The Mystery of Lost Memory
Kamala

“Where can I meet my father?” ray asked, with a feeling of excitement, hoping to be reunited with his parents soon.

One of them immediately pulled out his phone, but instead of providing information about Sergio's whereabouts, he handed over his phone so that Ray could read a short message on the phone screen.

The brief message appealed to all gang members to start tracking down Kamala Rudi, who was allegedly in one of the villas belonging to the White family.

In addition to owning a villa business empire, the White family also became gang leaders working through underground lanes for conglomerates, particularly the Rudi Bruggman family. This fact was only known to Ray, after one of the thugs explained to him. Although he is Sergio White's only child, Ray has never been interested in his family's business and has struggled to grow on his own feet.

And tonight, all his selfishness and idealism was broken by Sergio's help. If his father hadn't saved, Ray might have become a curious corpse with a lasting grudge against Martin Willis.

“What should we do, Mister?” asked the man, who had been standing obediently beside Ray.

“What's your name?”

“Adam, Sir,”

Although his body was painful and battered, Ray still tried to get up with the help of Adam. He helps Ray by carrying his body so that Ray can stand up straight in front of the twenty thugs who are still standing bowing before him.

“I'm sure he won't take Kamala to far away,” Ray said. “Spread all members to search to any nearest villa from the port. I'm sure he's in one of those villas over there,”

Adam exclaimed, and as soon as possible ordered his men to start moving. One by one the black sedan began to drive away, according to the intrusion of Ray. And now there's only one car left, with Ray and Adam still in place.

“Master, I'd better take you to the nearest hospital,” Adam's advice, worried about Ray's battered body condition.

Ray, who had been unable to stand for long, chose to sit back. He groaned a little, holding his chest and alternating to his stomach as well as other areas of his body. Everything hurts, spreads flat and feels fair. Fair to a pain based on jealousy.

Then Ray nodded, taking Adam's advice unconditionally. Both of them rushed to the nearest clinic or hospital, so that Ray could be treated immediately. But during the trip, Ray doesn't stop warning Adam to give him news if Kamala has been found.

***

Kamala shrieked, when she found herself covered in nothing and cold. He wrapped his body, tightly hugging himself with a trembling body. I don't know how long she's been unconscious, but Kamala remembers Eros' depraved behavior on her. Blindly, Kamala roared as hard as she could, hoping for help.

Eros, who realized that Kamala was awake, rushed into the room while carrying a pair of long dresses. He gave her the dress, which was met with a loud pat by Kamala. The young woman chose not to get dressed, rather than to receive a helping hand from Eros.

“Why are you, dear Mala?” Eros smiled as she looked at Kamala's hysterical and fearful response.

“Away from me, you devil!!” hardik Kamala, hugged her body more tightly.

Eros just laughed. “Mala, why are you cynical about me? Though I planted a seed in your womb,”

Kamala roared again, but this time she covered her ears, hoping to no longer hear every word that came out of Eros' dirty mouth.

Eros moved forward, about to approach Kamala. But the young woman was again hysterical, throwing anything near her reach. But Eros, as a man, is certainly not easily daunted just by the form of resistance from a desperate woman like Kamala. He had now climbed onto the bed, soon reaching for Kamala's body.

Braakk!

Their bedroom door was slammed, so hard, that it felt like the wall behind the door could collapse if not built with a strong foundation. Now there stood two thugs of Ray's emissary, full of wrathful faces and ready to finish Eros into dust.

Eros was confused, about to fight, but whatever the power, he would not be able to overcome the two big men. Eros was beaten on the spot, while Kamala still hugged her undressed body.

Then his gaze caught Ray's figure rushing into the room with a wide piece of cloth that Ray immediately threw all over Kamala's body. Without saying much, the man led Kamala down from the bed and left from there.

“You are safe now,” said Ray, along the way they exited the villa.

“Don't kill him, Ray,” hold Kamala. “I don't want you to go to jail because of me,”

Ray smiled thinly. “He didn't deserve to be killed. He must bear the shame of his whole life,”

Ray releases Kamala's hand, darting quickly back inside the villa, with Adam behind him. Ray's heart was beating fast, his anger was already erupting against Eros.

The young man had been battered, beg for mercy and kowtow to Ray who had just entered. But Ray actually kicked back Eros face, as hard as it was and maybe one of Eros's teeth was broken made.

“I'll make sure you stay in jail, and your family won't have another heir,” threatened Ray, no kidding.

Eros immediately knelt down, hugging one of Ray's legs with a regretful cry.

“Please let me go! I'm sorry, I'll be responsible!” raung Eros's.

Ray kicks him back, until Eros falls backward.

“You think it'll all be done by marrying Kamala? And what do you think, I'll let you marry Kamala?” lick Ray. “There's nowhere better for you than prison,”

There was the cry of Eros, full of demands as well as anger. Ray remained firm on his stance. He's gonna put Eros in jail.

“Ray, how?” kamala asked, on their way home.

“All are already worried, you do not need to worry,” said Ray, do not dare to look straight into the eyes of Kamala.

Kamala, who noticed the battered scars all over Ray's body, began to feel anxious and without her knowing it, had touched one of the wounds on Ray's forehead.

“What happened?” Kamala continued to trace every trace of the wound on Ray's face.

Ray shook his head, trying not to worry Kamala.

“Why did you get this, Ray? Is this all Eros?”

“He's nothing more than a cotton swab for me,”

“Then?” Kamala seemed very firm on her stance. He keeps forcing Ray to give him an excuse.

But Ray was silent. The man actually covered Kamala's body with a jacket that he had taken off.

“Worry about yourself,”

A speck of tears immediately trickled down Kamala's left eye patch, as she was glued into Ray's swollen eyes. I don't know what happened, but Kamala felt that all the misfortune that happened to Ray was his act.

“Why are you crying?” ray asked confusedly.

“Every time I meet you, you are always battered,” isak Kamala. “Do I have the right to continue treating you like this?”

Unexpectedly, Ray grabs one of Kamala's hands. He held the hand tightly, with a stern look.

“There's nothing you need to worry about. We face it all together,”