trace the floor, as if the earth must be joined to feel the rest.

As the silvery car was about to enter the gate, Clarissa Mae ran over. To stop him from turning back.

"For a long time, Yes !" his voice was tight, his heart was still too wild. So that the car door slammed late.

Poetri Maharani tries to stay calm, trying to understand the situation slowly. Letting his boss do as he pleases. In his mind, the boss is indeed being hammered, his brain is stirring as a pickle martabak.

Any noise that comes out of Clarissa Mae's lips does not make her dizzy, allowed to flow straight from the left ear and then out of the right ear. Not a single touch in his brain. Importantly, his foot stepped on the gas pedal for his car to run.

Whether it has run out how many thousands of vocabulary, finally Clarissa Mae silenced. Give room to Poetri Maharani to ask. "Where are we going, ma'am ?" there was a smile on the corner of his lips.

"It's !" struck from hospital proffered.

"Struck what's wrong ?"

"Not the fuck ! But read the address." Clarissa Mae's voice began to rise by 2 octaves. Forcing Poetri Maharani to shut up, only his eyes danced, reading the address listed in the strike.

"Owh ... Chest !" he said after knowing that the intended address was Arvine Dowson address.

"To the chest, uh ?"

Poetri Maharani almost opened her mouth to explain, but after glancing at Clarissa Mae's face, she undoes her intentions. The face was too stiff to carry around jokingly, even more like a nearly step person.

Clarissa Mae's lips. Silence is not moving. His gaze swept through the streets unblinkingly, straight ahead. Trance ? No, Poetri Maharani knows that it is the expression of his boss when he is super upset. It was common for him, poultice out of his head.

"Uupps !" hiss Poetri Maharani, his feet moved deftly, moved to the brake pedal and stepped on it twice. Then forced to lock with brake hand. Pulling his wheels, forcing him to stop suddenly. The seat belt works optimally, maintaining the sitting position of both wearers.

"Damn !"

Four cars came out of the alley at high speed, as if the road belonged to his own great-grandmother. After being convinced that everything was safe, Poetri Maharani drove his car slowly, entering the same alley.

"Bak, stop Ma'am !" sergeant of a young man. Trying to stop the car by way of a bar-bar.

Shortly before being knocked down, Poetri Maharani stopped his car. Then open the window. "What's up, Cak ?"

"Get in ae, Ma'am ! The guy in there needs help."

Hundreds of people crowded around, blocking the view. Covering a face covered with bruises from the glare of Clarissa Mae's eyes. Despite trying to find reproach, the narrowed eye was unable to walk.

"This is the address, ma'am. Mr. Dowson lives here." whispering but crashing in his conscious veins.

"FUCKING !!"

Clarissa Mae was like a roar, shouting that name before she even opened the door. Catch the crowd with a questionable look. Then ran over, splitting the waists of the men who were blocking his way. Tilting the back that previously stretched.

"Rissa ..." maybe that's what she wanted to say, but everything was too dim, and her lips couldn't. Arvine Dowson is back to sleep. Bruising from the blunt force had filled his face and body. And that blood melt, scares anyone.

Two men seemed silent. Welcomed Clarissa Mae with an unreadable look. Their hands were holding Arvine Dowson's arms. Blaming yourself for shame and failure.

Everything has happened. His premonition was right but it was too late. The war had begun a few minutes earlier. It can't be prevented, and it certainly can't be ended. All will flow according to his words, weeping for weeping, sorrow for sorrow, blood for blood, and life for life.

Clarissa Mae could only rub her male hair, lying on her lap with half-breath. Surprised but smiling. Perhaps dreaming about the southeast sky, the sky belongs to both. In his secretary's simple car.

"Kertaj*ya, Ran !"

The name of the apartment is called to be the purpose of their trip. To be the place where Clarissa Mae wants to start her devotion, looking after and caring for her lover. Become a victim of war in his own way.

"Have you made a reservation, ma'am ?"

Almost his lips answered, but he was taken off. Because he didn't want his secretary to know too much about his privacy. Only he and Arvine Dowson can know where they are, others should not. All this was done to reduce the damage caused by the anger of Edward Rodmeyer.

"Ran ! Let's just say you never knew Vinnie's whereabouts. Take us in while blinding our eyes. Please !"

"Yes, Mom !"

That time it was the turn of Poetri Maharani who was then attacked with horror. His boss is asking for a commitment to be a friend. Asking him for protection as an ally, entrusting his man's safety. By whose threat ? Poetri Maharani began to think.

Their car has arrived, two men putty welcome body fainting Arvine Dowson then disappeared somewhere. They were hired men, from an internal security agency of Clarissa Mae's company. They're used to working in stealthy ways.

"Remember, Ran ! You never came here, understand ?"

His gaze was very serious. There was even a threatening impression. Removing the impression that the eye boils down to a weak heart. "Now, go home ! Thanks."

Poetri Maharani did not answer, he ran his car back to the office. Don't want to get involved in any business that might disturb his sleep.

***

The door of the apartment was opened thin, thin as a flat body Clarissa Mae that was like slipping between the frame and the door leaf. Then the meeting closes back, locked.

There was nothing in it, only Arvine Dowson's body was knocked unconscious on the bed. The apartment looked more like a hall, without the presence of large furniture. But the owner was very happy, almost even with tears.

There was a time when the lips hurt her, while kissing the lips of another woman in front of her eyes. There was a time when the chest burned her soul, when it tightly held the body of another woman at the end of her nose. More than that, there was an apology door that began to open a little, although not perfect, but his eyes had been greedy to touch.