Melissa, The Lost Memory
Chapter Twenty Four

The rain is a mercy. Rain is one of the most important things for the life of living things on earth. It is a prerequisite for the continuation of activity in a place, not only humans, but almost all beings.

The memory of the rain has called upon every longing soul. And keep calling his name even though the wound is trying to keep us away from the past time loop. The moon has changed, the time has passed, and there is still longing. To return without hesitation. Without wiping away the rain cry on that face.

Melissa was still pondering in the sweet drizzle. He was still alone in his room while staring at the darkness of the night from the balcony of his room. Sometimes he exhales with annoyance.

Until to get the answer, Mel so his familiar call out of the room to browse the information he got later. Yes Melissa intends to question the waiter at Brad's house

"Miss eat first, let auntie be ready!" Coincidentally, one of the servant aunts came over to Melissa who seemed to be in a daze in front of her room.

The waiter was indeed alternately watching over Melissa's room on Brad's orders. All of them are servants and employees at Brad's house do not want to get the risk of negligence if Melissa does something out of bounds.

"Bi, can't I eat instant noodles? That's spicy, huh?"

"But, Non? Mr ... "

Not yet had the aunt of the maid who was about fifty years old to continue speaking, Melissa first held him. "Sstttt .. I'd like to, don't tell Om."

The servant's aunt didn't suspect Melissa at all. Especially considering that since this morning Melissa did not go out of the room so skipped lunch and almost approached dinner. And as per Brad's message telling them to prepare Melissa's needs, making the servant's aunt comply with Melissa's request.

Not until thirty minutes, a bowl of spicy instant noodles with chili slices and eggs after ripe beef eyes plus sausage pieces as a complement evocative napsu eat Melissa.

Melissa Manic incandescent and ... "Hmm .. It looks good, Bi!"

Melissa began eating noodles made with love by one of the servant aunts. In addition to eating his food, Melissa also intended to extract information from the aunt.

"Bi, how long has aunt been working here?"

"Auntie's been working for a long time, from following your parents to moving here with you" explained the aunt who stood next to Melissa.

"Auntie sit with me! accompany me to eat. Don't I have no friends in this house."

Degh .. Auntie's heart ached to hear Melissa set it up if she didn't have any friends in this house. It's not wrong if Melissa feels lonely, she never had a chance to just chat, joking with her husband Brad. During his time working in this house, Brad never paid any attention to Melissa.

If people mention a show wife, maybe that's the right picture to call who Melissa is. Because Brad will only use Melissa as his tool to find popularity. Melissa is used and brought into the public domain if Brad has an event that Mel must attend. That's all it is.

"Miss is not alone, don't assume someone else's aunt. Aunty is always there for Miss." The servant aunt squatted looking at the woman who was busy sipping instant noodle soup that was most favored by the residents plus six two.

Mel, swallowing the noodles she had chewed, asked her aunt, "So right, I'm your wife?"

"Yes, Miss! You are the wife of the father."

Melissa was ready for any news she would get. "Why don't I remember everything?"

The butler came over to the two of them for fear that the servant's aunt had said something wrong. The old man had learned from the surveillance cameras sent by Brad. And this shows that Brad has been watching their conversation.

"You're having amnesia, miss. As a result of the accident that befell you." said the butler to Melissa.

"Amnesian? I don't remember anything" Melissa said with a gloomy face. He didn't know God was punishing him.

"What mistake have I made until I receive this kind of painful karmic recompense, Lord?"

"Miss, what else is it gonna take? Auntie will prepare!"

"I want some warm chocolate, Bi! what can?"

"Of course, whatever Miss wants, aunt will prepare."

"Take it to my room, will you?" Melissa started drinking water in her glass.

The butler asked Melissa to rest immediately so that health improved and no need to wait for the father to come home. "You just rest! You're home the other night."

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"About? Was it always like this before? Do I always wait for him to come home?"

The butler was confused as to what to answer Melissa's question so he was forced to answer, "You are very attentive to the Father, and always accompany the Father in all circumstances."

"Oh so, it means our relationship is very harmonious huh, sir?"

No heart is hurt by this. Until it makes not until the heart sees this haru moment.

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This morning Brad was surprised by Melissa in her usual style. Melissa had acquired her trademark as usual just the difference, she still had not gained her memory.

"Where are you going, honey?" brad asked so fixated on seeing the appearance of women who wore asymmetrical knee-length dresses with a long coat over the dress.

"I want to go to this place!" Melissa showed her id card that had been left in her bedroom desk drawer.

Id Card is an identity of his work as a senior journalist. And Melissa will start picking up her memories from the Woman's Daily office.

"No, you're not healed. Just rest at home. After you remember everything, I promise I'll let you work again."

Melissa glanced at Brad who was right in front of her. "Why? Is Om afraid if I remember everything?"

The question of Melissa was like a lightning strike without rain for Brad. That judgment seems to have made Brad a bit of a confidence hole.

"What do you mean, honey? I just can't see you suffer."

Melissa laughed at Brad's change in facial expression. "I'm just kidding, Om! I suffer even more if I stay at home."

"Mel, is there no proper name for me other than om?"

"Maybe's grandfather?"

"Calm down, this is just the beginning! I swear I'll bring hell to you, baby. Let's see who will stand as the winner."

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