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Khanza Identity
Rayyan and Farhan returned to the office, along the very sour face of Rayyan. Farhan did not dare to open his voice, afraid that it would increase Rayyan's anger.
Rayyan herself, she could not believe what was happening today. How could Khanza forget himself, especially Khanza also considers himself unimportant in his life. And even worse, Khanza even ran away from him. At a time when all the women are competing to be close to him, but Khanza instead fled as if so reluctant to get close to him.
"Farhan," call Rayyan.
"Yes, sir," Farhan replied as he turned to Rayyan at a glance and focused back on the road.
"Do you think my good looks have worn off?" his question made Farhan frown, not expecting Rayyan to ask such a trivial question. Wherever the good looks fade, even more days, Rayyan's good looks shine, and make her jealous, because of her fellow men, she can not be as handsome as Rayyan.
"No, sir," said Farhan honestly.
"You're sure that my good looks don't wear off?" ask him again.
"Related, Sir. Very sure sekalil," said Farhan.
"But why, can't my good looks knock him out?" ask him like a fool.
"Him? Miss Khanza, you mean Mr?" ask Farhan.
"Yes, who else do I mean" said Rayyan. Because he felt that Farhan's brain was getting weaker.
"Maybe it's Mr. Rayyan, not the Khanza type."
"What! What kind of person is he like?" tanyanya.
"I don't know, Sir. But as far as I know, every woman must have their own type. And maybe you don't include Miss Khanza's type" he explained. Seeing Khanza's attitude towards Rayyan, Farhan could turn to him if Khanza was not interested in Rayyan.
"Hhh .. You find out about Khanza as soon as possible, tell me as detailed information as possible," he concluded and Farhan also expressed his agreement. "Ready, Sir."
Arriving in front of the office, Farhan and Rayyan directly got out of the car, and they walked with their flat faces. As usual, they did not look to the right and to the left and focused on walking towards the top floor.
They use a special elevator for both of them, while the employee elevator is on the left. So, don't mix into one. Because Rayyan does not like to be crowded with others.
Arriving in his room, Rayyan immediately threw herself on his seat of greatness. His head throbbed in pain thinking about Khanza's problem. True said his grandfather, the existence of Khanza, will only make the head so dizzy.
While Rayyan was busy thinking about Khanza, Farhan immediately carried out his duties to find the identity of Khanza. Farhan also needs someone's help to track Khanza's current whereabouts. Unfortunately, the people he asked for still had not given any news. They usually don't need this long.
After an hour of tinkering with his laptop, Khanza's information was finally obtained. Farhan directly sent it via email to Rayyan.
Rayyan who got the file from Farhan immediately opened it.
Rayyan reads Khanza's identity to treat her curiosity.
Full name: Khanza Callysta Princess Ardiansyah
Other name: Khanza
Place of birth: Rome, Italy
Date of Birth: 14 February 2001 (Valentine's Day)
Zodiac sign: Aquarius
Age: 21 Years
Education: International University of Jakarta, fifth semester
Citizens : Indonesia and Italy
Religion : Islam
Body Height: 167 CM
Weight Loss: 50 kg
Father Name: Radytia Beryl Raka Son of Ardinsyah
Mother Name: Celine Evangelista
Dating : -
Hobbies: Likes brawls and wild races
Ideals: Want to live free
Husband Type: -
Preferred Food : -
Liked Drinks: -
Expertise: Martialism
Sports that I like: -
Staying at home: -
HP number: 08133197096x
Email: zhangjmanduk@gmail.com
Reading Khanza's biodata, Rayyan felt dissatisfied. Rayyan called Farhan to enter the room.
"What's up, Mister?" farhan asked politely.
"This is why the husband type, in blanks?" tanyakanya.
"Indeed for the husband type, Miss Khanza does not set the criteria, sir. So no one knows what kind of husband Miss Khanza wants" she replied.
"So far, why his hobbies are brawling and wild racing? Is there no other hobby? She is a woman, her hobby should be going to the salon or shopping. Not even wild and brawling races," Rayyan grumbled.
"But indeed since Junior High, Miss Khanza likes to brawl Master. That's why Miss Khanza has moved schools several times. Same with High School. Miss Khanza was expelled from school eight times. And even in college, Miss Khanza often skipped out for brawling with her gang."
"He's got a gang?"
"Yes, Sir. And Miss Khanza is the head of her gang."
"God. What's the gang's name?"
"Khazmut."
"What's that?" asked Rayyan who felt strange by the name of the gang that was spoken by Farhan.
"That's an abbreviation, sir. It means Khanza Imut."
"O My God! Where's the gang's headquarters?"
"For the base it's hard to track, sir. I like to move places. Not even the gangs can communicate freely with Miss Khanza. Because Miss Khanza is not present there every day and only comes occasionally. That's just for a minute. But it looks like Miss Khanza also has another gang, sir. But this gang is very secretive. So I'm hard to track it."
"The other gang?"
"It's like the Mafia."
"Mafia?"
"Yes, because after I searched. Miss Khanza, not as darn innocent as it seems. He kept a big secret behind him Even until this second, Miss Khanza has not been found. He was lost in the earth. Even the CCTVs on the street did not display Ms Khanza. As if it's been partially removed."
"Hmm .. does he seem to be quite dangerous? But why didn't Grandpa Ronald notice?"
"Because Miss Khanza is good at acting. He is good at tricking his opponents. In front of Grandpa Ronald and his family, Miss Khanza looks innocent and contemptible. But he covered up his other identity, which I'm still telling you about."
Rayyan is increasingly interested in knowing Khanza's background more deeply. He believes Khanza is a special woman. And Rayyan wants to get Khanza to be hers.
"All right, you can get out" Rayyan kicked out. Farhan got out of there and left Rayyan alone in her room.
"You're pretty mysterious, baby. But I'm sure, I can definitely tell you the secret you're hiding" Rayyan muttered with a deathly smile.
