Melissa, The Lost Memory

Melissa, The Lost Memory
Chapter Nineteen


The more days, Melissa and Glenn's closeness became more intense. Glenn painstakingly and sincerely taught Melissa at her home schooling class. And Melissa also realized Glenn's kindness and sincerity towards her.


However, Melissa's happiness is inversely proportional to Brad's current mood.


Brad's face stiffened, his cheeks met with red restraining emotions. Even his voice was almost choked after seeing the surveillance camera footage that recorded all the activities in his residence. "That bastard has sent an intruder into this house, even he ignored my threat!" Brad moved out of his seat. His hands clenched tightly and his breath hunted.


Just as he came out of his study this afternoon, Brad saw Melissa come out of his room with a beaming face.


"Absolutely come home at this hour?" greet the girl wearing the MANGO-branded T-shirt.


Before reprimanding Melissa, Brad swallowed his saliva when he saw the appearance of Melissa wearing a plain white T-shirt and combined with sepaha hotpants.


"Where did you get clothes lacking materials like this? Quickly change!"


"Torak huh!"


Brad turns on his tablet and plays surveillance footage on one of his cameras that took Glenn's picture, "Who is he?"


Before Melissa obeyed Brad to change the clothes he was wearing, Mel still had time to answer the husband's question, "Mentorku, Om! he's got me!" Even Melissa asserts that Glenn is her cymbal.


"Cinting! Do you realize Mel? Don't get close to people you don't know, you don't know what they're going to do with you, anyway,"


"What the hell? Cinnamon? I love him so much, and I believe in my heart,"


Melissa paused her step into the room to change her clothes after she heard the bell ringing at Brad's residence.


"Glenn's? She coming?" Melissa turned around and planned to welcome Glenn who would meet her.


However, Melissa's efforts were able to be thwarted by Brad Owen, the husband who held Melissa's departure by grabbing the collar of the back of the shirt.


"Change clothes! I'll see him!"


"Change clothes, change clothes, don't be angry. Blind fashion, you kuper!" Melissa grumbled because Brad was blocking her attempt to meet Glenn. And Melissa had to change her clothes to be more polite as desired by Brad, the tacky Om according to Melissa.


Brad went out to see Glenn first before Melissa came out of her room. The adult man was intending to see with both of his sharp eyes what kind of young man who had melted Melissa's heart.


Brad took a look at Glenn's appearance from head to toe. And Brad didn't get anything special in Glenn. According to Brad's view, Glenn was no different than just an ordinary boy who was very far from his level.


"You're the lawyer's sister?" Brad immediately recognizes Glenn who is the younger brother of Ari Dinata.


"Yes, Om!"


"Damn son, I'd rather call Om."


"I'm ready, brother!" melissa said from behind Brad's back to Glenn.


It's very obvious if Mel likes Glenn. And Melissa's feelings for that fat-haired guy were very sincere.


"Well come on, brother!"


Glenn took Melissa before the night got late. This beautiful plan was an agreement after the math class. Melissa took Glenn on a road to just having fun.


"Hey, where are you going!" Brad Owen followed wherever the two of them were.


"We want weekly nights, Om!"


"What's? What kind of a joke is this, Mel?"


"I'll excuse you, Om." Glenn helped Melissa seek permission from Brad to come out on Saturday night.


Rumbling rumblings filled the cavities


When a small piece of behavior freezes


The joke is that sluggishness is carried away by ego


As if to be a witness of the hidden overflow


Spelling in words


Time together cannot be broken


All suffering is now pressing


Forcing tight-knitting


Slowly miss infiltrating


Feel the thump throughout the silence


The heat in the heart unspoken


The clove also feels tasteless


Why happen?


Lost in joy when together


Would believe?


The fire destroys love


We share the same feeling


But there is no cross-bonding intent


Will this be an excuse?


Until stretching the braid


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