Melissa, The Lost Memory
Chapter Twenty Two

A tall man with the title of the most handsome young politician was about to enter one of the rooms in his house. The guest room, now occupied by Melissa, bears a silent witness to how much she has suffered for the woman she has been married for over a year.

Brad opened Melissa's bedroom door knob, very hollow. The room, which has long been inhabited by Hans Effendi's only daughter, now lives with a variety of snack packs strewn across the floor.

Melissa in the amnesia version is very different from the adult Melissa. The woman is now like being a careless child. But all of that was very much appreciated by Brad. Because Melissa failed to get rid of her marital status.

Brad looked at the sleeping woman with his back to the exit. "You hate me so much, Mel."

The burly hand now moved to pull Melissa's blanket that had shifted from its proper position. Brad fixes Melissa's blanket so that the wife does not get cold in the air conditioner room.

Every now and then Brad rubs and grabs Melissa's haircut that covers her pretty face, "If we meet early, would you accept me, Mel?"

"Melissa, I was created as a backbone. But I'm not like Adam who always protected Eve. However, I hope that you don't get tired of being my ribs."

“This heart trembles when your beautiful pair of beads look at me. My view is hindered by its beauty. The whole body limps down for a moment and begins to wake up. Now you choose who. What is this self-power? No one loves you.”

The man who had poured all his heart into Melissa was now standing up. Brad doesn't want his presence to disturb Melissa's beautiful sleep. Let the body hurt, as long as Melissa's heart doesn't hurt anymore.

"Something melted at the end of my eyes, so the outpouring of your heart I heard. It turns out that the dam of my tears is not too strong so it breaks down again, although only a little.” (Melissa)

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The occupants of Brad's luxury home began to squirm, both ART and the owner of the house competing against each other in time. There are busy berberes on every corner, some are still in a drowsy atmosphere when listening to the daily schedule of the secretary.

Melissa several times was found yawning because she could not resist the drowsiness.

"Wash your face immediately, Mel! you made my appetite disappear."

"Sir, can you not read a more relaxed schedule? Short solid clear, don't hurry dong! this new life gathers half." Melissa protested a little to Secretary Brad for reading her daily schedule quickly without any repetition.

"Have ... don't argue! oya, Mel .. The butler last night said you wanted to talk to me?"

Melissa slightly raised one of her eyebrows. He recalled the incident last night before Melissa went to sleep. Occasionally his fingers played a fork in his hand.

"Oh, that one!" Melissa's face was enthusiastic for being able to remember what was to be said to Brad.

Brad gestures for his secretary to leave him and Melissa behind, as the young politician captures a seriousness in Melissa's eyes.

"Is there a problem?" brad scolds open the conversation so Melissa is willing to say something.

"Om, I want to go home!"

"Geez, I thought what was going on, tell our driver to take you home for a while,"

"But I want to move out of here, Om."

Brad stopped his activities in the dining room. Not once did Melissa want to leave the house. And this kind of thing, it's not a new problem for Brad. "Why?" Both of Brad's black beads highlight Melissa's typical pretty waking face.

"Stop, Melissa! don't talk about this anymore because I'll never let you out of this house." Brad moved from his seat so that there would be no more disputes with his wife.

Whether as a teenager or as an adult woman, Melissa is equally stubborn. Brad would have a hard time arguing with this one journalist. Because arguing is a very powerful thing for Melissa.

Melissa muttered to herself as Brad began walking away from her, "I don't want to trouble others, and I don't want to be a burden to others either."

Unknowingly, Brad was still able to hear a slow mutter from Melissa. The man's heart was like it was sliced into a sharp craze. Her feelings were shattered because all this time Melissa still considered him someone else in her heart.

And damn, Mel even forgot who Brad really was. Dahaga misses the figure of women who often argue with her getting hotter. Even a moment ago, Brad had hesitated if one day he intended to tell the truth to Melissa. Brad still wants to maintain Melissa's presence in this house, whether it's sincere or just hoping for Melissa's father's support.

Brad has been a failed backbone. All of his actions were condensed into painful memories. Spread in different flavors

Until it becomes a mistake.

Selfishness becomes the root of their problems, if regret speaks aloud. Both never make mistakes. Then, the error became a dark historical evidence.

Without thinking about anything else, Brad again approached Melissa and pulled the hand of the woman who was still sitting at the dining table. Melissa stopped her breakfast time and was forced to follow wherever Brad took her.

The adult man took Melissa up to the third floor which was his private estate. No interested person is allowed to go up to the third floor.

"Where are we going, Om?"

Brad didn't answer Melissa's question, his heart still ached at the thought of all the words of the woman who became his wife.

The strange om-om took Melissa to a room that became his private area. Brad opens the door so that he can invite Melissa to see reality.

"Om, don't be weird! gini-gini I can fight martial arts!" Melissa gets even more frightened as Brad takes her into the adult man's private room. The feather stood up, not because of the cold, but because of the goosebumps.

"Look what I'm going to do! After this, I guarantee you won't consider me someone else, Mel!"

Melissa gave a look, she would not if she had to go into the trap of this old man. Moreover, Brad has a minus value in Melissa's eyes since Mel met the man's lovers.

"Look carefully! who me?"

"It's impossible!" melissa's knees were limp and her legs felt numb and she couldn't do anything about it.

Give me your hand so I can stand. Legs wade through hope that is not yet over we live. Don't let this heart die in the midst of waiting that hasn't been pulled over. Because our story is not finished.

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