The Mystery of Lost Memory
Help from the Sky

“Do you think I can't kill him, Karen?” martin asked with a bloodthirsty look. “Easy for me to eliminate poor men like Ray,”

Karen shook her head, rejecting everything Martin said. He continues to rebel, shouting, asking that Ray be released. Now Ray is getting battered, without being able to fight because two men have held his body firmly, and three other people take turns punching Ray's body.

“Please, Martin,” whining Karen, clenching her hands together. “Please, release Ray. I'll do anything, as long as you want to take it off,”

Instead of being happy with Karen's offer, Martin was even more muntab. She clutches both of Karen's cheeks, closing in until their noses meet each other.

“I don't need that, Karen. Since you are already mine,” Martin replied. “But I'm not happy to see someone else touch mine,”

“You misunderstood, Martin! Nothing happened between us. I'm just trying to help Ray .. “

Karen could not continue, because now, Martin increasingly dragged her away and into the black sedan car owned by Martin parked far enough behind. The man exerted all his strength to attract Karen, with darkened eyes of jealousy and fear.

From a distance, Karen could see the five big men carrying Ray's limp body, getting into one of the mini vans. Karen wept loudly, called Ray by name, and prayed in her heart to keep him alive.

“Log in!” Bam! Martin closed the car door as hard as he could, locking Karen in there.

His wife continued to cry, and the shadow of Ray's death continued to appear behind her swollen eyelids. After catching up to get in the car, Martin slightly choked Karen in the neck, filled with anger that had peaked at the threshold of her patience.

“One more time you shed tears for him, I will make sure he dies without anyone knowing,” Martin threatened.

Slowly Karen lowered her crying voice. He dared not move, afraid that Martin's hand would further strangle his neck, if he moved an inch.

“You .. “ With his limitations, whose fear and desire to keep helping Ray, made Karen able to get her words back out despite being stuck in the esophagus.

“You have ruined my life with Ray, and now .. you still want to finish him for no reason,” Stammered Karen chose every word she wanted to say, in hopes that Martin would not further strangle her neck.

Martin's eyeballs widened, a brownish-black venting of anger. Instead of strangling Karen, he now stroked her hair.

“You must know, dear,” said Martin. “Once be mine, will continue to be mine forever,”

***

Ray has no power left. He fell, limp, and thudded on the rigors of the hot asphalt. The numbness of the torture and the blows of the big men no longer make Ray in pain, because now his body seems to float. He could not even fight back when Martin's men were carrying his bloodied body into their mini-van.

And when Ray opened his eyes, all he saw was his body sitting tied to his arms and legs. His vision was blurry, dizzy, and a little sore when his sweat accidentally went down freely on the shattered part with an open wound.

The longs came an old man, with a well-built body and a big smile, approaching Ray. The man laughed loudly, making sure every corner of Ray's wound would not dry out or heal quickly.

The man slapped Ray's cheeks slowly, continuing to widen his smile. It was as if every corner of the wound on Ray's body, was spirit and joy to him.

“And now, he asks me to finish you slowly,” I am the old man.

“But I will give you one chance,”. “I'll let you breathe a sigh of relief today. Tomorrow, I'll start torturing you slowly,”

Ray could not respond, because even when he wanted to blink, the rest of his body was also throbbing pain. His gaze was blurred, covered with his own blood and sweat mixed into one. Ray knew he was going to die, slowly, as Martin wanted. But, if only one miracle had come for him, he would have made sure, Martin lost everything.

Braakk!!

The iron door of the shabby warehouse where Ray was, was suddenly forcefully smashed and shattered into shambles, as five black sedan cars barged in at blinding speed, crashing into anyone who was blocking their way.

Jim, the old man, who had been chatting with Ray earlier, was shocked not to play. He didn't expect that there would be any strangers who would know about this hideout. So he shouted, ordering all his men to come forward.

The five black sedans were parked haphazardly, with many well-built men in all-black outfits coming out from there, full of wrath and banging tools in their hands. There were about twenty more men now gathered, forming a barricade in front of Jim, while putting on a fierce and wrathful face.

Jim gulped, started to get scared. The number of his men who were only five people, certainly could not face twenty savages, who seemed to thirst for blood. And it didn't take long, the men yelled, came forward and kicked Jim's men without mercy.

Jim was about to escape, but managed to get caught by one of them, and was beaten all out, just like their actions against Ray, five on one.

The tragedy of the fight did not last long, due to an unbalanced number. After successfully defeating Jim's men, they collect them into one, tied together. Then one of them advanced, immediately unwinding in Ray's body. Spontaneously, the twenty-plus big men bowed in front of Ray, cheering as if Ray was their master.

“Pardon our delay, Mr. Ray White,” said one of them, bowing respectfully to Ray.

With blurred eyes and a body full of wounds, Ray sat back on the chair, looking at the entire savage army. Then his gaze was fixed on the one person who untied him earlier.

“How do you know where I am?” asked Ray, confused.

The man bowed back. “Martin Willis is indeed a foolish man, sir. He finished off the Lord in our dominion,”

Ray sighed, and exhaled, with great relief. All the coincidences that gave him a chance to live, which at once became a sign from God, that he had to make Martin fall.

“Mr Sergio wants to see you, Mister,” Once again the man said, after giving a pause for Ray.

Ray's heart throbbed once, when he heard the name Sergio called. Sergio White, his father, whom he had not seen in years, since he had defied his marriage to Karen. Sergio never agreed to Ray and Karen's marriage, because he thought Karen was just a beautiful woman who would destroy Ray's life. And now, Sergio's whole talk is proven.

“Where should I see my father?” ray asked, with a thumping chest and a burst of excitement for his longing for the father.