The Mystery of Lost Memory
New Problem

“T-please, save me .. “ please the young lady, who just keeps hanging.

Ray tried to pull it. But his palms suddenly broke into a sweat, which made it hard to pull the woman's hand. The panicked Ray hurriedly made sense, so that his hands were more tight and easy. In various ways, such as rubbing on the jacket he was wearing, the woman finally managed to be pulled as hard as she could.

Ray who had run out of energy lay carelessly on the pavement, with extremely loud hunting breaths heard. The young lady whose face was deathly pale looked at Ray gratefully, even though her body was still trembling. The woman slowly approached Ray who was still lying spread out both hands.

“Thank you, yes,” said the woman.

Ray glanced at the woman at a glance. Then he quickly got up to sit up, staring at the woman in annoyance.

“What do you think, huh? Can you kill yourself?!” snapped Ray. “It should be today that I kill myself, not you!”

The woman heard Ray's last words. He who was originally pale, slightly warmed up. A reddish tinge began to appear from his narrowed face.

“So ... You also want to kill yourself?” ask the woman slowly, for fear of offending Ray.

Ray nodded. “Why ask for help if you want to kill yourself?” asked Ray who turned around in astonishment.

The woman smiled awkwardly. “Revelation .. I'm afraid of heights,” he replied slowly.

Shake up Ray's laughter, as hard as if no longer care about the gaze of the people around them both. The woman, who was originally timid, began to laugh, laughing at her own stupidity.

After being satisfied with the laugh, Ray again glanced at the young woman who was reluctant to leave. He kept waiting for Ray who was still sitting on the sidewalk. Even the woman crouched down just to be able to compensate for Ray's position. The young woman with narrow eyes and red cheeks suddenly took off the thick red jacket that she was wearing, to then be given to Ray.

“What is this?” ray asked, holding onto the jacket confused.

“It looks like you are cold,” he replied with red cheeks.

Ray smiled thinly. “How old are you?”

“Why?”

“How much?” ask Ray again.

“22,” replied the woman, trying to keep looking calm.

Ray laughed again. “It turns out you're ten years younger than me, huh? Why would you want to kill yourself?”

The woman tucked her hair behind the earlobe, a little manyun. “Not a business Om,”

“Om?!” Ray placed emphasis on the woman's nickname on her. “I'm not that old,” protest Ray.

The woman seemed to be smiling faintly, which not even Ray noticed. Then Ray immediately put on a thick jacket given by the woman, and even though it was small, Ray did not intend to take it off.

“This I take as a thank you,” said Ray. “You ... indirectly prevented me from ending this precious life of mine,”.

After that, he waved away, turning around to leave the woman. However, the woman suddenly exclaimed to stop Ray's steps. The man inevitably turned his body back to the back.

“B-may I know what your name is?” ask the woman stammering.

Ray smiled out. “What do you want, Little Boy?” ask Ray pongah.

Seeing Ray's infuriating reaction, it made the woman scowl and hurriedly ran away holding back the embarrassment. Ray continued to smile, looking at the young woman's back, starting to get a little carried away to his past when he had just gotten to know Karen. It all feels so fast and beautiful. And now those memories remain old memories, which may have even evaporated from Kare's memory.

Not only did Ray want to really leave after being satisfied daydreaming, from a distance Ray could see the young woman who had seemed to run in a hurry, straight towards Ray standing up. Ray's goal is to see his red face and when their distance is close, the woman suddenly jumps to pounce on Ray and hide behind his back.

Unable to answer, a black sedan suddenly parked beside Ray, and two large bodyguards and a middle-aged man descended quickly from there. The woman clutches Ray's back shirt, seeking refuge. The confused Ray could only gawk like a fool, staring back and forth at those people.

“Kamala, let's go home!” exclaimed the middle-aged man, who seemed to be the father of the young woman.

“Ngak, Pa. I don't want to,” reject Kamala.

Instead of coming out from behind Ray's back, Kamala curled up. The two big bodyguards seemed to want to take Kamala immediately, but the middle-aged man prevented.

“Kamala, Papa promised not to scold you,”

“Papa lie!”

Looking at the stubborn Kamala, the middle-aged man's attention was precisely on the figure of Ray who dazedly stood in front of Kamala. The old man's expression turned furious, glaring sharply at Ray.

“So you, Kamala's boyfriend?!” snarled the old man. “Bragging, yes! How dare you deceive a young girl!”

The two bodyguards mercilessly beat up Ray's body, whose heart had been crushed. Ray howled in self-defense, but they didn't seem to want to hear. The responsibility to stop the fight, because it is in a fierce phase. Ray's body was like a samsak to the two bloodthirsty bodyguards.

“Stop, Pa! Stop!” kamala shouted, suddenly advancing to protect Ray's body.

The young woman who was a very distant age from Ray bravely dispelled the raw bogems that would drift towards Ray. The reckless woman who could have been famous ferocious blows the crazy bodyguards.

“He saved me! He saved me from suicide, Pa!” yelled Kamala blindly. This time he hugged Ray's battered weak body.

“I love him!”

* * *

Ray opened his eyes only to realize that his entire body was painful and bruised on each side of his face. On the left right appears a white room, infusion hose and general layout are common in VIP class hospital rooms. But as Ray glanced to the right, he could see Kamala sitting with an anxious look towards him.

“Om is awake?” exclaim Kamala happy.

Kamala immediately adjusted Ray's bed height so that the man could sit down while laying down his body.

“Did I faint last night?” ray asked confusedly.

“Om mostly drink alcohol, and sorry .. battered by my papa bodyguard,” Kamala replied with regret.

Ray grimacing. “Stop calling me ‘Om’,”

Kamala grimaced. His reddish face turned red, but he immediately diverted it by giving Ray a grain of peeled apples.

“Awoke up, Ray White?” reprimand the middle-aged man who last night called Papa to Ray.

He suddenly entered and this time was accompanied by a woman who looked like his wife. The woman's face was very similar to Kamala's.

“I'm Rudi Bruggman, and this is my wife Jena,” The man introduced himself to Ray.

“You two actions are wrong. But because after seeing your incredible background, we agreed to marry you both,”

Ray subconsciously dropped the small fork he was holding, along with a plate full of apples that Kamala peeled off. His mouth was gaping wide, his head was dizzy, and the things he had just heard sounded like a violent typhoon. What the hell's going on?