The Mystery of Lost Memory
Mature Plan

(Five days before the Sierra Threat)

Martin was lying helplessly limp, after stuttering Karen for two innings tonight. He fell asleep, next to Karen who was just bored, but still quite able to just go to the bathroom and put her pajamas back neatly. Karen stared at Martin's sleeping face beside her, with an erratic floating mind. As Martin always repeated, he was Karen's husband. The two of them are a couple who love each other, and are inseparable.

The doctrine was always plugged into Karen's suggestion as long as they spent the weekend together, while Karen never missed taking the capsule. However, for some reason, in the depths of her heart, Karen was not happy. Her little heart asked to be ever vigilant when she was next to Martin, her husband.

Unable to sleep, Karen decided to explore their large room which was 5x9. Karen looked around every corner, opening every drawer, but she found nothing interesting but her fancy brand clothes. He hoped to find something that could help him find an object that could recover his memories, but not a single one was found. The super-large luxury house feels cold and empty, although from the outside it makes anyone amazed.

But in the midst of his search, there was a conspicuous drawer, because among the many luxurious golden drawers, the drawer was precisely pale yellow. Karen bows her head peeking at Martin, just in case the man wakes up. But it looks like Martin's energy has been drained by his own game, so Karen feels safe to approach the drawer.

In one pull, the drawer instantly opened without effort. But within it seemed to be nothing, and the desperate Karen could only grope in despair.

“What is this?” karen whispered to herself, with widened eyes, as her palm unintentionally felt something strange from the surface in an empty drawer.

Karen continued to feel and feel, until she finally found the fact that something was hidden behind it. Looks like the drawer was designed to have some sort of camouflage to outwit people. When Karen opened very slowly the surface covering, she was surprised to see a small black gun with a few bullets beside it.

Karen gaped, surprised beyond measure. He then turned his head back to make sure Martin was still in his bed. Hurry up Karen took the gun and the bullet, kept it in her pajamas. He closed the drawer again after arranging it as usual. Panicked Karen quickly hid the gun behind a pile of clothes.

* * *

After a tense dinner alone with Sierra, Karen decides to go back to her room. Tonight. Yeah, well, there's no time, because Karen has to get out of this house and see Ray. So tonight, inevitably, he must realize his grand plan. He's gonna threaten Sierra with Martin's gun he accidentally found in a drawer.

For several days Karen had been observing Sierra's habits during her stay with him. The woman will clean the house after dinner, then take a bath and rest in her room located on the lower floor. Karen did not rush to see Sierra, as she had to patiently wait for about thirty minutes until Sierra was done with her work and took a bath.

Half an hour later, Karen who was peering from upstairs could see Sierra heading to her own room to take a bath. Karen hid the gun in her pajamas, and quietly descended one by one the stairs. She pressed her earlobes against Sierra's bedroom door, and after hearing Sierra's activity in the bathroom, Karen unhesitatingly walked inside Sierra's door. He didn't forget to lock that door.

* * *

“Tell me everything, or I shoot you in the head,” threatened Karen, pointing the gun right at the sleeping Sierra temple.

Sierra's heart seemed to jump from its place, shockingly overwhelming. His reflexes raised both of his hands, with the choking breath that he had unnoticed, he had held his breath.

“Sit!” snapped Karen, holding up her gun.

Sierra, according to the angle, began to rise slowly to not make Karen angry and accidentally pulled off the trigger of the gun.

“A-what does Miss want?” ask Sierra in fear.

“I won't hurt you, as long as you can be frank with me,”

Sierra timidly glanced at Karen, who, though only a glance, could see Karen seemed shrouded in anger and despair.

Karen glared sharply, undaunted and not even shaking at all even though she was pointing a real gun right at Sierra's head.

“What really happened? Why am I here?”

“As Mr. Martin has already explained .. “

“Where's Ray?” sela Karen fast. “Where does Martin hide my husband, Ray?” carol Karen.

Sierra's eyes widen, as he begins to realize that Karen has regained her lost memory. Suddenly Sierra stuttered, without him noticing. His eyes twitched, shockingly incredible. He thought, Martin has planned everything carefully. She thinks Karen's gonna be stuck here forever.

“Nona ... what it means .. “

“Don't call me Miss!” karen shouted, snapping right next to Sierra's ears.

Sierra's shoulders jumped up, not expecting Karen to scream that loud.

“I know you know me before, and I know you're Martin's secretary, not his maid. Please stop pretending, Sierra .. “

Sierra bites his lips, an incredible embarrassment after Karen flayed his lie with Martin. But he can't do anything about it, with Karen holding a gun and the two of them trapped in the middle of the forest.

“Sierra, please. I just want you to tell me where Ray is,” said Karen in despair. “I'll lower this gun if you want to cooperate,”

Sierra's not budging.

“Sierra, please, I miss my husband. If you know what it's like to love someone, you should know how I feel .. “ Karen's whine, trying to melt Sierra's hard heart.

Karen knew Sierra wouldn't just melt away, because her loyalty to Martin was so great. So this is the only way of violence with weapons like this, the only way for Sierra to open his voice.

“Karen, I'm sorry .. “ Slowly Sierra stood up, with two hands still raised in the air.

Karen continued to be vigilant, the stronger she aimed her gun at Sierra. He follows Sierra's footsteps, who deliberately wants to confront him.

“I'm sorry for lying to you. But you know who I am, and who Martin is,” Sierra said. “We ... won't give up just like that,”

With lightning-fast movements, Sierra managed to turn things around, and somehow, the gun was now in Sierra's hands. Karen is overwhelmed, but a smiling Sierra starts pointing the gun at Karen.

“I know, someone like you could never have held a gun,” Sierra said triumphantly. “And now you lose,”