The Beloved Woman of the President

The Complicated Thing

Wildan stared long at the magnificent building before him. Currently he is in one of the housing complexes that are inhabited by people with taipan backgrounds. Tapping his finger at the steering wheel, he cradled whether to visit the house or not.

“I got this home address in a slightly disrespectful way. They'll think badly of me no huh?” muttered Wildan doubtfully.

Because pressed by the wishes of the boss, Wildan was forced to pay someone to know the address where the couple lived. And here he is now. Sitting in the car while continuing to consider the decision.

Actually the Anderson family is not a careless family either. But if it had to be compared to this family, it was certain that the Anderson family was one level below. Just by looking at the security in front of this house, Wildan had immediately known that they came from a family that could have been a noble family. I don't know, he's confused.

Tok tok tok tok

“Master, can you please get out of your car right now? We need to talk!"

When Wildan was focused on staring at the house, he was shocked by the sound of a knock on the car window and also the appearance of three guards who did not know when they came. Not wanting to be considered a bad person, he immediately came out to meet them. Wildan then bowed politely to say hello.

“Good day, Gentlemen. Sorry if my arrival here makes you feel uncomfortable. But honestly, I have absolutely no ill intentions,” Wildan said calmly.

“Who are you? And what are you looking for here?” one of the guards who has the largest body size. His face looked so fierce with one hand tucked behind a suit.

Ah, that must be a weapon. Oh my God, who is that husband and wife. Why is the guard in their homes so tight? Is he a politician? Wildan.

“Master, my arrival here is to meet with Mr and Mrs of the house owner. Your employer's day has helped my boss. Since it was not possible at that time, I could not thank them properly. Be now I come to convey the trust of my superiors. So!” wildan answered trying to explain the meaning of his arrival.

The three guards threw eyes at each other after hearing Wildan's explanation. One of them then spoke to someone through an earpiece.

“Tell Mr. Hendar there are guests who would like to meet with him!”

The atmosphere was quite tense as the guards just stood still while keeping their eyes on Wildan. As for Wildan himself, he tried to remain calm so as not to invite the suspicions of these people. Before long came a man who was the man Wildan was looking for.

“Oh, you apparently. What's up, Wil?” Hendar asked while smiling thinly. He then invites Wildan to enter the house. “We talk inside only. Come log in!”

“Thank you very much, Sir,” said Wildan politely.

He turned to the guard and asked one of them to call the waiter. After that he ordered the waiter to prepare a banquet for the young man who somehow managed to find out the address of this house. Although the lips continue to sing smile, but Hendar's heart said that he did not like the way Wildan visited his residence. Because since the incident twenty years ago, he hated the name of a stranger. Especially those who dare to find out about their families without asking permission first. But because this young man he had known before, Hendar was heartened to be understood.

“Sit down,” said Hendar after arriving in his living room.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Hendar,” Wildan said as he sat his ass on the couch.

“Oh, so you also investigated what my name is?”

Wildan's surprised. Didn't expect that this man would ask in a slightly cynical tone of voice. Aware of offending the hosts, immediately Wildan explained where he could find out his name.

“Mr Hendar, please do not misunderstand me first. I know your name because the guard mentioned it. And if my arrival here makes you feel unhappy, I'm sorry. I know my attitude is very presumptuous because I have stolen the address of this house without your permission. But Mr. Hendar, really I do not have a goal that is not good.”

“Hmmm, should I trust the words of someone I've even met once?”

Hendar smile. He then crossed his legs while looking closely at Wildan who looked quite calm facing the pressure from him. “Just go to the point, Wil. My wife is waiting.”

Wildan nodded. He took a deep breath before speaking. “Mr Hendar, sorry if my question later offended you or felt uncomfortable. But can you tell me why you and your wife were in that place? Could there be a past memory that made you two come there?”

“Mr Hendar, what's up?”

“It's okay. You do not worry,” said Hendar while grinding his teeth. He then stared intently at Wildan who so boldly studied the dark past where the past made his wife suffer greatly. “This time you really have been very presumptuous, Wildan. What right have you to investigate the matter in my family so far, huh? We don't know each other!”

“Because my boss was the sole survivor of the kidnapping and murder tragedy twenty years ago. And the reason why I ask you that question is because I feel weird. You and your wife why can be on the road to the location of the scene, while the place itself is in the suburbs that are very far from the crowd. So Mr Hendar, can you explain it to me?”

“A-what? Ja-so your boss ….

“True, Sir. However, there is another reason that makes me desperate to find out about your home address,” interrupted Wildan with a very serious face mimic. He then glanced at the family photo hanging on the wall. “Mr Hendar, did you have a child who went missing twenty years ago?”

“What do you mean ask like that?”

Hendar's palms sweat. His heart was pounding strongly when Wildan talked about the child. And this change turned out to be realized by Wildan.

“That dark tragedy left my boss in a deep trauma that made him lose his memory every time he saw a certain object. And two months ago my boss went missing while he was hospitalized, but now he's back home. However, when the doctor was doing therapy on him, suddenly my boss admitted that he had helped a boy go on the run. Because we accidentally met, my boss and I thought maybe you two were the family of the boy. If true, can I meet him?”

“MyBuddy ….

Praaanngggg

The sound of falling objects brought the conversation of Hendar and Wildan to a halt. They then turned their heads, surprised because in the direction of the stairs there was a woman who was crying without a sound.

“Darling, you why?” Hendar immediately ran over to Jenny, his wife. He then held her full of worry. “It's okay, don't panic. There I am here. Okay?”

“What my son died?” Jenny asked. His eyes were empty and his body was numb. It hurts, but I don't know why.

“Ssttttt, relax,” ….

“Our son is still in school. Yes ‘kan?”

“Iya. Our son was playing with his friends at school. We'll pick it up together, okay?” suhut Wildan with teary eyes.

“Good.”

And after that Hendar was seen closing his eyes tightly when Jenny drooped limp in his arms. Wildan who saw it became confused himself. Obviously Mr. Hendar called their son. That means Miss Briana is not their child. But his wife's eyes are so similar to Miss Briana's. Is this just a coincidence or is there another secret that has not been broken? Wildan's getting dizzy.

“You get Wildan to his car. I will accompany my wife to rest,”, said Hendar while carrying Jenny's body and carrying her upstairs. Letting the guest look at him in confusion.

“Good, Mr.”

Knowing that the host was in a frenzy, without asking much more Wildan immediately followed the guard's steps towards the door. But before going out, he took the time to look back again to see the family photos hanging there.

Why did Mr Hendar and his wife only take pictures with their baby? Is it possible that their child has been missing since infancy? Oh, my God, it's complicated.

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