The Last Cliff's

Chapter 46's

The beach, that's always been the solace. Watching the waves and the gull dance. Scrutinize the sand, looking for historical crumbs before fossilizing. Like in his home, like his childhood.

Not far off Clarissa Mae, not tired of her legs. But dusk had almost docked, and the small hand of a fair-haired boy suddenly grabbed his fingers.

Why is it always a girl ? Maybe because the author is hoping to have a daughter, even though the results of the USG examination deny her - shukurin !

Yes, Kamvreet ah !

The hand carried him running, tracking the coral which was partially lying in the sand. "Hust ! Huuushst !!" his yell. Throw away the gulls flying low, swoop in and then go back in the air.

But all almost free.one airs, a hundred swoops and pecks a hundred weak snails. Then it airs while wagging its beak, spreading splinters of snails without life.

"Ihiiks .. ihiiiiks ...!" crying of the boy. Her sandy hair was also sweating. Grasping baby snails without a shell. "Why did you take off your shell ?" his groan resigned among the choking gulls of slaughter who just kept swooping eating snails without a cantang.

"He must change the shell, which corresponds to the size of his body. It will continue like that ! To adjust his greatness."

Clarissa Mae touched the child's shoulder, trying to raise her heart with the tender speech of a mother. "And the gulls prey because they are hungry, some will take them home to their children."

"The gull is not wrong ! Only this shell is lazy, choosing to remain a dwarf ? don't care about the greatness of its inhabitants !"

Big question marks wrapped around Clarissa Mae's head, feeling insinuated, feeling skinned. Shell ! And his weak conch in his absence.

"Basic rubbish !" his feet stomped and twisted, as if he wanted to bury the former shell deeply. "Look at this conch, Auntie !" the boy thrust his hand, then opened his grasp, “Pity is he not ? The shell is selfish."

"Yes .. selfish." slowly turned around, then ran.

Me ! And Vinnie's weakness without me.

Run and keep 'running', as hard as his feet, as hard as his heart. Then stopped at the side of the bed. Looking at Arvine Dowson's body, it was even weaker than a baby snail.

His hand slowly grabbed the pendant. Throw away the rope, then take off the necklace on her neck. The golden necklace of his mother's relics, which was sacred beyond all.

Is it wrong ? When then he pinned the pendant on his necklace. What is sin ? When then the necklace was looped to the neck of his lover. I don't know ! But all of that was done by Clarissa Mae with sincerity and sincerity, as well as a point of tears.

"Rissaa ...."

"Jasshsss."

Then her hands softly touched, lips, nose, eyelashes, then gently squeezed her lover's hair. "Let this pendant stick to your chest, to be close to your heart, to make your heart stronger."

Then the man's head was held, as the waves hugged the beach. "Vinni ... I'm sorry." whispered.

"Riss-"

"Pssst !" arvine Dowson's lips are almost open. Then without shame, his face approached.

"Cup" though not as beautiful as he wanted, that was his first kiss. His lips tipped his lover's torn lips, making him return to drip blood.

Arvine Dowson's blood has become reddened, evidence that the lips have no owner. Then his forehead, then his nose and his eyes, his two cheeks, his whole face were glued together. Bloodily. The sign has been marked, the house has been inhabited. Although often neglected.

You have marked me as yours. Now that I am your shell, I will raise my heart for your greatness.

Slowly the narrowed eyes are increasingly narrowed, resembling a line and then closed perfectly. Smooth breath. Late without a dream, lying down does not miss.

***

'The Stallion' is the name of an exclusive club. Only great men can get in there. It is not enough to just make money, but it must also be influential.

It is just an old building, used for horse racing gambling arena. It is perfect for cowboy-style and pretentious people who often feel powerful on many interests.

That night, Edward Rodmeyer was dealing with his 'left hand' there, hordes of humans with special specifications, biangkerok !

The antique wooden chair was then leaned against him, his legs resting next to each other, crossed with a stupor. After throwing a box of cuban cigars on the table, his hands slammed together, like Videl Castro !

"When we came, two men came. Their guts are great, even had time to mekukai Rhino and Bram ! But all we can control with this." the bagundal proudly pointed at the organic type gun tucked in his waist.

"Then a disabled man appeared from inside that rickety garage. He calmed down the two people who were blocking us. And she claims to be Arvine Dows-"

"Wait a minute !" sergeant Edward Rodmeyer in a low voice, "disabled people ?"

"Yes, Boss ! He walked on crutches, he even had to bother to step forward, rubbing the shoulders of his two friends."

"Arvine Dowson !? Defective ? Hahahahaha ... ngaawur you." surprised then Edward Rodmeyer chuckled. That creepy-eyed guy is deformed ? It doesn't feel possible. Just a week ago he broke my nose.

"That's ... The boss said Arvine Dowson was tough, so I brought 23 people to deal with him ! Apparently he's a cripple ! But honestly, the guts are there. Two of his friends were expelled, he said: "This is my war ! You guys don't get involved" and the two guys are hooked ! Ha ha ha ha ...."

"You mean ? Arvine Dowson didn't involve his men."

"It looks like it, Boss ! Facilitate our work .. Is it true, Bro ?" the bagundal turned his face towards his flock.

"Yoai .. stay sikaaaaat !"

"Keep ?" Edward Rodmeyer seemed serious about hearing his 'left hand' report.

"Yes, we keep beating, Boss ! After all ... his handsome face was we permak until it was destroyed !"

"Death !?"

"Oh no, Boss ! Just a warning. Ntar Boss is angry again if he's until we turn it off ... Haha."

"Good !!" Edward Rodmeyer. There was a satisfied impression of his weakness. "Forward !"

"Actually I wanted to break her hands, but the villagers had already come. Looks like it's ready to surround us, so we're forced to flee."

"But my message you've already delivered, right ?"

"Already, Boss ! But the cake was wrong." the voice hesitated a little. There was fear with a unique dimension in the wryness of his smile. "There's no way he's kidnapping Mr. Boss' son. That handicapped man."

Stuck for a moment, "he could have sent his men." Edward Rodmeyer to cover his doubts. "What did he answer to my message ?"

"He said he'd come when the boss was ready to prostrate at his feet."

"Brengseeek !!" then the antique wooden table was thrown very hard. If it wasn't teak wood, maybe the table would have been ruined by the buzz.

Even when it was destroyed like that, he still refused to submit to me. The hardness of your head will bring your death, Dowson !

"Relax, Boss .. hehehehe ..., he won't be able to disturb anyone for at least a month. Remembering the bonyok of his face as a result of our actions .. hahahahaha."

The laughter of the begundal assuaged his worries, though his anger was still high, and his anger became more and more intense.

"Now, I have a new assignment for you !" edward Rodmeyer's voice was a little hoarse, perhaps furious, or beginning to fear ? "You watch this woman ! Her name is Helena Krysnowack, commonly called Helen ! The address of the house is behind this photo."

"Ready, Boss !"

"It ... Disperse you !"

"But, Boss ?" despite being frightened, but the thumbs and index fingers of the bagundal just keep swiping. It didn't stop until Edward Rodmeyer's hand opened his briefcase. Lifting a pistol is also a piece of envelope.

"Pick where, huh ?" tanyanya while blowing the muzzle of the gun, slowly but glanced sharply.