The Last Cliff's

Chapter 57's

Clarissa Mae's tears nearly trickled down, her eyes too long tied to the surname. 'MILLER's family' which he read as 'SHANIQUE MILLER', the name of the woman who ate his heart.

The car passed slowly, entering the courtyard. Seated for a moment and dried her tears with a tissue, and when it opened again, Clarissa Mae's eyes were no longer the same.

Arvine Dowson's silhouette becomes vivid, the rest looks vintage. Especially when the man then stood up, left the bench swing then stepped gallantly towards the car he was riding in, look longed Clarissa Mae did not stop following.

"Steve, please don't mention me in this car. Arvine Dowson is the guy I want to avoid right now !" clarissa Mae's voice shook hoarsely, barely coming out.

"Sir Rissa won't get out of the car, why ?"

"I don't want to see him !" short and pitched ogah-ogahan. But his eyes remained adrift at the wide stride of the figure of the man who had almost reached in front of the garage.

Karen Rodmeyer looked at Clarissa Mae's face with a questioning look. Especially when in the end Clarissa Mae chose to duck to hide behind the bench, the old woman was upset.

The car stopped perfectly. Fatimah Mahmud welcomed, standing under the roof of the veranda, slightly behind Arvine Dowson. The look of the young girl looks elegant even though it is only wrapped in a super doodoran dress and brownish cream hijab.

Clarissa Mae peeks, only to admire the figure of Arvine Dowson who always looks perfect in her eyes. The man looked more and more like Jacob Ma, the father he always missed.

Steve Rodmeyer got off first, waving his hand shortly after getting out of the car. Spreading her smile towards the veranda, then walked around to open the door for her mother.

"Please don't talk about me there. Please, Steve ! Ma !?"

The mother and son just smiled. No word from Clrissa Mae. But their heads almost exploded due to the size of the question mark inside. It just takes a good time to blow up an interrogation.

Fatimah Mahmud's eyes immediately patterned, perfectly round while opening his mouth when his eyes saw who was the woman who was accompanying his lover's steps. Inching slightly then lost on the back of Arvine Dowson.

Stepping once towards the front, Arvine Dowson then smiled doubtfully. There was a surprised impression that had to be immediately disguised. But in the end the man laughed when his shirt was pulled from his back. By whom else if not Fatimah Mahmud.

From behind the dark glass of the car, Clarissa Mae smiled, her heart was muttering :

It always is ... Whoever the woman who is near him will take refuge in his chest. No exception to me ! Even more anarchists want to have it themselves.

Lucky for the owner of this house ! Vinnie still expects it even though he's 'coming back'. Not my sessions.

For some reason, suddenly Arvine Dowson stepped over the pangginas, shook Steve Rodmeyer's hand and clenched his fist, of course leaving Fatimah Mahmud standing alone.

He looked down, then squeezed his long dress at the waist, Fatimah Mahmud looked like he wanted to tear the cloth with his fingers. Maybe to just get rid of the nervousness from within.

Instead of stopping there, Arvine Dowson went further, bowed to Karen Rodmeyer and continued to approach the car where Clarissa Mae was. Then stop very close ! Even then she turned around, with her hands braided backwards, she leaned back, gluing her hands to the windshield as a partial support of her weight.

Behind the car's black glass, Clarissa Mae's hands trembled wonderfully. It runs slowly, then retraces slowly on the glass, right in the shadow of Arvine Dowson's hand. Like trying to feel the warmth of that palm, Clarissa Mae began to melt, her tears pouring out without pause, flowing endlessly into her old blue blazer.

Even within this close distance ... I can only choose ! Unable to have.

There was a desire in his heart to stick his cheeks, nose, forehead or even his lips to that glass, in the hope that it would grow a sense of 'own'. But it is only a desire, limited to a dream that comes to the heart because of an extraordinary longing.

During a date, the man's hand never touched her more than a hand shake and a caress in her hair. It's close but cold ! Like that moment, it was stuck in a piece of glass.

As usual, the man then disappeared into the fence. Leaving palm-shaped dew on the glass to shed more tears. Then everything went dark, Clarissa Mae's eyes closed even though they were not perfect.

"Choose to cry when the person is so close. Dodging in the moment when the heart wants to welcome .. hmmm .. woman and her heart, elusive !"

"Steve !?" Clarissa Mae is flabbergasted. No door was opened but suddenly Steve Rodmeyer was sitting behind the wheel muttering.

"Front, Mother." Steve Rodmeyer asked, smiling as if he did not care about Clarissa Mae who was having trouble breathing, his nose was blocked even though he was not having a cold.

Looking at Karen Rodmeyer, Clarissa Mae understood why Steve Rodmeyer had asked her to move to the front seat.

Fatimah Mahmud was stunned for a moment, looking at Clarissa Mae coming out the back door. Twice they met, and twice she saw Clarissa Mae as if she was avoiding Arvine Dowson. That time it was dark-eyed.

As she refused to be seen by the world, Clarissa Mae sat curled up, hiding under the shadow of her chair. He saved his sorrow from the eyes of Karen Rodmeyer and Fatimah Mahmud who were sitting not far behind him.

"He's going back to Jakarta, Ma'am ! No need to dodge anymore." Steve Rodmeyer's mouth suddenly muttered softly.

Clarissa Mae rolled her eyeballs. Refused to speak to the young man. He didn't want to share it with anyone at the time. He really wants to be 'alone'. Although in his heart is raging thousands of questions, but all must be detained, waiting for the right time.

A little breathless, Steve Rodmeyer started running his car. He's never thought of seeing Clarissa Mae's mood swings. One thing he concluded, Arvine Dowson is a valuable figure in Clarissa Mae's life, whether negative or positive.

"Hallo, Jack !" karen Rodmeyer's voice caught everyone's attention. "Guess ! who am I ?" apparently she was on a video call with her husband. His smartphone camera highlighted himself hugging Fatimah Mahmud's shoulder.

"Who's up, Ren ?" jack Rodmeyer's voice was clear. It was intentionally diloudspeaker.

"Take a guess !"

"Who is Faizah ?"

"Nake it ! This is my son !! Our future ghost, Jack !" pretend to frown, put his lips together."Steve's boyfriend." Karen Rodmeyer surprises her husband. But the effect surprised everyone. It even brings back a smile on Clarissa Mae's lips.

"That's a big decision, Ren ! Must wait for the stamp from the head of the household. So I have to wait for my approval."

"No way, Jack ! Remember who decided Eddy and the corn hair ? You chose the wrong daughter-in-law. Now it's my turn to make the decision !"

"Ga can be like that, Ren !"

"Can, Jack ! And I've found our future ghost. You are hunting home ... We need to get ready for the ghost as soon as possible !"