The Mystery of Lost Memory
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Martin looked at Ray with a sneering look. But unlike Martin who looks childish, Ray can fully master his own anger. He kept smiling wisely, shook Karen's hand and then came down from the altar while not forgetting to hold Kamala's hand. Karen glanced at Martin upset, as her husband overreacted to her ex-husband. But it seems Martin doesn't care about Karen's annoyed look.

After finishing the wedding reception for almost four hours, Martin and Karen finally rest in one of the most luxurious rooms in the five-star hotel where the reception was held. Martin can't wait to spend the night with Karen, who looks so beautiful in her choice of white wedding dress.

When Karen cleaned her makeup in front of the dresser, Martin, who had been overcome by burning passion, immediately kissed Karen's neck, not allowing his wife to change clothes first.

“I want you to keep wearing it, Honey,” Martin's tease. “You're so beautiful tonight,” She grabbed Karen's body in her arms, which seemed to be a hassle because her long white dress was unraveling to the floor.

“Let me change first, Martin,”

“Do not,” prevent Martin. “I want to rule your body tonight, with the dress you still wear,”

***

“Basic human demon!” kamala, throwing his high heels carelessly.

She and Ray have finished playing the drama as a loving couple at the wedding of Karen and Martin Willis. But never expected by Kamala, Martin's sly reaction to Ray, who had been ready to forgive the man. Now the two of them have come out of the luxury hotel where the event was held, and sit together to eat at a minimarket located not far from the hotel.

“If I were you, I would have killed that man!” Kamala was still filled with anger. Even so, he also still craved eating cup noodles in front of him.

Ray just laughed out loud seeing the furious reaction from Kamala. “At least your parents were fooled, right? That means, you won't be forced to marry an unknown person,”

Kamala stopped her eating activities, in order to look at Ray with a disappointed look.

“So, nothing happened between us?” tanyanya expectantly.

Ray looked at him confused. “What does it mean?”

“What, you really don't put any flavor on me?” kamala asked once again, full of confidence to express her love for Ray.

“Kamala, listen to me,” Ray arranged his sitting position so that he could have a serious talk with Kamala. “You are very young. Your future is still very long. Don't waste your time liking a widower like me. Just finish your college and marry the rich handsome guy out there,”

Kamala pouted at Ray's advice. “But I want to marry you, Ray,”. “Even my papa likes you too, right? Nothing is stopping us!”

“I!” sambar Ray's. “I, who hinder us. I don't want to, period,” Ray crossed both hands, a sign giving Kamala a stern warning to retreat.

Kamala once again frowned, now combined with an indistinct grunt, while finishing her cold food.

“Pick the meal, I'll take you home,” tell Ray to cuek.

“Neventless. I can go home by myself,” reject Kamala, turn ketus. Ray's refusal to succeed offended him severely.

“You angry?” sindir Ray, glanced at Kamala with a hold of laughter. “Bocil, you are angry, yes,”

“Ngak!” sahut Kamala, ketus. “Don't call me Bocil, Om!”

The two of them stared at each other, as if fighting each other face-to-face and letting each other's eyes attack each other. And in the midst of the tension, a young man who looked the same age as Kamala, walked up to Kamala. The man then patted Kamala's shoulder gently, which Kamala spontaneously saw.

“Eros?” kamala shouted, half screaming.

The man smiled widely, then gently stroked Kamala's head. Ray frowned, not recognizing the young man.

“K-why are you here?” kamala asked, looking nervous.

Eros, the young man, pulled up another chair to sit in with Ray and Kamala. He looked at Ray with his friendly face.

“Dia .. “ Kamala cut her speech. “He's an employee of Papa,”

Eros looks mangosteen and relieved when he finds out about Ray's identity. Then he extended his hand.

“I Eros, Mala's boyfriend,”.

Ray widened. He looked at Kamala and Eros in turn. The difference in the look of their faces made Ray a little confused. Eros looked very proud and puffed his chest to look cool in front of Ray, while Kamala's face was pale.

“She's your boyfriend?” ask Ray to make sure.

Kamala replied with a nod of doubt. But Eros just pulled Kamala's shoulder into his arms.

“Let me drive Mala home, Om,” Eros permission. “Iya, right, Mala?” Then he turned to Kamala as if asking for approval.

Ray continued to pay attention, Kamala's face paled, although the girl seemed to nod in resignation. He started putting his cell phone in and tidying up his bag.

“Today I will go home with Eros,” Kamala said after a long silence.

“You sure?” Ray begins to be suspicious of Kamala's countenance which contrasts with the words on her lips.

“What the fuck, anyway, Om? Kamala told me it was like that!” tegur Eros is not happy. “He's your boss's son, you know,”

Instead of retreating, Ray just advanced forward. “I was assigned to look after Kamala,” said Ray softly and intimidatingly.

“I'll be home with Eros. You go home, Ray,” stop Kamala.

With a heavy heart, Ray lets Kamala go with Eros whom he says is his girlfriend. But Ray's eyes kept watching the shadow of Kamala and Eros hand in hand, until both of them disappeared from his view.

“Job!”

Eros pushed Kamala's body as hard as he could, until the girl hit Eros' car body. She held onto her grieving cheek from the hard slap from Eros.

“Who was that guy, huh! You are now teasing om-om, huh?” ask Eros while pulling Kamala's hair as tight as possible.

Kamala whimpered in pain, trying hard to shake her head.

“Keep why is he possessive of you? Don't play games, yeah! You are mine, Mala!”

Eros slapped Kamala's cheek again, making her even more bitter. Even Eros's hand stamp imprints a reddish patch on Kamala's pale cheeks. The young woman cried, moaning in pain holding her cheek.

Then Eros advanced. This time he clutched hard at the blazer Kamala was wearing to cover his cold body. Eros forced open the blazer, which made Kamala's sleeveless dress slightly visible.

“Why are you dancing and being this beautiful just to meet an employee, Mala?” Eros began to wander Kamala's upper body.

Kamala continued to cry and whimper. “Not, not so. I just attended a wedding,”

“Do not lie!” Eros is back with Kamala's hair. “Your mouth is completely unbelievable, Mala,”

Kamala shakes. “I'm not lying, I did go to the party,”

Like a possessed person, this time Eros began to grip Kamala's neck. “Say once again, or I will .. “

“What will?” cut off Ray, who suddenly stood behind Eros. The man's gaze was sharp and furious. A look Kamala had never seen before.