The Mystery of Lost Memory
Unsupervised

Sierra ngosan, limb is no longer strong enough to withstand the power of his own body, due to the terrible events that almost hit him in the elevator. If Martin had not come to save him, he might have been killed by a knife carried by the mysterious man.

As Sierra panics and takes the elevator, Martin rushes to the emergency staircase to catch up with Sierra. Lucky he came in time. As a child, Martin certainly understood the nature of his mother. Sophie Willis, will never allow another woman to become an empress in her kingdom.

“Please, stop, Sierra,” Martin clutches Sierra's still-frightened body.

“My mother will never be satisfied, before seeing you lifeless,” added Martin, trying to give a warning.

Not according to him, Sierra immediately released Martin's decapitation. He looked at the man with an extraordinary look of disdain.

“Now I know, where does your attitude come from that you always want to have whatever you want,” Sierra said, with a wink. “I'm sorry I ever loved a man like you .. “

Sierra got up, dressed, and immediately reentered the elevator to ask Paul's private driver who was waiting for him below. Now, Martin was alone who was just stunned, not expecting what Sierra said. Loved her? Someone loved her? The murmur of questions continued to resonate in Martin's mind. He never felt loved by anyone.

Paul's private driver, immediately grabbed Sierra's messy body with a panicked look as the woman ran the alley down towards him. He looked at Sierra's appearance from top to bottom, confused by what was happening.

“Why can this be, Miss?” tanyakanya.

Sierra shook his head, there was still fear left in his countenance. “Take me to Paul. I want to see him,”

The driver nodded obediently and after opening the back door, he plugged in the gas as hard as he could. Sierra doesn't want to continue his activities today. All he wanted to do was to be by Paul's side and ask for protection from him, given that someone had just planned to kill Sierra at a close enough distance.

Arriving at Paul's office, Sierra hurriedly climbed up and entered Paul's private workspace located on the top floor. He hurriedly went inside, even with a slight run as there was still a feeling of anxiety in his heart. When entering inside, how shocked Sierra, because not Paul he saw, but Sophie who was sitting haughty in Paul's work chair. The old woman turned the chair, to face directly at Sierra while crossing her legs. Although Sophie's age is not young anymore, but her appearance is still beautiful and smooth-skinned as a characteristic of women who are born rich.

“I don't think you got away,” chirped Sophie, with her haughty face.

Sierra stood guard, with a standby attitude. While Sophie, she got up and walked slowly closer to Sierra. The sound of his high-heeled shoes caused his own tension, which was as if every single tap, could pierce the pounding heart of the Sierra.

“Looks, you are indeed a tough woman,” comments Sophie, walking around the Sierra. “It's been that close, but you didn't get hurt in the least,”

“Martin helps me,” sambar Sierra fast.

Sophie knitted her brows. “Martin can never let you go. You are indeed his precious toy,”

“Where's Paul?” sierra asked quickly, fed up with Sophie's comments.

Sophie's eyeballs widened upon hearing Sierra's question. “Paul? Paul's? You dare call your master by his name? Brash woman base .. “

“Why? He'll be my husband,”

“People talk, ******!” objurgation. “Do you think your marriage will be able to continue?” maki Sophie, pointing straight ahead of Sierra's nose.

Sierra held onto his hot, slightly sore cheek. Sophie's slap this time was harder than her previous slap. So Sierra's heart that had been in turmoil since the beginning, slowly began to rebel in self-defense.

“Whatever you do, Paul and I will stay married,” taunts Sierra, defying Sophie, who is now flushed to see the brave reaction of Sierra.

The middle-aged woman moved around clutching Sierra's shirt, as if ready to swallow him alive.

“You dare ignite my anger, yes, Sierra,” Sophie said slowly. “I'll make sure you get back to where you came from, in that shabby orphanage,”

***

Since morning, the first time Karen opened her eyes, Martin was no longer by her side. The man had been gone since the morning, without leaving any messages. Everything that happened to her, including the events in the forest house, made Karen's premonition sharpen. Must be Martin's meeting Sierra, somewhere. Now Karen lives alone, in that luxurious apartment, with no one to watch. It was easy for him to escape and get away from Martin's runaway life, let alone Willis's chaotic family condition.

But in fact, Karen chose to follow her heart. He's not leaving. He was still there, starting to prepare while grabbing a sample of invitation cards that had finished printing last night. Karen was about to show Martin the invitation card, after they came home from Sophie's house. But it turns out that a shocking incident happened, which caused Karen to cancel her plan.

So today, Karen decided to change her plan. She would still go, dressing herself as beautiful and elegant as possible, to make the most of all the wealth Martin had entrusted her with. She was about to leave the invitation card to Ray White, her pitiful ex-husband. Karen wants to tell Ray by the invitation that his life is fine and even better. Or rather, Karen wanted to know Ray's situation.

His meeting the other day with Ray, was very unpleasant. Karen catches Ray with a young woman, who after she has been searching, turns out to be Kamala Rudi, the daughter of the second richest conglomerate in the country after Paul Willis. Through her surrogate detective, Karen finds out that Kamala is just an art student Ray saved from suicide. The news from Karen's detective was enough to calm Karen down. At least Ray has nothing to do with Kamala.

Karen finally arrived at Ray's yard. Unlike the beginning of the month they separated, the house has now been overgrown with green grass and beautiful flowers that are not Karen's favorite. This time Karen did not bring anything, only carrying a piece of invitation card that she deliberately wanted to give herself to Ray. He rang the doorbell, and a young woman opened the door with her bright slender face. Kamala?! Inner Karen.

“Nona Karen?” kamala asked a little surprised.

Karen took off her sunglasses. “Excuse me, can I meet with Ray?” karen asked doubtfully.

“Ray .. I mean Om Ray, working in his office,” Kamala replied misbehaving.

Karen's heart flinched when she heard Kamala just call Ray's name, like two familiar people. In fact, they are adrift by ten years of age which should make Kamala reluctant to be near Ray.

“Work? Ray is working now?”

Kamala nodded, slightly offended by Karen's response. “What can I help you with, Miss Karen?” ask Kamala.

Karen smiled wryly, then took a breath as if preparing to open her mouth.

“By the way, why are you here?” karen asked after a long period of hesitation. “What is your relationship with my ex-husband?”