The Mystery of Lost Memory
Karen's Purpose

Petrina's footsteps accelerated when she almost reached the door of Martin's luxury apartment. Without even knocking, Petrina chose to enter just like that. A look around, trying to find where Karen is.

And she managed to find Karen, who was busy with her hobby in the kitchen. Petrina didn't want to waste much time. He grabbed Karen's body, slightly shaking it.

“What exactly are you planning, huh?!” exclamation Petrina.

Karen, who doesn't understand, chose to put down the knife. He twisted the bodies facing each other with Petrina.

“What do you mean?” ask Karen.

Petrina took a breath, in order to keep the emotions. “Why did your ex-husband report Martin? Did you and your ex-husband plan this in the first place?” sue Petrina, refuse patience.

Karen shakes. “Precise speaking, Pet. I don't understand what you mean,” Now Karen's taking off the apron she used.

“Martin in jail!” exclamation Petrina. “And it's all thanks to your ex-husband and mother-in-law report!”

Karen's gaze widened, with her mouth open. “B-how can .. “

“I should have asked, Karen!” sambar Petrina's. “Why do you have the heart to report your own husband on charges of kidnapping you?”

Karen's heart was pinched as Petrina began to vent her emotions. Now he knows exactly where to look for answers. Without thinking for a second, Karen snatched her bag and jacket, rushing out of the apartment.

He ran, no matter when Petrina yelled to call him to stop. Karen has only one name. Sierra. He had to go see Sierra, because a few months ago the woman offered to help Karen put Martin in jail.

Though she doesn't have much idea where to go, Karen chooses to get into a taxi and call Sierra. And in three calls, there was absolutely no response.

“Sorry, where should we go?” ask the taxi driver after the car drove–by avoiding Petrina.

Karen bit her lip, because she had no clue where Sierra was now. Even though she was still legitimate as Martin's wife, it was from Petrinalah that she knew this shocking news.

Karen is forgotten, or even deliberately forgotten.

And after thinking for five minutes, Karen decided to go to Paul and Sierra's residence. Fortunately, Sierra was relaxing while holding the child in the garden in front of the magnificent house, when Karen came to be moved out of the taxi.

“Karen? What's up?” ask Sierra.

Karen tried to regulate her hunting breath. “Why, Sierra? Why are you reporting Martin?” Karen didn't mean to talk. “I've heard the news. I know, all this must have been you,”

Sierra smiled faintly. Then she hinted her nanny to bring the baby into the house. And now Sierra and Karen are both involved in their own emotions.

“Why are you accusing me?”

“Only you are the only one with ambitions to catch Martin,” replied Karen loudly.

“Really?” Sierra ordered his servant to prepare the dish. “What if your ex-husband, Ray, is as ambitious as me?”

“Ray?” Karen shakes. “Dia not .. “

“You underestimate Ray,” sambar Sierra quiet. He glanced at Karen intent. “Have you ever thought about what it's like to be in Ray's position? Suddenly divorced without knowing anything, when his return should be warmly welcomed by his wife,”

Karen bites her lips, starting to be unhappy when Sierra brings up her past. “I've been begging to come back. But Ray prefers Kamala,” martial Karen did not accept.

“Of course. I did too,” timpal Sierra, further offended Karen. Sierra walked slowly towards Karen. “You should be grateful, because me and Ray–I mean Ray, helped you catch Martin,” Sierra said. “Then what's your problem, Karen? Isn't this a good chance to escape?”

Sierra's waiter arrives, bringing two glasses of tea and cake to Karen. With an eye gesture, Sierra invited Karen to sit down and enjoy the meal. But the woman was too emotional to just sit, so she let her body stand up even though Sierra had now been sitting relaxed.

“Do you know that not only Martin was arrested? Sophie was also arrested,” I'm Sierra.

Karen. “Sophie? Why?” Although she disliked Sophie, the news of the arrest was a surprise to her.

“He planned the murder of my husband,” Sierra replied, turning more serious. “And this is all thanks to Ray. If not for it, my husband would still be treated unfairly,”

“Why did Ray catch Sophie?”

“I did report it, not Ray,” Paul chirps, suddenly coming out of their luxurious house by sitting in a wheelchair.

Karen soared, slightly retreated backwards in disbelief of her vision. All he knows is that Paul Willis was buried yesterday.

“Ray helped me catch Sophie. I owe him,” There was a weak tone to Paul's words, though it didn't look so obvious.

Karen's a little softened. With a slight bow, he paid tribute to Paul as a good son-in-law.

“I'm grateful, you can survive,” said Karen, slowly. “And also grateful, the person who planned to kill you has been arrested,”

Paul threw his face. He couldn't and didn't look at Karen. Every time she saw Karen, her eyes would display Ray and Martin's faces in turn. Which would make Paul regret his choice to sacrifice Martin for his sake.

“That's enough, Karen. Go back to your ex-husband,” said Paul. “I don't want to help you further. After all, Martin is my son. My biological son,”

“What do you mean?” Karen nodded. “Where is your talk direction, Mr Paul?”

Seeing Karen's response, Paul begins to realize the awkwardness. He finally wants to look at Karen's face, to find the trace of truth behind Karen's eyes.

“Didn't you want all this too? Didn't you come here, as a thank you for imprisoning Martin?” ask Paul.

Karen remained silent. He looked at Paul and Sierra in turn. If Sierra is not the main culprit, then who is the one who has the power to make this arrest?

Is it true that Ray was so involved?

“Why, Karen?” ask Paul again. “Why did you come here? Didn't you represent Ray?”

“Tuan–” Karen's throat choked. He looked back at Paul and Sierra in turn. “It looks like you misunderstood,” He was staring at Sierra. “You also misunderstood me,”

“Karen!” Sierra screaming. “Don't say you .. “

Karen shakes. “I didn't come to represent Ray or Martin. I've come to represent myself,”

“I hope you don't choose the stupid choice,” reply Sierra.

“Stupid?” argue Karen, a little offended. “You have no right to judge my choice, Sierra. Even you were the one who planned the kidnapping on me,”

Sierra bit his lip, pretty slapped fact. And he chose silence.

“Then what is your destination?” It was Paul's turn to ask.