The Last Cliff's

Chapter 55's

"BANG VINNIE !!" the scream became the beginning of the creation of 'stain', Fatimah Mahmud clutching the body of Arvine Dowson. Even the two blades of his hands hugged the man's neck lovingly. Spreading empathy for the deepest sorrow, the sorrow that may only be subsided by the tender and warm embrace of a woman.

In the name of the all-loving and loving God, Let it be wrong, let it be tarnished, "ssshhhhhh .. blink 15 times ! I hate your black eyes." Fatimah Mahmud was brave. Receiving and giving love in the form of undue affection.

That's the way of Shanique Miller, the way that managed to conquer the wrath in Arvine Dowson's heart. To restore the man's eye color as before. A series of hypnotic rituals to suppress the alter ego that is ruling over the man. Rituals from their childhood, and only they know what will happen next.

As ever, Arvine Dowson's eyes blinked, every action like a dew in his heart. Cooled his soul. Put black on her eyes. At the last resort, the man's eyes had completely recovered.

Heart degub Arvine Dowson is back in order, pounding rhythmically. His breath is getting smoother. Then his embrace stretched out, his embrace to the body of Fatimah Mahmud then ended, changing with a soft look of eyes.

Then, "still as before ! My hug always blew your barrel." smiled, Fatimah Mahmud mimicked all the words of Shanique Miller, just as she had seen in the hospital.

"I miss you, Han !" whisper Arvine Dowson. His eyes were on the sack of a smile on Shanique Miller, who he then kissed his forehead.

'Han' ? The call left Fatimah Mahmud stunned, his mind beginning to smell the irregularity. Arvine Dowson's anger has indeed succeeded in appeasing him, but he failed to regain the man's consciousness, perhaps it took time.

Any minute.

That thought became the reason when he decided to let Arvine Dowson re-enfold his body, then carry it into the mansion. As her hands draped, sticking her shoulders against the man's neck, Fatimah Mahmud felt how hot the neck was.

Fever, Arvine Dowson is hallucinating due to the effects of fever and high levels of adrenaline in his blood.

Women are created from the ’ ribs' section, the protective section of the adrenal glands. So they should be responsible for keeping the gland does not increase the anger of a man.

He's seen Edward Rodmeyer's anger, it scares him. He had also witnessed the fury of his lover-Steve Rodmeyer, it made him grateful that he had once managed to subdue him. And the last one is the worst ! Arvine Dowson's anger made Fatimah Mahmud horrified. Horrified for fear of being stained.

The fear was further raging in his heart, as Arvine Dowson directed his feet to enter Shanique Miller's room.

"Bang ! Remember God. I'm Fatimah, not Brother Shasa !"

"I'll always protect you .. I promise, Han ! God will always take care of you through my hands and feet."

Again, the name 'Hannie' was called. That means Arvine Dowson is still not free from hallucinations.

When his body was perfectly laid on the bed, when Arvine Dowson's eyes looked at him, Fatimah Mahmud's hands stiffened and nearly slapped. But the intention was broken. His rebellion will only bring back the fury of the demon who is wallowing in Arvine Dowson. The anger could have destroyed both of them.

"Bang Vinnie ... Remember, Bang ! I'm Fatimah."

Although the voice was loud and included a push on Arvine Dowson's chest, it was still unable to repel the face of the man who was getting closer to his face.

"Don't, Bang !" fatimah Mahmud's voice was in vain. Arvine Dowson's face drew closer. "Yes God ... Re-establish awareness of Bang Vinnie."

No longer able to survive, Fatimah Mahmud surrendered to her prayer. Give up whatever will happen to the intervention of his Lord. Then close your eyes.

Nothing can stand in the way of nothing when all is so despicable, except the Lord who suddenly sends a whirlpool in the corner of Fatimah Mahmud's eyes. It rounded small and shone a black silhouette into Arvine Dowson's eyes. Stopping the man's actions, also dampened the lust in his chest.

"Why are your tears so arid ? At a time when it should be as cool as a mountain." muttered Arvine Dowson on a tear above his index finger, the grain he had just wiped from the corner of Fatimah Mahmud's eye.

"Fatimah ! What are you doing !?" his nervousness when watching the girl sneered resignedly in front of him.

"Thank God !" opening her eyes, Fatimah Mahmud found Arvine Dowson's face veiled in shame. "You have saved me from sin and nothing."

There is nothing between them. All new is just a stain, which he can purify again with a prayer mantra.

As Arvine Dowson's passing back leaves him, Fatimah Mahmud begins to understand, what happened between the man and his mentor, is really not just a matter of love. There are many mysteries that have not been revealed.

Shame brought his steps not far, stopped and sat on a swing bench on the edge of the park. His eyes stared blankly at the crumbling wheelchair wreckage under the fence. Then his hands began to push, his body then swung.

Along with the screeching iron screech at the top of the swing, Arvine Dowson's lips hissed, "Rissa !"

How is Risaa ?

We've been together for 4 years. I never lost my direction. Now look at ! This morning, I was humbled by your voice. And just now, I'm lost ! Almost desecrated a boy who was supposed to be my own child. Though it's only the 5th day since you chose to leave me alone. Rissa ... come back ! Or should I pick you up ?

When the sound of grass being stepped on sounded in his ears. "Fat ! Sit here."

The hijab girl came with a wet cloth. His smile expanded as if nothing had ever happened. His hands were then busy arranging, putting the wet cloth on Arvine Dowson's forehead.

"Here !" Shifted slightly to the left, giving room for Fatimah Mahmud to sit next to her.

"Thank you, Fat ! For all your efforts." allowing the girl to pull a hand and then roll on his shoulder. Fatimah Mahmud looks comfortable in the arms of Arvine Dowson, feeling herself in the arms of her own father.

"But never repeat to anyone ! Except for your own husband." Arvine Dowson's voice was heavy and low, full of worry.

"Why, Bang ?"

"Because above the peak of anger every man has an alter ego, which can only be submissive by his soul mate. Kufu equality became the main condition of that subjugation. Without kufu equality, a man's alter ego will never be overcome, and will be the start of a relationship that hurts each other."

"I don't know why I suddenly want to tell you all this, Fat ! It seems, you will be getting married soon." Arvine Dowson added tightly to his embrace. Like feeling reluctant to take off Fatimah Mahmud's shoulder. "Be careful about taking care of your household. Marriage is not the beginning of happiness. Don't trust the author who ends his novel with the phrase 'happily everafter' or 'happy forever'. Sebutir ect"ssy proved that happiness is a biorhythmic process, a hormonal process ! And marriage is a socio-psychic, psychiatric process ! The two have nothing to do !!!"

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