The Last Cliff's

Chapter 47's

Looking at the southeastern sky, Arvine Dowson sat foot-drawn on the veranda floor. The bruise on his face was not much, his eyes were able to splash even if only half. And those lips, though still stiff but forced to occasionally speak.

Her two thighs were covered in hair, not only by the fine fur on her skin, but also by Clarissa Mae's hair that seemed to be flattering. Rebah wants to be pampered by the sky as well as his lover's fingers.

The pendant was touched, rotated and then flipped and then attached to the thin hairy chest. The fingers are agile without jealousy, although they really want to be considered equal. But it can't be ! He's just a shell. Not a palace, let alone a throne.

"This love will be like my mother's love, ignorant and selfless. But as perfect as the sky."

His voice was smooth without pressure, resting from sincerity to selfless love. Despite only a gentle touch on her brow, Clarissa Mae's lips began to tell stories.

"Love who is left out but is able to penetrate the haughty world, rising Jacob Ma's figure to the top of the horizon." there was a proud twinkle in his eyes, as his lips called out his papa's name. Then the eyes were rubbed, then mesmerized with the eyes of Arvine Dowson. Intercourse, and then be ashamed.

"Don't look at me like that. Later I forget, feel myself as a throne, when all know that I am the dust on which your feet rest."

The two hands were hugging, gluing the waist as tight as his face which then looked down to clutch his lover's stomach. Refusing to be looked upon, choosing to drift in his own feelings.

"Jacob Ma is just a scavenger, Vin ! Scavenging car wreckage from the trash bins of workshops on the outskirts of Jakarta. Fix it as much as possible and then sell it again at a price. It continued until I was born. Papa gave me the name Clarissa, taking the Portuguese term 'very bright' like a star or a sun. They hoped that I was born as the bleak light of the future of their household, the Ma household."

"I want to see that light, can I ?" her voice was firm and deep, echoing to the heart of Clarissa Mae. Almost made that face blush, stretched out, but ....

"I'm ashamed ... Hihihihihik !" back to the face.

Sighing then her burly fingers peeked into the base of Clarissa Mae's hair. Squeeze it for a moment and then spread the broken in the temple to the ears. The color came out, pink, blushing cheeks in shame.

"The way you took care of me, the hard work you put in our house, the crying of your mother when I was sick, the laughter of your mother when I started learning to talk and walk, and all the devotion of your mother, and all the devotion you have, not a second was missed by papa. It strengthens him ! Give him the spirit to be more persistent and dare to accept the ordeal. Thickens his determination to speculate, moans in the arms of mama when she fails, smiles cool mama when she succeeds. The way that later raised his name in the automotive world, famous to abroad."

His face then blushed, looking up, staring at the pendant on Arvine Dowson's chest. "Mama's love is not as beautiful as this locket." then his lips smiled. "But I am grateful, for still being able to remember the greatness of that love even without such a beautiful monument." her index finger trembled violently as the tip touched the pendant.

Like not wanting to let it dissolve in pain, Arvine Dowson's hand held it and then linked their fingers, tight and warm.

Without loosening her finger link, Clarissa Mae tried to sit down. Turning his back to lean on his chest. Letting the arm hug his neck.

"Ga knows, Vin ! Mama's too smart to hold a taste. But when our eyes met, I knew for a fact that my mother did not suffer. He's proud of me, and I'm nobody."

Their hugs are getting tight, like wanting to stick together and will not come off again

"Kissing your fingers on the way to work, getting frowned upon when I get home from work, hugging when you're tired ... That's my mama's way ! The way that later raised my father's name. I'll follow that way, for the greatness of your name." and then start shedding tears.

"The love I offer you is not as beautiful as her love, the love I offer you will not be as comfortable as her love. Because this dust won't be as beautiful as the throne. Shasa is your throne ! your place to live happily." the name rattled his lips, shedding tears from his eyes.

"I'm just dust, Vin ! Scraps of earth as your feet trace, which is sincere for you to massage to take you to the throne. Then will go with the storm, so that your splendor will never be tarnished."

Fainted ? Arvine Dowson can't even breathe.

"Tonight, I'll go. This filthy desire and perverted desire of dust will only tarnish your greatness. Later, if you are tired of your layover, do not play in the meadow, trace in the dusty ground. Because it could be, one of the dust is me."

Dead ? Arvine Dowson's heart stopped beating.

"If there is wild dust flying and then perched on your skin, it must be me who can no longer bear longing. Please do not wipe let alone wash ! Just open your palace window, I'll go with the wind."

"Stay here ! You're not dust."

"Vin ! Right now I am just a fragile shell, at any time it can be crushed into dust. I don't want to be your hindrance, your weak point in every war. If you lose - which I don't think possible - come back to me, may I still be whole, not yet crushed into dust."

Then the step looks sure. firmly away leaving a figure who can only look at the sky. Hissing or screaming, dwelling or thrashing, all the same ! Clarissa Mae's steps will not go backwards.

Goodbye love ! This shell would never have become dust if it wasn't for the stomping of your feet, so be careful in stepping !