Not Just Love
Chapter 40. His name is Rian

Work hours, it's over. However, this did not apply to Huan. His job as a private secretary, not only office matters, but also solve the personal problems of his superiors.

He is now located, not far from the front of Sandra's parents' house. He sat behind the wheel, and watched the fence of the house that was tightly closed.

This afternoon, he gave a parcel, to some servants. Just a stale talk, asking the usual questions. About the waiter, in the photo, who turns out to be a personal assistant, Sandra's mother. Huan also went around and accidentally found a storage shed in the backyard. It was far from the main house. It must pass through iron fences, grasses and trees, which are manicured.

There was nothing strange, in the warehouse, other than a pile of unused items. There are also, garden tools, old tires and I don't know what else in cardboard neatly stacked in iron racks. Named cardboard, to make it easier to find items. Huan was attracted to the cardboard, which was already dusty, with SaZa's writing.

When he opened it, the corner of Huan's lips lifted. He took out one by one the contents of the cardboard, to be examined. He took an invitation and a souvenir, to be handed over to Zamar. I don't know why they put it here. Is it a memento or purposely hiding it?

A white car, with the license plate number he had memorized out of his head, came out of the yard.

"Follow," Huan ordered, to someone behind the phone.

The car in front is traveling at medium speed. Huan followed at a safe distance. It seemed, the road he crossed, was not foreign. And sure enough, as expected Huan, Riko House.

White car, stopped across the road, without shutting down the car engine. Riko, dressed in black, approached the vehicle. I don't know what they're doing in the car, so long, because the car hasn't moved.

"Sir, how should we?"

"We need Riko" Huan replied from a phone call.

"Good, sir. We understand."

Riko got out of the car, carrying a black bag. He glanced, left right, before crossing the road. In the night, Riko paused for a moment, staring at the white car leaving her.

"Now!" huan's orders.

Huan just sat in the car, watching his men ambush Riko and immediately took him in the car. After, Riko was taken away. Huan got out of the car and walked towards the house.

Tok tok tok tok

"Who's looking?" The woman in negligee clothes, welcomed Huan. His face paled, as if exhausted.

"I'm looking for your husband" replied Huan, who noticed the state of the house.

"He's going to the shop. Please wait outside, sorry."

"Just a second!" Huan held back the door, which was about to be closed. "What's your husband's name Riko?"

"Richo?" repeat the woman. "I'm sorry, you're wrong."

"Is he not Riko?" Huan showed me a picture of the man on his phone.

"He's my husband, but his name is not Riko. I don't know if you're looking for which Riko. I have a sister-in-law named Riko, but she is dead. My husband's name is Rian."

"Then, then,.... "

Huan said goodbye, apologizing for disturbing. Getting a lot of information, is enough to end this puzzle. Now, just need to make Rian open his mouth.

Huan returned to his feet, in the same place almost three years ago. And he came back, caught the same man, but with a different treatment.

Rian sat without his hands tied, his face still clean without bruising and blood. In front of him, there was a drink bottle on the table, but he had not touched it.

"You.... " Rian jerks. The man who had taken her three years ago, stood before her again.

"You still remember me, Riko? Ah, no, I should have called you Rian."

"What do you want?"

"It's been almost three years, I'm sure your memory is still good." Huan put down Rian's black bag and opened it. "Very much. You're just cleaning service, but you have this kind of money."

"Please, return! That's mine!"

Huan threw away the bag, so that the contents scattered on the floor. Rian screeched and rose, but his steps were restrained by Huan's men.

"I just want you to be honest. You can take your money and go."

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Honestly speaking, what? I told you everything three years ago."

"Suckhead." Rian kicked the table. "Never touch it. I'm gonna kill you!" Like a cornered cat, it pulled out its claws.

"Choose!" Huan grinned.

Rian paled. He sat down again, with a body that suddenly trembled. His head shrieked, the man in front of him, saying firmly. His face, showing no mercy, there was only a cold and unfriendly aura.

"You talking to me or that guy at the time? I was patient enough to wait. But not with him!" continued Huan.

There's no answer. His two eyes, just going around, were probably looking for a way out. However, seeing the impossible, he glanced at his bag and money scattered.

"alright. I'll give you time to think. While accompanying your wife who might be worried about you."

"Please don't do that! I'm...." Rian ruffled his hair, frustrated. "I can't," he said.

Huan did not respond. He walked out, sticking his phone in his ear.

"We found it, sir."

"Who?"

"Riko."

"Where?"

"Ordinary place."

"Wait, me!"

"Good, Sir."

Huan, get in the car take the bag. Lean, on the closed car door. Waiting for Zamar, as well as waiting for the man to think, made a decision.

Almost half an hour passed, a luxurious sedan car sounded. He braked suddenly, until it eroded the grassy ground. Wearing black jeans and a hoodie-covered t-shirt, dark colored.

"Where is he?" asked Zamar, with a jaw beating.

"Inside, Sir." Huan walked first, about to drive him inside. However, Zamar's steps just passed him. That man, I can't wait.

The one sitting in the chair, his face growing pias. The man who beat him up, mercilessly, was now stepping towards him with a sharper look, as if he was about to tear his body apart.

"He's named Rian, not Riko." Huan explained. "He's married and has children" Huan continued.

"Speak! If you don't want to, I'll invite your wife, all of you," Zamar sizzled rudely.

"Sir, please forgive me!"

"Huan, get that woman!"

"Good, Sir."

"I beg. Please, don't touch him! I'll talk."

Huan gave Zamar a seat. Sitting face to face, with table as distance separator. Huan took out a few photos and stood beside Zamar.

"I know Maya, through my sister Riko. We only met once. She's a nice, hard-working woman, Riko told me." Zamar and Huan were still listening, although Zamar was more impatient, hearing the drama that had a long-winded plot.

"Five years ago, Riko was in an accident. But, before that, he told me. That every month, Maya would send him money. He said, to pay the debt, because he had given him a loan. I don't understand, what loan, because he didn't tell me."

"Then?"

"I used the money, for my wedding and living expenses. My parents are dead and the printing shop is bankrupt."

Zamar took a deep breath, his face showing impatience and restraining anger. Well, he's feeling guilty right now, about the account number.

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