The Casa Del Castaneda

Which Has Long Disappeared

Chihuahua, Mexico.

Clattering the steps of shoe heels, colliding with the marble floor in a quiet corridor decorated with antique ornaments along it. A man with an age range of about thirty-five years, walked gallantly while carrying a map in his right hand. The man's appearance is fairly neat, even without formal clothing. His gaze was straight forward, sharp, and very focused. He just turned his eyes to the side, when he arrived at the door of the room he was referring to. The man with dark hair neatly combed back was knocking on the door quietly.

“Log.” There was a man's voice coming from inside.

The man opened the door carefully. He walked in. His steps looked so handsome. The sound of the heels of the pantofel she was wearing, came back. Combine with the floor and produce a regular rhythm. The voice stopped when the man stood behind the desk of the owner of the room. “Master,” say respectfully.

The man who was called ‘tuan’ immediately turned his head. Was a middle-aged man with a neat and clean appearance. His hair neatly arranged to the side, decorated with a few strands of gray hair among the black color that still dominates.

“Mr Lozano. How?” tanyakanya.

Javier Lozano's. A private detective who used to sell services to anyone who dared to pay more for him. Javier has high integrity and can be relied upon for any task given by the client. “I've got all the full information. As you want,” replied the man with a height of about 185 cm, while thrusting the map he brought in front of the middle-aged man.

“I'll check immediately,” reply man with white shirt already in standing position. “Do you want to drink coffee first?” bargained for.

“No need, Sir. Coincidentally, I was in a hurry. There are still other matters that I have to deal with,” politely decline Javier.

“Good. I'll transfer the money directly to your account,” reply middle-aged man. “Thank you for the help.”

“Sama-sama, Sir. If you still feel something is lacking, just call me,” Javier's message. “Excuse me. Good afternoon,” by the dark-haired man. He turned around, then stepped near the exit. The tall body disappeared, leaving only the sound of footsteps getting farther away.

The middle-aged man sat behind his desk. He looked for a moment at the map on the table, before exhaling a sigh of relief. Immediately grabbed and then opened the map.

Rogelio Gallardo's. A fifty-two year old man who still looked handsome and dashing. He owns the largest pharmaceutical company in Chihuahua City. In addition, Rogelio also cooperates with several American companies engaged in manufacturing, namely the manufacture of car parts. You can imagine how many wealth assets he had.

However, behind all the success and the endless reel of wealth, the reality of Rogelio's life is very sad. He enjoys his days in solitude, inside his two-story mansion.

“Rafael, I finally found you,” said Rogelio quietly, although there was no one but him.

Rogelio re-read sheet by sheet the files given by Javier carefully. Some time he spent, to examine the contents in the important notes of the results of Javier's investigation for months. It was a short time to find someone who had disappeared for a long time.

After reading the files, Rogelio put the map into his desk drawer. Not to forget, he also locked tightly. The middle-aged man grabbed the phone lying on the table. He then contacted someone who was none other than his personal assistant.

“Enrique,” greet Rogelio when the call has been connected.

“Ya, sir. Is there a problem?” ask Enrique from across the street.

“I want you to prepare a ticket for a flight to Spain tomorrow morning,” Rogelio said without making small talk first.

“Spain? Why so sudden, sir?” enrique asked in wonder mixed with curiosity.

Enrique did not immediately respond. The man was silent for a moment, before returning to speak. “Alright, sir. I'll get you a ticket according to what you asked for. May your trip be pleasant and ... return with good news.”

After talking briefly with his personal assistant about schedule and work issues, Rogelio ended the conversation. He then stepped near a small table with a decorative lamp sitting from the crystal. From there, Rogelio took a framed photo. In the photo, it shows him and a very handsome teenage boy. Brown hair with beautiful gray eyes.

“Rafael, how are you doing right now? You've been missing for too long, son.” Rogelio spoke feelingly. He looked at the photo fixedly for a while, before putting it back where it was.

Rogelio looked at the circular watch on his left wrist. It's almost six o'clock in the afternoon. He decided to leave the work room. Rogelio walked rather hurriedly towards his room.

There, he picked up a car key that was lying just like that on top of a drawer. His movements at that moment seemed to be in a hurry. Half-running, Rogelio walked down the side corridor to the enormous garage. Inside the building that does not blend with the main house, there are dozens of antique cars Rogelio collection since he was young.

However, the armoured key that was in his hand was only matched with a luxury double cabin favorite Rogelio. Not wanting to waste any time, he immediately started the vehicle. Rogelio pushed it fast, out of the mansion area located on a suburban hill.

The Gallardo family for generations occupied a luxurious castle that was already three hundred years old. Rogelio's ancestors deliberately built a dwelling away from the hustle and bustle of the population, as well as far from the city center. They chose a residence on Guadalupe Hill, a suburb of El Paso in Chihuahua state.

Rogelio's double cabin drove fast, until it arrived at a simple house in the city center. The middle-aged man then knocked on the front door in a hurry. Many times, she had her hair neatly restored to relieve her nervousness.

Not long after, the door finally opened. The face of a man who was the same age as himself, appeared from there. “Mr Gallardo? Tumben you came here all of a sudden? I haven't prepared anything for you,” the man said as he opened the door wide. He let Rogelio in.

“I've found them, Carlos! I found our kids!” rogelio said enthusiastically, gripping the shoulder of the man in front of him.

“Pa-Paloma, Sir? You found Paloma?” The man's voice was shaking. His eyes began to glaze over.

“Yes, Carlos! I found Paloma,” Rogelio said.

“Where is he, Mister?” The man named Carlos clutched Rogelio's arm firmly.

“Rafael takes Paloma to a city in Spain. During these few years, they stayed there,” explains Rogelio with sparkling eyes.

“Ya, Lord.” Being too happy, Carlos' body weakened. His bones seemed unable to support his body weight, so the man decided to sit on the living room sofa. Nervous, Carlos clasped a golden necklace coiled around his neck so tightly. A necklace bearing his surname, namely Sanchez.

“Let me come with you, Sir. I can't wait to hug my daughter.” Iris of Carlos dark eyes looked at Rogelio's handsome face expectantly.

“You've never been abroad, Carlos. If you come, then I'll have to waste a long time taking care of your passport. Meanwhile, I have to get to Spain as soon as possible,” said Rogelio, trying to give understanding.

“Then I leave this necklace for Paloma, sir. Please give it to her and tell her that I am still alive, and always waiting for her arrival.” Carlos took off the gold necklace and gave it to Rogelio.

“Trust me, Carlos. I will bring them both back to this country. Anyhow,” firmly Rogelio.