The Mystery of Lost Memory
The Disclosed Sunscreen

“Give me proof, Martin. Prove if we are really married,” pinta Karen.

Martin, who was originally passionate and grabbed his wife's body, slowly began to move away. His passion had evaporated away somewhere, and replaced the unpleasant feeling that seemed like he wanted to vomit. The feeling of being hurt due to his unrequited passion.

“What do you want, Karen? What kind of proof?” ask Martin, trying to stay patient.

“Anything! Evidence that can convince me,” replied Karen with a high tone. “Maybe our wedding photos,”

Martin seemed to be silently thinking. Then she walked up to her wallet on Karen's dresser, took out a worn photo and showed it to Karen. There Karen could see him and Martin sitting side by side, each holding a glass of wine and laughing happily. Martin also wrapped the left side of his hand to Karen's shoulder.

“I don't bring our wedding photos to this house, but I always keep our first photos in my wallet,” Martin recalled with a smile.

Karen held the photo, watching it deeply. Every angle, texture and even stain attached to a piece of worn photo was also not spared from his sharp vision. Karen researched anything, anything that could bring her back to get her memories.

Martin pulled Karen's body to face him. “You know I love you so much, Karen. Why do you still doubt me?” martin protested with a sad look.

Karen looked worried. “I'm sorry, Martin. But this loss of my memory really makes me dizzy. Imagine you are me, where all you remember is your own name,”

“I know,” Martin clasped Karen's hands tightly together. “But these are all forms of our efforts to heal you. The doctor is still trying to find the best way for you to heal, darling,” please Martin with teary eyes.

Karen couldn't chimed in, other than just staring apologetically into Martin's face. While continuing to look at Martin, Karen clasped tightly onto the worn-out photo. He suddenly cried out, I don't know what he was thinking.

“Martin, if we can take a photo of both of us, there must be a photo of us, right?” suddenly Karen.

Martin's raut transformed from sad to a little tense after hearing Karen's question. He straightened his body, his thick and sharp eyebrows converging into one, between annoyed and confused.

“What is the importance, dear?”

“It's important!” exclaim Karen. “I feel ... I feel like I have a strong bond with the person who is aiming at us, Martin! Who her? Please,” whine Karen, don't despair.

Martin closed his eyes, took a breath and exhaled loudly. Somehow Karen really has a surge of emotions that explode, like fireworks.

“I'll tell you, but on one condition,” Martin said.

“What?”

“You will serve me tonight,” pinta Martin. He wants to resume the strong passion that had originally arisen, before Karen suddenly interrupted.

Karen bit her lip, worried not playing. In addition to remembering nothing but her own name, Karen also still hesitates about the status of her marriage to Martin. To imagine spending all night with a man who is suddenly foreign to her, is a scary thing. But Karen also did not want to disappoint Martin. What if Martin was really her husband?

“Alright .. “ reply Karen in the end.

Martin smiled intently, pulling back the worn-out photos that Karen continued to hold.

“This photo ... was taken by .. Sierra,” Martin grinned, looking very happy to have managed to prank Karen.

An upset Karen immediately hit Martin's shoulder many times, although it certainly did not have any effect on the large-bodied Martin. Then the two of them got into a heated quarrel in bed, with Karen who just resigned to obey the great passion of Martin.

* * *

“This is breakfast, Miss Karen,” Sierra said, putting a plate of toast complete with her companion, in front of Karen.

“Your sleep was good last night, honey?” asked Martin who looked very excited on a sunny Sunday morning.

“Yes, very sound. After you beat up for two nights,” grumbled Karen was upset.

Martin who was unexpected with Karen's answer, immediately laughed loudly, out loud, happy amazing. Even Sierra who was washing dishes also contracted Martin's laughter.

Sierra looked confused and nervous. “T-but Mr. .. “

“Nothing, Sierra. Anyway, you're my only friend here,” said Karen, agreeing with Martin's advice.

So after getting the approval of his two employers, Sierra shyly sat down to join Martin and Karen. His eyes clandestinely glanced at Martin, and the two also stared at each other for a few seconds.

“After breakfast I have to go back, Honey,” Martin said.

“Why is it fast?” ask Karen to protest.

Martin smiled. “Yes, the trip to the city is quite far, five hours. So I have to save my energy for work tomorrow,”

Karen scowled, looking unacceptable, but also unable to do anything.

“Oh yes, Sierra. I've asked people to bring you a few sets of clothes for you and Karen. Maybe later afternoon comes,” Martin told Sierra.

Sierra nodded obediently, covering his chewing mouth to make it more polite. Karen who heard the conversation, her forehead immediately wrinkled.

“For what?” saith.

“Sure, Dear. It's in the village and they don't have any branded clothes to sell. I deliberately bought it from a special city for you,” Martin timpal full of affection.

After he finished eating, Sierra hurriedly got up and picked up a small tray he had prepared beforehand. There was already a capsule and a glass of water, which Sierra was ready to give to Karen.

“Time to take the medicine, Miss,” Sierra handed the little tray to Karen.

Karen took the capsule, watched it, then looked at Martin and Sierra in turn. The two people looked impatiently waiting for Karen to immediately down the capsule. So with one breath, Karen swallowed the capsule and immediately drank until it ran out. Martin seemed to smile in satisfaction, making sure Karen swallowed the capsule.

“I have to go now,” saying goodbye Martin, rise to his feet and bring his important necessities.

After witnessing the scene of Karen taking her medicine, Martin rushes off with two bodyguards and one driver. And now Sierra, alone with Karen, lives in the woods far from the settlement. The large luxury house, despite having many facilities, will still feel lonely considering only Karen and Sierra alone live in it.

“Nona, this mumpung is still morning, I will go down to the market to shop for our food needs,” Sierra permission after Martin's car leaves.

“OK, please,” says Karen.

“Will Miss come with me? Or alone at home? Because I'll bring the car, Miss,”

Karen shakes. “No need, just you. I suddenly drowsy,”

So after getting approval from Karen, Sierra immediately rushed to ride the car provided by Martin, to the market under the hill. Karen watches Sierra's departure until the woman's car disappears. After Sierra actually left, Karen ran very fast changing her long clothes, to be more casual with jeans, sweaters and t-shirts. He also did not forget to wear a hat to disguise his appearance.

Although Karen is considered the wife of a wealthy young master like Martin Willis, in fact Martin did not leave a penny for Karen. All the necessities are prepared by Sierra, and Karen can't hold her own money. This is enough evidence for Karen, that Martin's attitude is strange.

Karen really ran away this time. Although, he left a small note on the refrigerator door for Sierra, that he only took a short walk behind the house. But Karen continued to drive, away from the luxurious house, towards the source of the rushing river water behind the house quite far. And when Karen managed to find a deep rushing river, without much thought, Karen desperately plunged into it.

The byurr!!!

The sound of Karen's body pounding the swift water of the river was quite loud, but of course no one heard it. Karen's head is dizzy. Very dizzy, and various kinds of pieces of events flashed inside his head, alternating irregularly. Karen kept her body in the water. New thing Karen knows, lucky she can swim proficiently. That deep clear river became the place where Karen was trying to regain her memories. And when she felt satisfied and began to run out of breath, Karen began to rise to the surface. His mouth opened, gasping for fresh oxygen in the open air. Then Karen swam freestyle to the edge of a nearby river.

Karen's body was completely wet, cold. Trudgingly he tried to walk to find a warm place, in his wet clothes. His hands clenched tightly, shivering with coldness but there was still anger that kept his face looking hot.

“Fuck you, Martin!!” karen shouted, holding her head. “Restore Ray, my husband, damn it!!” very hard and desperate.

Karen was crying hysterically, hitting hard on the ground below, with a sick heart and a shivering body.