The Mystery of Lost Memory
The Angry that Is Stirred

“Fuck you, Martin!!” karen's screams were loud, loud, but hurt.

She hit him on the head several times with her palms, crying hysterically with her hair and clothes soaking wet. After being satisfied enough to curse Martin, Karen limped to hide a little, under a tree, with the intention of keeping her body warm.

“Ray .. Ray .. “ muttered Karen, calling one name Ray constantly with tears flooding in her eyes.

Then she cried. He lowered his head, hugging his own body which continued to chill until it trembled. The missing pieces of memory from Karen's memory slowly begin to return, after she decides to pretend to take Sierra's medication. One by one pieces of memories that she had previously forgotten, came to the surface, making her heart ache as she recalled Ray White, her husband.

“Ray ... Where are you? Help me, Ray,” Karen groaned, don't stop crying. His lips were shivering with incredible coldness.

Karen's starting to realize one thing, she's not a victim here. Ray, her husband, is the victim of Martin's savagery, and Karen's greed for lust and passion. If only Karen had not crossed the boundary line of her marriage to Ray, if Karen had not responded to all the persuasions of Martin, and dozens if Karen now regretted as hard as she could, he wanted to hit his head back on something harder.

“I'm sorry, Ray .. “ isak Karen.

Karen could clearly see the bright smile on Ray's face for the last time when she met Karen. How Ray is so grateful for the fortune they both get, how Ray is always patient and never demanding even though Karen never get pregnant, and how Ray always prides Karen on all her co-workers. And now all that's left is regret, without Karen knowing, whether Ray's alive or not. But in the depths of her heart, Karen wished Ray well and Martin would not have eliminated her husband.

“K-you again?!” exclaim someone.

Karen was aghast, instantly standing up even though her body was still trembling withstanding the cold. He found a young man who was carrying firewood, standing surprised at the drenched Karin.

“A-what are you doing here?” scold the man.

Karen who had started to be able to control herself, walked up to the young man. “Antar me to the old woman who helped me at that time,” pinta Karen with a face very intimidating and full of anger.

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After successfully convincing the young man, finally with the help of the man, Karen now managed to get in front of the house of the old woman who had helped him. The woman's house was located quite far from the center of the village, making it safe for Karen to visit. The house is very simple, with a chimney where the combustion leftovers from firewood used for cooking. The old woman who turned out to be named Margaret welcomed Karen like an old friend, even her look was very relieved when she knew Karen was still healthy and fine after desperately plunging from a rushing river.

“What really happened, Son?” ask Margaret after giving a change of clothes to Karen's wet clothes.

“My life is ruined,” replied Karen floating.

When Karen had finished changing clothes, Margaret served a bowl of warm pumpkin soup to remove the cold effects of Karen's body.

“A jerk guy locked me in that mansion, and lied saying I'm his wife,”

Margaret gaped at Karen's explanation. “K-why can he lock you in there? Didn't your family look for it?”

Karen shakes. “The man manipulated my husband,” When he remembered Ray, Karen had her tears back in her eyes.

“I was wrong too, Mar. I have betrayed my husband's loyalty to having an affair with that jerk,” sobs Karen, covering her face with a palm to hold back the embarrassment.

“And the jerk forced me to take some kind of medicine that could erase my memory of my own husband,” The crying of Karen broke even more, matching the shock in Margaret's mind.

“I know a little about the family of the owner of the mansion, Son,” I'm Margaret after Karen's crying reduced.

“The luxurious house has stood for quite a long time, and lived alternately by descendants of Wilis. Usually they come only to bring deposits, or hide themselves when there are problems,” continued Margaret.

Karen had stopped crying, listening carefully to Margaret's story.

“What I know, right now who often visits the house is the grandson of Mark Willis, who seems to be your fake husband,”

Karen knows nothing about Martin and his family. Because his relationship with Martin is purely on the basis of passionate and unstoppable, and it seems that neither he nor Martin care about their respective affairs. But all she knows is that Ray, her husband, works for one of Martin's family companies.

“Citizens here no one dares to deal with the Willis, Son,” Margaret continues her story. “Because although it is rarely occupied, the existence of the Willis family luxury home is quite a big impact on the economy of this small village,”

Margaret stood up, lifting her ripe bread from the oven. Then after arranging neatly on the plate, he presented it to Karen.

“So if you ask the help of citizens to escape, I don't think anyone will dare to help you,” Margaret added.

“So what should I do, Mar? I can't live forever locked up here. I have to see my husband. I have to make sure my husband is alive!” Karen was about to cry, before Margaret clasped her hands tightly together.

“That can help you only yourself, Son,” Margaret said. “I think you should keep pretending you don't remember anything, then make plans,”

“If I keep doing that, Martin will imprison me even more here,”

“You must think of what ways can force Martin to take you back to the city,”

Karen remained silent. He thought hard, having gotten many brilliant ideas from Margaret.

“You can rest here as long as they haven't looked for you, son,” Margaret prepared a small, warm bed for Karen to occupy.

“Mar .. “ call Karen, who successfully stopped the steps of Margaret who was about to go behind the house.

“Why do you want to help me?” ask Karen.

Margaret smiled warmly, as warm as her modest little home. “Nothing means anything to me now, son. I think it would not hurt if I helped someone who really needed help,”, said Margaret, who again calmed Karen's heart.

After a long period of thought while immersing herself in Margaret's thick, fragrant blanket, Karen began to think of a grand plan. And behind his plan, Karen also promised to repay all Margaret's kindness if she succeeded in destroying Martin Willis to the most basic end.