The Mystery of Lost Memory

Martin's Precious Toys

“I'm going to marry her,” Paul deliberately cut her words, while looking at Sophie and Martin alternately, as if to know their reactions. “I'll be officially married to Sierra,”

Everyone was silent and clamped down, not knowing what to respond to. The night that Martin thought of as a beautiful night, because he was finally determined to marry Karen, ended with a tremendous surprise from Sierra. He did not expect Sierra to come to his mother's house, but not as a secretary and loyal friend, but as his father's future wife.

“Good night,” Sierra bent his body, smiling confidently. Her dress is so elegant tonight.

“A-what do you mean, Darling?” Sophie stammered for an explanation.

Paul allowed Sierra to sit in his side seat. Then he stared proudly at Sophie, who looked devastated by Paul Willis' announcement.

“He's your ex-secretary, darling!” jeered Sophie, while pointing sharply at Sierra with both eyeballs.

Paul nodded, then kissed Sierra's back hand. “I love him,”

Sierra looked embarrassed. He stared back at Paul with the gaze of a woman who was in love.

Brak!!

Martin suddenly kicked the table as hard as he could, making the plates and other utensils on it rise abruptly. Everyone gasps in shock.

“Martin, why are you .. “ Sophie wants to nag, because she does not like violence in her house.

But Martin's eyes turned red, indicating he was very angry this time. His breathing is hunting, very fast and stingy trying hard so as not to vomit his anger in the mother's house. Martin knows that Sophie doesn't like people fighting in her house.

Sierra also knew of Martin's change of attitude, but he chose not to care. Enough of all Martin's demeaning attitude, as if he was just a puppet of lust for Martin. He took his eyes off Martin, reluctantly staring at the man.

“Martin .. “ call Karen, who follows Martin who has run quickly out of the dining room.

“See your deeds!” snapped Sophie. “It should be a happy night for Martin, but you can ruin it!” Sophie's face stiffened, revealing veins on her face.

Paul doesn't seem to care. He downed the wine that had been prepared in front of him.

“What can be proud of the man who snatched the wife of another man?” paul murmured, as if challenging.

“The woman is divorced from her husband!”

“In your opinion, who caused her to divorce?” challenge Paul.

Sophie speechless. He gulped his saliva, gulping bitterness at the fact that it was happening. He immediately finished the glass of water in front of him as quickly as possible.

“You .. get him out of here,” Sophie said, pointing towards Sierra with wrath. “Never set foot in my house,”

***

Martin continued to walk fast, getting away from his mother's house, but also did not immediately take their car parked in the spacious yard of his mother. Karen kept calling Martin, asking him to stop. But Martin continued walking, speeding with both feet in leather shoes, no matter the cold of the night. Then Paul's luxury car suddenly stops right next to Martin, forced to stop his steps.

Paul got out of the car, laughing mockingly at Martin who showed his mutant look. He approached his son.

“Why are you this angry?” paul did not understand, though his face was constantly showing ridicule to Martin.

Martin's breathing was stingy, restraining his anger.

“Do you think you can have Karen and Sierra at once? Although you are not my son, I never educated you to be greedy,”

“Why can you do this to me?” martin asked, with a twitching eyeball.

Martin was constantly stinging. Karen hastily pulls Martin's hand to get away from Paul, which she feels will make Martin even more drowning in anger.

“You have a lot of money, why don't you want to find out?” continued Paul. “Ask your mother, where the document is. And you'll know everything,” Paul turned around, got back in his car. He gasped very fast, penetrating the silence of the quiet elite housing.

After Paul's death, Martin began to scream, as loud as possible, while constantly hitting himself on the head. The elite housing where Sophie's family is located consists of only a few large houses, which are far apart from one another. So, even though Martin shouted, no one would be able to hear him.

The man started to grab her own hair, crying in deep heartache. Karen was desperately trying to reach Martin's body, but she felt, the slightest bit she touched it, as if Martin would be far broken into pieces. So Karen decides to watch Martin from a distance.

Karen has no idea what really happened and what made Martin hysterical, as if his favorite toy had been captured by someone else. Martin, known as a rich and handsome man, now sits on his knees, screaming and grabbing his own hair. Did Martin cry for Sierra?

***

“I didn't expect, you'll receive my application this soon, Honey,” Paul is unceasingly kissing the back of Sierra's hand.

Sierra smiled slowly, forced. Though at this time his heart was wandering, thinking about Martin's condition. From a young age, only Sierralah cared what really happened to Martin. A Martin, who will be very fragile when his favorite toy is seized by others. Did Martin lose it too? That is now the question that continues to ring in the minds of Sierra.

“What really happened?” ask Sierra.

“What do you mean?”

Sierra took a deep breath. Finally, after a long time, he would ask a question that had long since stuck in his mind.

“Why do you always say that Martin is not the son of Mister?” tanya Sierra is doubtful.

Paul remained silent. He focused on the road in front of him, because this time he deliberately did not use his personal driver.

“I will tell you, after you become my wife,” replied Paul, glancing at Sierra to see his expression.

Disappointed Sierra, trying to smile. He knew Paul could never be easily conquered. Even though he had sacrificed himself to be Paul's, Paul was careful to give up his secrets.

“You know why I chose you?” paul asked, trying to shift the subject.

“I refuse to get pregnant from you?” guess Sierra origin.

Paul shakes. “The main reason is not that,” He again glanced at Sierra. This time he was gently stroking Sierra's thigh.

“Because you are Martin's precious toy,”

After an hour's journey, Paul finally delivered Sierra in front of his residence. The man did not forget to say goodbye, and promised to pick up Sierra the next day for clothes fittings and all other wedding necessities. Although happy, because he could marry one of the richest men in the country, but Sierra remained sad because it had to be forever separated from Martin, the man he loved.

As she was about to enter the house, Sophie had been standing at her doorstep with both hands folded in front of her chest. The middle-aged woman was wearing sunglasses, in the dark of the night. He didn't want people to know his presence.

“Mrs Sophie, what ... “

THE PLAQUE!!

Sophie didn't give Sierra a chance to continue, because she couldn't bear to slap Sierra's cheek as hard as she could.

Sierra held onto his heated cheeks and a reddish ache. His eyes widened as wide as they were, unprepared for that loud slap.

“I warn, Sierra. You will never be able to master Paul's treasure, as long as I am still here,” threatened Sophie slowly. “Only me and Martin are entitled to Paul's estate,” Sophie whispered right beside Sierra's ear.