The Last Cliff's

Chapater 62

"Bang !?"

The sound from the end of the phone connection was like sticking out Arvine Dowson's throat. That's not Clarissa Mae's voice.

"Hello, Fatimah ?"

The voice was tired, his ears also started buzzing as he accepted the invitation to attend the girl's engagement event at the end of his phone. Maybe because of fatigue in his body, or longing in his heart that never healed.

The sofa in the corner of the door became his only choice, Arvine Dowson collapsed there, which then ended squeaking and almost fell asleep as heel shoes Poetri Maharani was heard entering the room.

He who was too tired could no longer get up, leaving coffee on his desk. Even letting the silhouette of Poetri Maharani stand within the range of his hand.

Cheat you, Riss !

It happened because Poetri Maharani photographed himself in too many 'shots'. What to try ? If not to send to Clarissa Mae.

Arvine Dowson, who initially pretended to be asleep, eventually slumped even before his secretary ended his shooting.

***

From the reflection of the mirror, Clarissa Mae looked at herself. His face was not ripe anymore, starting to eat time. Although he washed his face repeatedly, but still something he felt was wrong.

Lips ! He was uncomfortable with Edward Rodmeyer's kiss. I don't know how many times the lips were rubbed, even the old tissue had filled the trash, spilled to the floor of the bathroom, and still continue to be cleaned. Until finally he gave up, the feeling of uneasiness he let as a reminder that there is a stain that will only disappear if it is hit by another stain.

Rani ....

The name flashed through his mind as his smartphone clinked a few times. He left the bathroom door open, abandoned because he was enthusiastic about what his best friend had sent him.

Smiling, both corners of her lips stretched to the maximum, instilling dimples on both her cheeks. Like a child playing in the rain. Then either because of pleasure or smell, he lay on his bed while enjoying the series of photos that he just received.

Vinnie in sleeping pose ... has always been my favorite picture.

Then laughs to himself when the live video chat he receives. Arvine Dowson was asleep on the couch in his office.

"Happy ?" the voice of the Maharani Poetri whispered.

"Yet. Zoom into the wound on her temple." Clarissa Mae's.

The camera approached, highlighting right at Arvine Dowson's temple, where a scratch appeared to be drying out. Although not wide, but the wound made Clarissa Mae hold her breath. "Why has he been hurt so much lately ?"

"If you don't have the heart, the game comes here ! He wants it, pity to be lied to all the time. It looks like this wound is not taken care of, allowed to dry up because of the wind and the sun."

"You don't talk, Ran ! He's waking up."

"Ga will, Ma ! When he arrived at the office earlier, his condition looked like a zombie. I think it's out of Jakarta, drive yourself-"

"Jakarta !?" starting her nervous mode.

"Yes, Mom. He's into the office with a red, fancy Lamborghini sedan and a B."

Rara ! That must be your new car.

Not wanting to say what was in her mind, Clarissa Mae bit her lower lip. Trying to get rid of the nervousness from his heart.

"Why did he go to Jakarta ?"

"I don't want to keep lying to him either. If all the scenarios go smoothly, maybe the day after tomorrow I can meet him. Don't know what it's like." - Clarissa Mae. Sad but trying to stay strong. "Must no longer be the lover of his heart."

"I mean !?"

"Tomorrow night, I have to accept Eddy-'s proposal"

"Hahahah !"

Clarissa Mae's smartphone screen has moved. From the sad face of Arvine Dowson changed with the face of Poetri Maharani who was stunned.

Clarissa Mae once again bit her lower lip. Hiding his sad feelings.

Silent. The two women of that age can only look at each other through their gadget screens.

"I have to save my sister, Ran." Clarissa Mae ends the silence, "blood is thicker than love."

"But blood and love should not be compared, they are both perfect and complete."

Clarissa Mae buried her face in the bed. Buried his head with a pillow. The voice she had just heard was that of Karen Rodmeyer. The woman had somehow suddenly been in the room, and somehow she knew what she had heard.

Shyness and nervousness make Clarissa Mae more deeply buried herself, could be the content of the conversation becomes an obstacle to the scenario he wants to build.

"Mrs Clarissa !?" the voice of Poetri Maharani tries to reach from the end of the live chat connection.

Unable to do anything else, he let his gadget be taken over. The old hand then replaced it with a loving regiment on the palm of Clarissa Mae.

"Give your camera to the man's face, I want to see it more clearly !" karen Rodmeyer's orders could not be rejected by Poetri Maharani. As Arvine Dowson's face filled the screen of the gadget in her hand, Karen Rodmeyer simply smiled. He had already been briefed on the question of why Clarissa Mae was childish at the Miller family home the day before.

"What do you see from this little guy ?"

Even though he dismantled the pillow, the fortress built by Clarissa Mae he lifted up, pushed the girl's hair to look at her, Karen Rodmeyer tried to dig out what was behind her moist and wet eyes.

"Ma ..." Just whining, that's Clarissa Mae's way of avoiding Karen Rodmeyer's pityful gaze. Even then recklessly immersed his face into the lap of the old woman.

Brushing Clarissa Mae's hair, "i just want to see you happy, son." Karen Rodmeyer's voice was smooth and gentle. "If it might have to fail to make you a son-in-law." suddenly it was very suppressed. Shaking his interlocutor's feelings to melt, a deliberate way to force Clarissa Mae to talk about anything.

"Just like papa, Arvine Dowson never talks about his past. He only talks about his future. His vision and responsibility convinced me that he was the best." Clarissa Mae opens up.

"I think the best appeal of a man is when he talks about his vision, about his hopes for the future. Great men only talk about the future."

"The man who talks a lot about his past is a tempe-mental man, although he may have been a scholar and wealthy."

"The most important thing of a man is his responsibility to create the mission and vision of his life. Because the nature of a man is to be leading the world, not to be a slave to his wife's love !"

"A wife cannot demand the love of her husband as much as her love. Because the love, prayers and glory he receives from his children are rewards that exceed everything."

The series of sentences that were firmly arranged made Karen Rodmeyer speechless, listening and justifying each of her words. Then touching then lifting Clarissa mae's head off her lap. He looked into the girl's eyes with astonishment. Admiring those red cheeks with both slats of his palm.

"You're great, Rissa boy !" his voice was suppressed, "worthy of getting a better man than Eddy." getting pressured, "I'll follow your scenario. Whatever it is !" Karen Rodmeyer forced Clarissa Mae to sit down, to immerse her warm embrace. "Whatever happens, I will always be your mother. I promise !" whispered.

”Thanks, Ma !" clarissa Mae retorted, she closed her eyes, dissolving in a blue hooch of Karen Rodmeyer's arms. Let Poetri Maharani spend his internet package.