Chapter 21 Part 6 "Oddities"

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POV Lodewijk

I went to a department store in one of the malls in this city, wanting to buy clothes for Riri Aruna, a nurse who had helped Tantri save my life so that I could continue my struggle to finish Karim's case.

The reason I want to buy clothes for her is, I want to live my memories with my twin. Every time our birthday came, he would give me clothes as gift and I don't think clothes are a bad gift.

Based on the information I got from Tantri about Riri, Tantri said that Riri seemed like a cheerful person. She also said that Tantri likes clothes in cool colors and bright colors, she is also not someone who wears jilbab, unlike her who likes to wear jilbab so when I'm at the department store, I took lots of photos of the clothes that I thought are good and sent the photos to Tantri.

It took me and her about two hours to choose about what kind of clothes Riri might like based on the photos of herself that she uploaded on her social media accounts, although it took a long time in the end we managed to choose clothes that Riri might like based on Tantri's observations.

The clothes that Tantri suggested to me for Riri were a white cream button knit sweater, a long pastel pale purple colored span scuba skirt, and a plain white short-sleeved women's shirt. After I bought the clothes, I bought wrapping paper with floral motifs, red ribbon and glue at the bookstore in the mall then went home and wrapped the clothes I had bought for Riri with the wrapping paper and tied the gifts with the red ribbon.

Around 3 pm, I went to the apartment area where Riri lived by tram. When I arrived at the destined area, I walked while occasionally looking at my smartphone's g- maps which directed me to a medium-sized apartment building that has four floors. I entered the apartment building, climbed the stairs to the third floor and then looked at every nameplate attached to the apartment door until I finally arrived at a door that had Aruna's name written on it.

I knocked on the front door of her apartment room several times and waited for the door to be opened because there didn't seem to be a bell system attached on the doors in this apartment. For 2 minutes I waited but the door didn't open either. I tried knocking a few more times and waited for the door to be opened but it still wouldn't open. I tried knocking on the door several times while shouting my salam and saying excuse me but the door still hasn't been opened so I gave up my intention to give her the gift and decided to go home and will try to come another day.

In the evening, when I was about to eat my dinner, the television I turned on was showing a news. The news anchor opened the news by saying that Princess Sofia had an accident in a tunnel when she and her butler, Wisnu Wijaya, were on their way to the airport.

The host said that Princess Sofia survived but her butler died in an accident, then the emcee aired a live interview between the reporter and the police who handled the case. The policeman that is interviewed said that the investigation for this accident was still ongoing because there was no CCTV installed in the tunnel.

When I watched the news, I felt like this incident had happened before but I don't remember who experienced it, where it happened and when it happened so I tried to find the news on the internet and my search results on the internet showed several articles relating the case of Mevrouw Sofia's accident with the death of Lady Diana of the UK due to a car accident.

Could it be that this accident wasn't actually an accident but an attempted assassination on mevrouw Sofia like the conspiracy theory that lady Diana was actually murdered? Ah, I don't know. One thing is for sure, if this accident was an attempted murder of mevrouw Sofia, then I too must be in danger and maybe I'm not the only one who is trapped in this situation, the People that close to mevrouw Sofia are surely going to be trapped in similar situation.

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