The Last Cliff's

Chapter 61's

The Rodmeyer family residence became crowded, some relatives of the family slowly began to arrive and fill some rooms that had previously been left empty. Foreign faces immediately filled the lens of Clarissa Mae's eyes, as usual then began to bring discomfort.

Feeling foreign in the crowd made Clarissa Mae choose to make a 'fortress'. That morning, in the left corner of the balcony, he tried to hide. Sitting alone at the end of an antique sofa, hoping that no eyes will be on it.

When the main door opened abruptly, his eyes immediately pursed, staring at the group of several people who had appeared from behind the door. Those people were no strangers in his eyes. 'The godfather'-Jack Rodmeyer and his extended family have returned from the 'win' event'.

Steve Rodmeyer entered the house with sparkling eyes, there was only happiness in the young man's mind. Somehow he chose to step straight into Clarissa Mae's room.

The last one to enter is Edward Rodmeyer. The man walked slightly behind his sister, there was no scar on his neck. It may be successfully camouflaged with plaster and powder according to the color of the skin.

"Where's Clarissa ?"

Whispering, Edward Rodmeyer held back his brother's steps by standing at his feet. Made them almost collide.

"Ga know, it's not in the room !"

"Search !"

Maybe because of his habit of playing orders, Edward Rodmeyer forgot that in the house he was a nobody. And when his orders were ignored by his brother, he was furious and blocked the arm of Steve Rodmeyer. It provoked tension between them.

Clarissa Mae watched it all with increasingly sharp eyes, then deliberately sneezed. Drawing Edward and Steve Rodmeyer's attention towards her, just before Karen Rodmeyer noticed the tension between her two sons.

Next to guess, Steve Rodmeyer walked up to Clarissa Mae faster than his brother. Climb the stairs with a little running. Also more prenginas when walking combing the balcony.

"Thank you, Ma'am." Steve Rodmeyer sat down next to Clarissa Mae, and his head rested on her arm. Happy he showed it with a little pampering. "Tomorrow the night we got engaged. The show's held here."

"Congratulations, Steve. Hopefully everything goes well." he replied as he touched the tip of the young man's head, Clarissa Mae was then interrupted by the pull of Edward Rodmeyer's hand on his shoulder.

Steve Rodmeyer's eyes stared in horror as he watched her forcefully pull Clarissa Mae's shoulder, taking her as soon as possible to leave the sofa, almost falling over. Rough and far from human.

When you get to the corner, between the pillars of the wall. Clarissa Mae's skinny body was knocked against the wall. "Tomorrow nights there will be two engagements at once. Steve's gonna propose to his girlfriend, and I'm gonna propose to you. No mess ! Or your brother will I throw in jail. Understand ?" Edward Rodmeyer punched Clarissa Mae's heart with two 'knives', threatening her sister and forcing her to marry.

"As you already believe, I'm just a puppet. Just do what you want, I'll fulfill the contract that has been signed." cynically, Clarissa Mae surrendered. He could do nothing but obey Edward Rodmeyer.

Then silent as Edward Rodmeyer planted a rough kiss on his lips, Clarissa Mae once again had to accept an insult that was deliberately displayed before the eyes of Steve Rodmeyer. A 'pointer of power' that even made the youngster's blood boil, preparing to beat up his own brother.

"Kon wes keblinger ! Anj*ng, by the way !!"

"That's it, Steve ! ... Don't ... fussed ..." Clarissa Mae's voice was hoarse, even stammering.

"Sampeyan too, Ma'am !? Fight why !"

With a trembling body, "There are many problems that do not resolve with hostility." Clarissa Mae hugged Steve Rodmeyer's chest, taking him away from her brother who grinned like a jubilant wolf.

My face was crumpled and my eyes were on Arvine Dowson's. Luckily, all eyes were on the sporty luxury sedan he had just parked. Seen in a row of cars made in Japan, although not his own, but who knows ?

He rushed into the office, hoping to get some information about where Clarissa Mae was, of course, from the mouth of Poetri Maharani. The secretary who had dared to lie to him.

"Please speak honestly about Clarissa Mae's whereabouts. This is a serious problem !" that was what he said while standing in front of the table Poetri Maharani. Even the tired body after driving dozens of hours nonstop he ignored. Arvine Dowson is looking forward to getting that answer as soon as possible.

"Sorry, Sir ! That's my privacy area with Ms. Clarissa, considering we are no longer superiors and subordinates, we are just friends. If you insist, then at least give me time to confirm to Ms. Clarissa."

"You are right ! Conspiracy of two friends to trap the third person may be normal in your mind. Lies are only painful for the recipient, and for the perpetrator it all feels natural." circus Arvine Dowson.

"I'm sorry, Sir-"

"Sorry !? For what, Ma'am ?"

"For our lies-"

"Forget it, you do deserve to be friends with Rissa more than I do." Arvine Dowson ended his efforts in failure. Poetri Mahatani refused to tell her where Clarissa Mae was at the time. "There will be another way" he concluded when entering his study.

When he felt safe, Poetri Maharani reached for his mobile phone. Seemed to be fiddling with it a while ago and saved it back.

Pile of documents meets Arvine Dowson's desk. Welcomed it blindly. No matter the man is tired or fit, all the documents demand to be studied and signed. Although sometimes it must be mixed with the swearing.

Not even a quarter of the documents he 'society', eyes Arvine Dowson is not able to. The line pipe has cast a shadow, and each letter has been fused.

Coffee ! I need my coffee ...

"Mbak ! Can I have a coffee ?" arvine Dowson said, only his head is shabby behind the door.

Poetri Maharani would probably prefer to be in a fight with his boss, yes to avoid the screams that he had just heard. But what can be done, Raquella Mae has kicked him out. And a shout like that would be a bully of his working time.

"Coffee, sir !?" Poetri Maharani's face is slightly acidic.

"Yes ! The most bitter, and tell Rissa that to deliver !"

Thinking of as a joke, Poetri Maharani passed without a greeting while blasting his lips, his feet agile towards the pantry.

Arvine Dowson is back at his desk. His eyes can barely open, not even rarely the petals twitch incoherently, but only the left eye. Maybe someone is gossiping about his ugliness. Suddenly his mobile phone vibrated, then a dial tone sounded.

Thank you, Riss ! You finally called me again. When I need to hear your voice.

Without a greeting or say hello, "where are you, Riss ? We need to talk, I know you must object to my apology. But tomorrow is your birthday, and I hope to be with you. Yeah at least until after-"