Melissa, The Lost Memory
Chapter Thirteen

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At the insistence and persuasion of Brad who said that Melissa's parents had entrusted him, making the woman who now feels she is young is willing to go home with the person she considers the om-om lack of work.

And although Ari also insists on banning Melissa from going with her abusive husband, the man cannot dwell when Brad shows his status to Ari.

The lawyer clenched his right hand tightly and punched it blankly into the air for not failing to protect Melissa.

On the way back to Menteng, Melissa did not open her mouth at all. Not out of fear of the old man sitting in the back seat. However, Melissa was afraid that the man would complain about something bad to her father.

"Don't get out of the house without my permission!" Brad begins to warn Melissa not to act as she pleases. The reason, the forty-year-old man was afraid if one day Melissa again realized the ability to remember him.

Selfish, Brad is selfish. All of this was done by him in order to maintain his honor and pride.

"I don't know if you have a friend like him!" thought Melissa.

The woman is now laying her body on a medium-sized bed. It was the room Brad had given Melissa during her stay.

In a state of feeling like a teenager at this time, Melissa did not care much about the house and the atmosphere where she lived. Now all Melissa had in mind was to immediately find a way to contact her father. Since the incident escaped from the hospital, Melissa has not contacted her father at all.

Melissa came out of her room and sought help from anyone willing to lend her a cell phone.

"Excuse me, can I borrow your cell phone?" melissa asked quite kindly to one of the employees at Brad's house.

The employee has received word of Melissa's illness. So that they have prepared for the circumstances that might happen.

"I'll ask you first, Miss?"

"Whose father? Om who likes to be angry is not clear?" melissa asked, imitating Brad's voice as she scolded the staff at her house.

The waiter heard Melissa call Brad Om, "True what Mr. Brad said, Miss really lost her memory."

"It won't be, I assure you." Melissa undoes her intention to contact her father because Brad would not let her connect Hans Effendi.

The woman returned to her room which was on this first floor. If you think about it, the room for Melissa in this house is no bigger than the room before. This room is a guest room provided by Brad for him.

There was only one wardrobe and a dressing table in the room. Melissa then sat in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. "Why is my face dry like this? Gosh, mom will definitely be angry because I often ignore taking care of myself." muttered Melissa stroking her cheek.

"Tomorrow after school, I'll stop by to buy a face mask and serum," Mel got up and walked to the closet near the dresser.

How surprised Melissa was when she saw some coat and blazer hanging on the left side of the closet.

All these types of clothes were very tacky in his opinion.

"Who's this? When are your mommy rich wearing clothes for me?"

Melissa's eyes were again startled with several pieces of sleeveless clothing next to the blazer. "Oh my God, isn't this wrong? Can my wind get in?"

Melissa shuddered in horror at the thought that Brad was the one who chose the clothes for her. He has watched many television dramas about arrogant CEOs who kidnap young girls to be forced into wives to provide for them.

"Oh Gosh ... No Way!" Melissa covered both the front of her body with both hands as she imagined the perverted Brad.

"Do people not have a wife? Why is his house so empty? There are no children either."

Melissa thought hard trying to find an idea to escape from this luxurious house. Melissa wants to be a young wife? Not the yau.

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Melissa opened her two manics once a glimmer of sunlight dazzled her eyes. A maid had entered her room and opened their Miss Melissa window curtain.

"Good morning, Miss!"

"What time is it?" mel asked with a yawn and did not forget to rub his eyes.

"Hour seven, Miss!"

"What's? At seven? Why didn't you wake me up earlier? I'm late." Melissa threw away the blanket and ran to the bathroom in her room.

"That's stupid of me, today's the second day's exam. Where's Susi's watchdog again."

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