The Last Cliff's

Chapter 51's

While occasionally looking down to answer the greetings of those who passed him, Clarissa Mae walked with Edward Rodmeyer's steps. Splitting the employees and then passing to the elevator door specifically for members of the board of directors.

After only two lives, in the elevator, Clarissa Mae continued her war of nerves with Edward Rodmeyer.

"Just because of that locket, your nose is broken ! Looks like it's gonna get worse if you don't get it back soon." he said.

"At least the pain in my nose has been avenged by the crumbling of your man's body. It's still a good thing I'm being kind, letting his life stay in his body." his voice was flat and low, Edward Rodmeyer's expression showed that he was a man who wasn't easily profiled.

"Massa !?" pretending to be a bit of an awkwardness, he nudged the little suitcase in the man's hand with a small laugh, "it seemed like Vinnie was fine, not hurt in the least. Or maybe he can't be defeated ? And you're scared when she suddenly comes to you ?"

Although a little disturbed by the ledge of Clarissa Mae, Edward Rodmeyer still looks calm. He stood facing the elevator door, hoping that the number above the door would immediately point to the number 4. The floor where the office is located.

"Tieing !" number 4. Auto elevator door open.

"Come on, Eddy ! Just give me the locket, I'll give it back. No one needs to get hurt for such a thing."

"Ha ha ha ha .." rattled Edward Rodmeyer after realizing that all the ridicule and sarcasm of Clarissa Mae was to weaken him. So he doesn't hurt Arvine Dowson.

"Even in this position, you are still trying to protect that savage brat ! I wonder how much you mean to him ... Ha ha ha ha ... That way, the game will be more interesting !" just keep getting up, laughing at the feeling of Clarissa Mae who can only duck quietly, down the corridor in shame. Lose in diplomacy.

Right in front of the door, as Edward Rodmeyer's hand held the handle. Suddenly Clarissa Mae slumped, bending her knees in front of the man.

"I will be your slave, craving to worship you for the rest of my life, if you give me that locket. Please, Eddy ! I beg ... Give me that worthless locket." prying and begging for mercy.

"And this game will end without tragedy. Is that how you want it ? Ha ha ha ha ha ... God created this earth to enjoy tragedy ! So am I, Rissa ! I want to enjoy a tragedy from His eyes. Laughing at him, even making fun of him as an excuse to laugh. And again, even now you are already my slave ! Ha ha ha ha ha."

Ignoring Clarissa Mae's knee remained on the floor, her overbearing hand pulled the handle and pushed the door with her large body. Edward Rodmeyer felt soaring, as if he had been sitting on the throne of the gods. Under the right of his shoes, was written the story of two hearts that he would make bloody.

But how painful is it ? Edward Rodmeyer's cheeks flushed red, with a four-finger mark on his cheek after a sudden slap hit him. "PLAAAK !" then ....

"What have you done !?" Helena Krysnowack standing behind the door. The woman's hand seemed to tremble, her fingers shivering in pain from having just slapped. Edward Rodmeyer with a red face. Then she flicked her ex-husband's body to the side, only to help Clarissa Mae stand up.

"Good morning, Madam !" Clarissa Mae ducked down and reached into Helena Krysnowack's hand, to be sniffed by her knuckle, without a second of face lifting.

His thin body was just lifted by the embrace of Helena Krysnowak, even then while closed. The sound of the slap frightened him greatly. No matter how small the physical violence is still a horror scene for the senses.

"You have even frightened this weak woman" she said shortly after keeping Clarissa Mae's body on her large high back.

"What happened to you, Eddy ? Lately your attitude has been like your papa ! Is your 'disfigurement' the cause of all your cruel behavior ?" a rude snort then took Clarissa Mae out. Combing the corridor, heading for the elevator.

"Come on, Helen ! You haven't even heard my explanation. Don't you take him ! I'M NOT DONE WITH HER YET !!"

Helena Krysnowak continues her steps, guiding Clarissa Mae's body to keep walking upright in her papahan. Edward Rodmeyer was only able to rub his own head.

Why did Eddy give in to madam Helena ? Even seem helpless. And why is it that madam Helena is trying to protect me ?

All of those questions swirled in Clarissa Mae's mind. There are many puzles that have not been arranged properly, especially regarding the woman who is hugging her shoulders.

In the elevator, "I'm sorry, madam ! When I'm considered presumptuous, but I want to ask you something." Clarissa Mae tried to be brave. But Helena Krysnowak did not answer. He was more busy with his own heart.

***

But that morning was a little different, Arvine Dowson's sky felt like it was darker than usual mornings. Clarissa Mae's death was the cause.

Isn't it better for him ? Clarissa Mae's departure to Jakarta left a treasure in the form of a company she could manage to live a better life. Raising his status from just a 'stage' vlogger to become a President Director and President Commissioner of a national-scale company.

But Arvine Dowson has a different point of view. He saw all of Clarissa Mae's gifts as a trust, a deposit that must be kept as well as possible, for a time returned to the owner. IDEALIST ! Indeed, and it happens on the element of coercion. Poverty managed by intelligence will lead to idealism.

Uhmm ... ngaco again gw ! Muup, regular effect nulis essay.

All the forms of shock that had plagued him during his last two days buried his reason to the nadir. Arvine Dowson had no choice but to fight for what he still felt was his right. And it was triggered by the passing of a white sedan before him. The convertable roof model.

Isn't that Helena ? Former bini si songong.

When the car driver's corn hair was seen outside in the street wind. Then turn to enter the basement of a 7-story building.

This half ? She would definitely commit a crime against her ex-husband. I have to follow, who knows if there's a blemish. Hmmm ....

After successfully likening themselves to the cleaning service, complete with a broom and mop in his hands.

"Sorry, Mom ! I can take the elevator, I'm sorry. The President Commissioner's room has not been cleared yet" Arvine Dowson said shortly before the elevator doors were shut by Helena Krysnowack from the inside.

The woman then held the elevator door that had closed a quarter, then allowed Arvine Dowson to enter.

"Thank you, Mom !"

Helena Krysnowack just nodded and then shifted a little away while covering her big nose with a kettle-type tissue.

After the elevator door opened on the 4th floor, they compactly stepped in. Helena Krysnowack in front, the clumsy Arvine Dowson with mop equipment followed behind. Same goal ! Main Commissioner's room, the room where Edward Rodmeyer usually works.

"Please clean up ! Without noise. Do you know ?"

Arvine Dowson complied, started to work without making a sound. Leaving Helena Krysnowack sitting on a long sofa.

Arvine Dowson asked, "why is this woman just sitting on the couch ? It is not fun to touch these luxury items. Considering his arrival here would have been bad intention." But everything must be held in his heart. In order to keep his disguise.

When the sound of laughter from outside the room accompanied by the sound of Hadle's door being pressed, Helena Krysnowack rushed towards the door, standing upright in front of the door as if ready to attack anyone who would come out of it. It was then that Arvine Dowson inched, hiding himself behind the curtains, as much as possible.

Auuwch .. How dare this woman ? He tabok si songong. awokawokawok .. m*mpus Lo !

Suddenly his heart stopped beating, that voice, a voice that often held his heart in guilt, was heard in his ears.

Rissa ? Ah ... There's no way ! He's in Jakarta.

The curtain was busy a little, just limited to his eyes, to peek. But nil ! There was no one at the door except Edward Rodmeyer who was acting silly withholding indignation.

Aarrgh ! It's only been 5 days that I lost Rissa, and I'm starting to get halu.

Then silence, leaving only the sound of Edward Rodmeyer's rough breathing. A penknife was pulled from the pocket of Arvine Dowson's pants. Small but sparkling sharp, ready to cut the neck veins of a man who had already stained his territory. A sudden attack might bring death.