A Psychopath'S Obsession
[S2] Why Are You Unaware?

"Well, for now you know what you're doing, right? Mark?" Dave's question turned his face flat and sharp.

"I get it" explained Mark by lowering his body and leaving the room.

The next mission, find out who the woman Theo met. Like not from the lowly, but also not from any organization. Looks familiar for now, making Mark have to find out who the woman who was with Theo at the time.

"Uncle Mark!!" The screams of the woman Mark knew.

It was Rara, she knew Rara from when she was a baby. Especially when Dave says that Rara is his daughter. At first Mark couldn't believe it, let alone that he had never seen Dave's woman. For now, he is even close to Rara because he used to play with her often.

"Rara, you're a big boy. Look, it's not a little princess anymore!" Mark said as he lifted Rara's body.

"Rara's smart, she's smart too" answered Rara enthusiastically. "But Uncle Mark where have you been? Rara rarely meets with uncle...." Further.

"Uncle there is work outside the city, Rara knows uncle is an important person," replied Mark. Though he was hiding the truth from Rara, about what his father's real work is.

"Now uncle is here! Come on Rara tell Mama Rara... There's also Rara's sister!" Said Rara pulling Mark's hand.

Mark does know that Dave already has a fiancee. The initial plan that was just spying, now instead had feelings. Unfortunately, Mark has never seen a woman who can conquer the heart of Dave Camelion.

After a while, Mark finally approached Emeline. A person who already has children, can be said to be a widow and even her husband is very troublesome.

"Uncle Mark! Uncle Rara's mom!" Rara pointed towards Emeline.

Emeline turned her face away. A sweet face without makeup. Another thing with women before, using thick makeup, his body like a guitar, even with clothes that lack material.

"Th-uh? I'm sorry to bother you, Mrs Emeline?" Mark hesitated a little.

"No problem, no need to be formal like that" Emeline replied as she assembled some crafts.

It seems he is a different person. Mark slightly held back a laugh, with tastes from his master that might have been different. At first he preferred women who are experts in bed, now maybe that makes Rara comfortable.

"Mrs Emeline, I'm sorry if I'm being disrespectful, but may I ask you something?" Mark asked sitting in the chair next to Emeline.

"No problem? Dave told me that if you were very small when you met him, you would have considered Dave your brother," explained Emeline, not forgetting her smile.

Mark just fell silent, then looked towards Rara. He's playing, with Darrel and Raffyn. Son of Emeline. According to the data he's been looking for if Darrel is the son of Theo's adoptive kaka. Raffyn was the son of Theo himself.

Seeing from the behavior of Darrel and Raffyn, it looks they are not ordinary children. Clever, and also rigid maybe Mark saw Darrel and Raffyn is a version of himself first but better.

Mark's memory came back when he just came. Seeing Darrel is also Raffyn who is holding a ledger. Maybe this is the lesson that Dave and Eslen have learned, just like it used to be.

"Mr Dave, I'm sorry if this is disrespectful. Can I ask you something?" Mark said as he opened the curtain, seeing Darrel and Raffyn there.

"Mark's? You're never finished with that curiosity of yours?" Said Dave while looking at the file Mark was carrying.

"They're just like you, the other pieces," Dave said easily.

The memory returns, as Mark looks at Darrel and Raffyn at the time. This time they can play with satisfaction. Laugh, even do what they want. However, for a few years to come they will not be able to display a smile again.

"Mark's? You like to daydream, don't you?" Emeline asked while patting Mark on the shoulder.

"Sorry-! I remember my childhood, when I saw Darrel and Raffyn, too" said Mark.

"really? How was your childhood?"

Then Mark played his hand, while smiling wryly at Emeline. "I live on the border. My parents died of war, so what did you expect? I live as a street criminal, who steals even just to eat," explained Mark immediately made Emeline round her eyes.

"Sorry, I don't know...." Emeline said she felt bad.

"No problem, but now my life has changed. It was a tragic life at first, but when I met Mr. Dave everything changed. He taught me many things and gave me food and a home. That's what Mr. Dave said made me what I am today" Mark said.

Emeline again showed her smile. A warm smile, even for a Mark. Emeline is younger than him, maybe about a year and two. Pretty far adrift with Dave.

"Isn't that luck? Mark?" Ask Emeline.

'Emeline, how long will you be aware? I'm reminding you of Mr. Dave's true attitude. And yes, he made me what I am now, just as he would make your child like this too, Mark's inner self.

I don't know what Emeline thought, she could have thought if Dave was a good person. Entrepreneur's shoes? It was his toad to cover up his actual work.

"Mrs Emeline? How did you meet Mr Dave?" Mark opened the conversation again.

"Inadvertently, she was injured and I took her to my apartment. So like that," Emeline replied briefly with a hand that was still assembling the craft.

"Then what about Miss Rara?"

"It was also a coincidence. She suddenly came to my apartment, and called me mother. Weird, right?" Emeline answered again with a smile.

Mark could only raise one of his eyebrows. Why Emeline was unconscious, that was all she had in mind. 'Of course it wasn't a coincidence, but a plan, ' Mark's inner voice muttered again.

"Mrs Emeline, you know that I'm an informant for Mr. Dave's company. And I'm looking for information about your ex-husband, Mr. Theo," said Mark, instantly keeping Emeline quiet.

His originally calm face and story, had now turned flat. His gaze was sad, also the hand that had been busy with crafts was now stopped instantly.

"Yes, a complicated life, isn't it Mark? I didn't expect it to be like this either" Emeline said with a wry smile. "But how else? No one wants a destiny like this" he continued.

A craft that has been sold Emeline. A flower, with red and white as a blend..