The Mystery of Lost Memory
Victory of Ray

“Marsel, what else is this?” ray exclaimed, when he realized there was a brief painting in Ray's room this morning.

Marsel hurriedly checked. Then smile meaningfully. “Oh, it looks like the package from Kamala has arrived,” timpalynya.

“Kamala?”

Marsel then tore the cover paper of the painting. An abstract painting with the silhouette of two people looking at each other. Painting with a predominance of reddish blue.

“This is a gift for you, Ray. As well as evidence Kamala can finish her lecture very well,” explained Marsel with a smile continues to expand.

Ray slightly retreated, to better be able to observe the abstract painting. A faint smile fell on her lips, as well as a feeling of pride because Kamala managed to finish her studies perfectly.

“Where is Kamala now? What does that mean, I can already get his new phone number?” ask Ray.

After the wedding is canceled, Kamala decides to stop dealing with Ray as if he disappeared into the earth. Although Ray still works in the office of Kamala's father, the woman still refuses to meet.

And now, after successfully completing the study, Marsel also without hesitation gave the number Kamala to Ray.

“He must be happy to hear your voice,” said Marsel.

Ray blushed, but thin enough for Marsel to notice.

***

Kamala was taking care of her graduation registration, when Ray was standing gallantly in front of her department building this afternoon. The man stood leaning against his body in front of his car, with a big smile that continued to welcome each step of Kamala's foot.

Kamala's eyeballs widened. It felt like she was squealing with joy, as she saw Ray waving towards her. Without hesitation he ran, with his body as if floating.

“Ray,” exciting Kamala happy.

Ray gently stroked Kamala's hair. “Congratulations, yes,”

“What does that mean, I'm a grown woman? Can you hug you?” kamala Tukas.

Ray laughed off. He spread out his arms wide, welcoming Kamala into the fold.

Kamala held Ray very tight. Feeling how warm the hug was, as well as sniffing the scent of Ray's body that made him calm.

Ray kissed Kamala's head. Undeniably, the presence of Kamala into his arms as if it can carry away all the burden that is on Ray's shoulders. Take off one by one like dust.

“What now, I've deserved you to consider as a replacement for Karen?” Karen looked up, without letting go of Ray's embrace.

“What are you talking about, anyway?!” Ray pinched the squash of Kamala's cheeks. “For ever you keep small for me,”

“No problem,” sloth Kamala. “I'm ready to be your little wife,”

They both laughed together. Missing each other, after a long time decided to distance each other and never met.

“How, Ray? Is your plan for revenge going well?” kamala asked, when they were in the car.

Ray smiled. “A little more. A little more I'll win, and we can both go wherever you like,”

“Really?” Kamala blushed. “If I was, I wanted to go wherever you came from,”

Ray laughed and heard Kamala. “Indeed dealing with a little boy like you is embarrassing me,” casual Ray.

***

Sierra stared hatefully at the two figures who had first sat in Paul's office meeting room this afternoon. Even unconsciously his two hands were already clenching tightly, as a form of emotional outlet.

“Mrs Sierra, please sit down,” greet Margaret, secretary Paul.

Before long, Paul's appointed lawyer walked into the room at a quick pace. He without much talk opened the sheet in a document, which seemed very well prepared.

“What do you want?” sierra is impatient.

The lawyer cleared his throat, further confirming the location of his glasses. “I will read out a will from Mr. Paul,”

Sierra glanced at Sophie, deliberately to see the old woman's reaction. 

Looks Sophie continues to hold her joyous smile, very invisible sadness– after her husband's death.

Then Margaret handed out a piece of paper to each one, including Sierra. There were all the assets Paul had.

“I won't say much, Mr and Mrs,” The lawyer started the discussion. “I will be directly on the core of the conversation,”

He opened a document that he had held since. “Master Paul a month ago just sent me to make this will. Willingness for his whole family,”

Sierra was willing to hold his breath just to hear the lawyer's explanation. Even so tense, every movement of the lawyer did not escape Sierra's observation.

“Wait!” Sierra suddenly exclaimed. “Isn't this all too fast? My husband just died yesterday,”

Sophie laughed and kicked the table slowly. “Don't be so good, Sierra!! I know you also want this to happen fast,” hardiknya.

Sierra glaring. “Interest? Isn't that you, huh? I'm still too grieved just to hear this all!” sambar Sierra won't take it. Then he pointed at each of Sophie and Martin. “It is precisely you two who are cruel. Paul was your husband–” Then Sierra stared at Martin. “And he's also your father. Why do you have the heart to speed up the reading of the legacy?”

Martin just silently lowered his head, unable to look at Sierra directly. His heart was quite sore, after leaving Paul– which turned out to be his real father. But he was also quite afraid, if it turns out that the father left all his inheritance only for the son of Sierra.

Sophie kicked the table harder. “Be quiet, cheap lady!!” objurgation. “You shouldn't be here. You should have stayed in your place, as subordinate and gratifying to my husband and son,”

Like being bombarded with bullets, Sierra's head boiled over hearing Sophie's vile pranks. Even the lawyer couldn't even look at Sierra.

Geck, tok!

There was a knock on the door, and Margaret who had somehow suddenly re-entered the room. He stood in the middle, then bowed.

“Pardon has interfered,” Margaret said. “But anyone would like to attend in this discussion,”

Martin and Sierra's necks loomed, full of curiosity as to who was present.

And the curiosity was now replaced by a sense of surprise that almost made fainting. 

The figure of Paul– who sat in a wheelchair, slowly forward assisted Margaret who pushed her chair. The old man looked pale, but was healthy enough for someone who was declared dead.

“Argh!” Sophie squealed loudly, frightened and almost fell in disbelief.

“Sierra,” call Paul in slow voice. Then the man turned to Martin. Now his eyes are full of regret. “I'm sorry, my son,”

“K-you who?!” shout Sophie. “P-Paul should be dead!” 

“Lift hand, Sophie Willis!” Five policemen burst in, and one man rushed to lock Sophie's hand.

“What are you doing?! Let go of me!” sophie shouted, rebelling for release.

“You were arrested for attempted murder of Paul Willis,” the police said.

Not only Sophie, a police officer also suddenly locked the movement of Martin's hands. Without warning and full of confusion, Martin could only resign when the police led him to come out.

“You're under arrest, for kidnapping Karen Stevens,”