The Mystery of Lost Memory
Madness Eros

Martin's breath is hunting. He hastily hides behind his car, as Ray's car quickly slides away from campus. Although he was being overwhelmed with anger that had boiled in his crown, Martin did not want to be rash. He wanted to know, to what extent Ray dared to snatch Karen from him.

“How dare to take away people's wives .. “ Martin murmured, swearing alone in his car, with both eyes still constantly attached to the tail of Ray's car.

“Ray, we have to go to the police station,” advises Karen, tighten the seat belt because now Ray is driving very brutally.

Ray shakes. “I have to tell Marsel, personal assistant Rudi Bruggman,”

“Why?” ask Karen, I don't understand.

“More secure if tell his father. Surely he had a thousand plans to find Kamala,” guess Ray, who was greeted with an agreed nod from Karen.

“By the way,” Ray turned to Karen for a moment. “Why are you following me?”

Because of his panic earlier, Ray even to not realize if Karen followed until sitting in the passenger seat next to him now. And when he realized it, Ray felt, would have bad luck.

“I want to know if Kamala is okay,”

“And your husband won't be okay,” says Ray quickly.

Karen smiled bitterly. “Did you forget that he took me from you?”

Ray smiled, a little cynical. “I've forgotten all my past,”

***

Eros quickly carried Kamala's body to immediately enter the luxury villa on the edge of the city, very far from the residential area. His smile was very wide, feeling victorious for successfully taking Kamala away without anyone knowing.

He laid Kamala on the master bedroom bed, on her back with her mouth still covered in cloth. Eros stood in front of Kamala who was unconscious, shaking her waist and laughing roaring like a monster that had just gotten its prey.

“At last I got you, Mala .. “ said Eros, echoing on the ceiling of the room, swept away by the chilly air of the villa that penetrated into every crack of the wall there.

***

“Marsel!” shouted Ray, thronged to approach Marsel who stood tensely waiting for him to come.

After realizing that Kamala is missing, Ray hastily calls Marsel, and the man is waiting for Ray to arrive in front of their office building. His voice panicked too.

“What happened?”

“Kamala lost. I'm sure Eros took him away,” Ray replied, saying with a sigh.

“How can you be sure?” Marsel was busy fiddling with his cell phone, contacting everyone.

“Eros is very obsessed with Kamala,” explains Ray. “What should we do, Marsel?”

“We finish by ourselves,” replied Marsel briefly. “Don't until Mr. Rudi finds out his son has been kidnapped,”

“What?” The first word that emerged from Karen, successfully shifted the focus of Marsel.

He instead looked at Ray and Karen, feeling very familiar with Karen and her controversy.

“We accidentally met,” Ray gave an unsolicited excuse. “He wants to make sure Kamala is okay,”

Marsel mangosteen, although he did not fully understand. As a personal assistant who knew many things, the big news between Ray, Karen and Martin had certainly reached his ears. Moreover, Marsel is tasked with investigating Ray's origins, at the behest of his master.

“I'll help,” says Karen is excited. For the first time, he regained his spirit of life and interest, ever since Martin shut down his whole heart and brain just for the sake of a satisfaction.

Although living with Ray is not a treasure and tends to struggle more, but Karen realizes that living like that will not make her easily bored. She is a little grateful to be destined to work around Kamala, where she will surely meet Ray more often.

***

“You're up, Mala?” reprimand Eros, when Kamala's late-goal regains her consciousness.

Kamala panicked, finding herself tied to her feet and hands, in an unfamiliar room. He screamed, rebelled, as he could. Kamala grew even more panicked to hear Eros' thunderous laughter when she saw his panic.

“Quiet, Mala. We are safe now,” said Eros. “Nobody can disturb us,”

“Let go of me, you madman!” Kamala rebelled, spitting on the face of Eros who was approaching her.

Eros wiped his face, for a second then wrath instead of play. He slapped Kamala's right cheek as hard as he could, giving rise to a long-lasting reddish mark. The man then gripped the collar of Kamala's shirt with bulging eyeballs almost out.

“I love you, Mala. Why are you rebelling like this?” shout Eros.

“You do not love me, Eros,” muttered Kamala, annoyed yet helpless. He could only make fun of Eros through his lucky mouth, yet to be silenced.

Eros rounded his eyes. He slammed Kamala's body on the bed, and began to take off his own clothes. Kamala looked very panicked, screaming again as loud as she could, as loud as she could, hoping that someone would hear her scream. But unfortunately, there was only him and Eros inside the secluded large villa. Together with the incitement of the devil that began to penetrate the brain and heart of Eros.

“If I can't have you, at least my seed is in you,” Eros said.

“Don't be crazy!” kamala. His loud yelling caused tremors, indicating the height of his voice had reached the top. If Kamala tried to shout higher, she would lose her voice.

Eros smiled slylyly, starting to climb onto the bed. He elus Kamala's right cheek that was flushed from his own slap.

“This is a gift for you, Mala. As proof of my love for you,”

***

Martin was quite satisfied. After trailing Ray and Karen, he decides to turn around and leave, not to hit Ray directly. He begins to clear his brain, and intends to avenge Ray in a more ruthless way. He cannot tolerate any form of betrayal, whatever the reason.

Martin's car drove on, toward an old, worn-out house that was located quite far from the urban streets. Arriving there, she unhesitatingly broke down the door, walking briskly with a still grim face as she recalled Ray and Karen's expressions. Upon hearing the commotion, a somewhat old man with gray hair came out from inside his room, staring at Martin with a frowning look.

“What are you doing here?” tanyanya.

Martin handed him a photograph, a portrait of Ray and Karen that he had shot earlier. The man looked at the photo Martin had given him, again with a puzzled frowning look.

“Isn't she your wife?” guess the guy.

“Jim, I have a task for you,” pinta Martin, on an old man who turns out to be named Jim.

Jim knitted his eyebrows together, rolling up the collar of his long shirt. From there, a tattoo appears to extend across Jim's entire arm, very convincing if his life is too hard for ordinary people to bear.

“What do you want?” ask Jim.

Martin pulled back the photo, then pointed to Ray. Her sneaky smile was fluffy, terrifying.

“Kill him, whatever happens,” Martin says. “Kill him slowly,”