The Last Cliff's
Chapter 49's
"Welcome, Mr Dowson ! Welcome to 'Ma Automobile'."
What kind of welcome is that ? His body was not completely healthy, both knees were still painful. Will not be able to accept prank from anyone at that time.
"Sorry, Mom ! I'm not here to apply for a job, or join an i-" company"
"Please sit down, Mr !"
A woman dressed in an office uniform laid out a large chair for her, just behind the table that read 'MAIN DIRECTOR'. A little pushy by leading Arvine Dowson's arm to sit where he had just prepared.
"Let me explain the situation-"
The attention of the woman was shifted to the entry of 3 people in luxurious settings, such as lawyer clothes. "Please sit down, gentlemen !"
After putting some document bends on the table. "My name is Poetri Maharani, and that's my table." style is centil when pointing to the SECRETARY's desk. "let the notary fathers continue my explanation." he concluded, "I'll excuse you, please, there was another guest I had to meet." and then disappeared behind the door.
Ready to face the next prank, Arvine Dowson was not surprised when the notary team one by one began to introduce himself, even he resigned when his identity card 'seized'.
Biasalah ! Their job is a bailiff. Sometimes, their bini are also confiscated goods !!
Pssst ... No author has written that story yet, Vin !
Buruan make, Thor ! Title: My Wife of Seized Goods. awokawokawok ....
Back to the narrative !
Well, Thor ! Niantai aja napa ? This novel is minimal readers, no one will wait.
Xixixixi .. dilute is also the head lo, Vin ! Dlo yaa .... Bye !
The pesenin for me too, wooooy .. mocca cappu---
Where it came from, suddenly mocca cappuchino was on their table. Segalon is full, intact still sealed. No cups, no glasses !
Ehah !!!! Not very much you, Thor !
There is a pipette ! Byeee ....
***
In the waiting room that also serves as a lobby room, Poetri Maharani is standing. It was as if he was waiting for a guest. The watch is tired of being seen, for example, can talk, of course the clock is nyolot: "lo eyes !"
"OMG !" snarl.
It seemed like he had started to run out of temper, burning flames of anger !
"Mom !" the voice suddenly sounded from the door of the main director's room. "May I have a pipette."
"Pipette !?"
"If there is no pipette, hose or pipe paralon also can."
"For what, sir ?"
"Drink kupi .. hehehe !"
"YES TUHAAAAN ! KLEAN CAN BE SERIOUS, SIIIH !"
The sultry anger that emanated from the face of Poetri Maharani made Arvine Dowson again close the door. I went through the wall.
***
"Look, Mr. Dowson ! These are all 'Ma Automobile' ownership transfer documents from Miss Clarissa Mae to Mr. All are in accordance with the applicable legal procedure."
Then they handed back his identity card and some sheets of paper to handle.
"Mr Dowson could sign right away, or might it take some time to learn it first ?"
Rissa wants to prank ! Who's afraid.
Without babibu, all documents are signed. "There's something else, sir ? A marriage certificate or a ticket, maybe !?" jest.
"Hahahaha .. It looks like this cooperation should be celebrated."
"Can ! Where ? When !?"
Prank is missing ! Natasha ... Rissa .. You are always different.
"Well ... Let's wait for a call from Rani's mom. Let him organize our party ... Ha ha ha ha ha. Isn't that right, Mr Dowson ?" close those lawyers. Soon, they too disappeared. Leaving behind Arvine Dowson who was still laughing alone. Prank is ridiculous.
"Your work, Rissa ! Prank on my feet when it was still hard to move. If I could have chased you that night, I'd have taken you. I hugged and I won't let go."
"You know what, ga ? Of all the women I've ever been close to, only you can make me feel great, be able to conquer the whole world, be anything ! But that's not what I'm looking for, I don't want to be great or powerful or whatever it's called ! I don't want all those statuses, I just want to be happy, nothing more !"
Monologue ? Like that, but not completely. Arvine Dowson is speaking without an opponent. But in her hand, was holding a photo of Clarissa Mae. Rigid and dead framed.
"I have to be honest with you." And then the photo hangs him back in exactly the same place he took it. Then fixedly looking at her, "I can only feel peace and happiness when I am beside Hani ! Not beside you. That sounds unfair to you, but that's how I feel. I don't want to lie, especially to someone as sincere as you."
Then his gaze went down, but both of his arms still imprisoned the photo, "now look ! When I'm ready to explain all my feelings to you, what do you do, Huh ? You even prank with all this silliness ! Don't you realize your own dimension ? You are different ! You with all the innocence and gentleness of your mind will not be able to act crazy like us. Our world is too painful to digest with the seriousness of your thinking. Oh, my dear Rissa ! This world is just a game for us, and you take it too godmn seriously."
At least that was what her brain prepared, all her words had been carefully considered before deciding to go to Clarissa Mae's office that morning. I hope that the woman can understand it.
Has it fixed that ? Think all Clarissa Mae's sacrifices are just a joke ? No, no, no human being can resist the biorhythmic in his body ! The hormones were wild then ....
"Czech ..." then, ". .. Good morning, Mr !"
Haha ... Prank continued.
"Rara !?" eyes wide. The female figure walking behind Poetri Maharani is Raquella Mae, entering her room with a different panorama. More 'women' than when they were last together.
And the way he walks, "Ha ha ha ha ... What happened to you, Ra ?" it brought an unbelievably ridiculous surprise. And Arvine Dowson's laughter is not the right thing, a misguided spontaneity.
"Sorry, Ra ! You are beautiful ... Sorry ! Genuine ... Wow !!" an honest diplomacy that makes Raquella Mae's face as red as a boiled crab plus plus. Frowning, spread its plugged nature but still spoiled.
Adorable.
Depress Arvine Dowson's embrace, even refusing to exchange cheeks. Choosing to remain standing sculpted, throwing a glance only at the face of the man who had made his heart fall apart.
"Come on, Ra ! I'm just kidding .. Don't sulk so badly"
"Your face why ?" tanya was full of anger, coming out from the lips that were very happy. Giving birth to a face expression in the middle of nowhere. Ordinary sounds are awkward, labile and messy.
"Ra-" stunned, confused choosing between enjoying or worrying.
"Why are you, Vin !!!" his fingers crept, combing Arvine Dowson's face in inch. Tracing her bruising scars here and there, crying. Then lament: "Look at you, Vin ! How ruined your life would be if you were away from me. hiii .. hiiks .. only a month apart, only 30 days did I not accompany your life but your face has been this broken ! And your clothes are, like a kingpin ! Huuu .. huuu .. huuu ..." wailing out sobbing.
"Crssssh ... Rara ! I'm gapapa, I'm fine." then Raquella Mae's cold body was held in her arms, as warm as her desire to have a little sister who would be dear to her.
Then restless, Raquella Mae suddenly thrashed. Waving his arms around with a gloomy face and eyes full of regret, "this is all my fault ! I was too busy taking care of my appearance. Diet, exercise, to the salon. Sorry, I'm so, baby !"
Then fear, "from now on, we will always be together. Crochet happy days .. both forever .. hi hi hi hi hi hi !" kala Raquella Mae's eyes are glaring.
Alamaaaaak !! This can't be a prank !!! RISSSAAAAAAAA ....
"Reg ... Ma'am, uh ma ... Sorry, Mom ! Is this not all prank ??" then sighing incredibly deeply, spontaneously his arm forced Raquella Mae's body to decay in its deck once more. His eyes muzzled the face of Poetri Maharani, demanding an answer to his question.
Just barely separated from the manganga shape, the lips of Poetri Maharani must be re-opened. "No, Sir ! The transfer of ownership of this enterprise by the will of Clarissa Mae's own mother."
"Well, you're still here !? EXIT !! There can only be one woman in this room. And that's my own !" fierce and snapping, Raquella Mae drove out Poetri Maharani. Moving the secretary out of the President Director's room, along with his desk.
***
"Mom ! What scenario are you trying to write ?" √√
"The best, Ran !" Ms. Clarissa.
"I want to cry." √√
"Cemen, Jan cried !" Ms. Clarissa
"Hua hua hua hua ...." √√
"Patience with Rara. " Mrs Clarissa.
Chatt.
***
"WHERE'S RISSAA !!!???"
"In Jakarta, Sir ! I'm taking care of the company."
"WHEN WILL HE COME BACK HERE !!???"
"Take over this is permanent, sir ! Ms. Clarissa will never come back here again."
DANC !!!!!
Hormones change the character of a human being. Not something that is fake.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASHAYEM !
