Teks Memori Berkasih Novels & Stories

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

I was confused by the text he sent as I read it again. Wayne: Thank you again for saving my daughter last night. She was much calmer and we spoke to her for a while, but she didn't seem to remember you when your name came up. I know this might be hard but considering what she has been through it would be best if you give her a couple of days to recover. I can’t tell for sure how long it will take for the memories to come back. I hope you understand. Wayne

“I don’t know what you would do with this information, but there is something else; the kidnapper had terminal cancer and had only a few days to live.” A chill ran down my spine. If what John said was true, then it all made sense; the reason why we could never track down this serial killer dubbed as ‘The Doctor’, why he always seemed to get away from our grasp. “John, do something for me, would you?” I need to confirm something. “I got you. What is it?” “I need you to give me all the records you can get relating to any and all of the children’s kidnappings in the past 10 years, solved or unsolved, especially those handled by our agency.” I instructed. “Can you meet me here?”

After taking photos of both documents, I carefully put the box back. … Quinton was gone for half a month. During that time, I tried every possible way to recover my memories.