POV Tantri
I along with the investigator who was interrogating me walked out of the monitoring room for one of the interrogation room.
Once in the hallway, I immediately said goodbye to the investigator who had interrogated me because I wanted to immediately give my report to mevrouw Sofia and sinjo Karim regarding what had happened to me and about the tragic fate that befell all the bodyguards assigned to guard the actors whom disguised as invited guests and the actors who are assigned to replace the real mevrouw Sofia and sinjo Karim in their fake wedding celebration party.
I have to go now because when I checked my social media accounts in various social media applications, I saw a lot of people reporting that mevrouw Sofia and sinjo Karim had been killed when the car convoy was attacked by these terrorists or news stating that they were killed when the villa collapsed after the explotion happened when the celebration party for their wedding was held. The mass media crews have also written various news articles in which the titles and contents are being used to lead public opinion so that they believe in the worst case that mevrouw Sofia and sinjo Karim have died as a result of the terrorist attacks to kill them both.
In the hallway near the entrance to the police station building, I sat in the waiting chair holding my smartphone in my right hand, thinking about how I could get to the house where mevrouw Sofia and sinjo Karim had been hiding in the safest way possible to keep the confidentiality of their hiding place remains intact.
I couldn't go there by driving the white car that I used earlier because that car was confiscated by the police to be used as evidence for the crimes that the two terrorists had committed.
I'm not going to use a regular taxi or an online taxi because I'm not sure the taxi driver who took me to the house where mevrouw Sofia and sinjo Karim are hiding can keep his or her mouth and fingers from spreading the location where mevrouw Sofia and sinjo Karim are hiding through his or her mouth and his or her smartphone.
It is also impossible for me to borrow a vehicle belonging to the police force because I believe that there are still dirty cops who will take advantage of the fate that has befallen upon me if I borrow a vehicle that turns out to be owned by the dirty cop.
The only way I can go to mevrouw Sofia and sinjo Karim's hideout is to contact Lodewijk and hoping to Allah that He will move Lodewijk's heart so that he is willing to help me.
I opened the lock screen of my smartphone, opened the WhatsApp application then typed and sent a message to him. Under the profile picture and WhatsApp name the word 'online ' is written in which indicates that his smartphone is still active and his WhatsApp application is active too and not closed.
I don't put my smartphone in the pocket of the pants I'm wearing, I still hold my smartphone while sometimes lifting my smartphone and staring at the screen, hoping that there will be a notification in the form of an answer from him to the messages that I've sent to him.
Fifteen minutes passed but, he still didn't answer even though his WhatsApp contact name still had the words 'online ' written under it, I who had lost my temper tried to call him using the same application.
The sound of the call from my smartphone continued to echo in my right ear until the sound of the call stopped, indicating that he did not answer my first call.
I tried a second time but the result is still the same, a feeling of irritated started to rise in my heart. I tried to call him a third time and the result is still the same as before. Damn, if Lodewijk is my subordinate, I will definitely be angry and yell out my lungs to him because he doesn't answer the call of his leader deftly.
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