POV Ilhan
The sun was already visible on the eastern horizon when I arrived at Chandra's office using the taxi that is driven by the driver that I met last night. I knocked on the door but there was no answer at all. After a long time waiting while knocking and calling her name several times. I tried another methods, calling her number and contacting her via social media but there was still no answer.
On the board mounted on the front pillar of the fence it is written that the hours of work starts at 9 am while it is only at 6 am, so I decided to go to the nearest convenient store to take a quick breakfast while asking questions and talk a little to Lodewijk, Ludwig's twin about the situation that both of us had to face and negotiate with him so he will take the case if anything happens to us. He was quite annoying and stubborn about the reason for his reluctance to face his own twin.
Out of love for his twin and his desire to avoid conflict, he often refuse to take cases that required him to face Ludwig even though it was also often inadvertently for the two of them to argue against each other in the courtroom.
Only after I used the argument that a Muslim had an obligation to defend what is right and fight against injustice he accepted my offer to take the case if something bad happened to both of us. I understand why his attitude is like this, Lodewijk is a convert. He has only been a Muslim for two years, so there are some things he is not accustomed to do, let alone changing his Dutch character, where it is typical for Dutch people to be individualistic in their daily lives and do not care much about everything that happens around them.
The conversation we both had lasted for an hour and a half since Lodewijk is also a person who is quite slow in responding to messages on social media due to his character but at least it dispelled a little anxiety that I experienced and made me not feel too much time rotation.
The clock showed now is 9 o'clock in the morning. I returned to Chandra's office using the same method as before. When I got there, I knocked on the door but there was still no answer even after I called her name over and over again. This is bad very bad, I don't want to report this to the police, since yesterday's trial I can't trust them. They will not hear me but they will hear mevrouw Sofia.
I opened my smartphone, contacted her and explained the situation that was happening. She asked me to wait at the convenient store where I had breakfast earlier, because for her there were many people who could be eyewitnesses who could deter people or groups who were targeting us from launching their crime rather than I wait in the housing complex where Chandra's office is not noticed from public eyes.
I returned to the convenient store, waiting for her to come with her butler. After they arrived, the three of us left for Chandra's office. Upon arrival, mr. Wisnu used his pick lock skills to unlock Chandra's house door.
A few minutes later the door lock opened. He put on his butler-style gloves first, pulled the doorknob and pushed it.
We entered her house. Her house looked neat as if there were no signs of any strangeness, so did the car she had was still in her garage. After checking the contents of the house, he asked me.
"Mr. Ilhan, when mrs. Chandra called you and sent you her voice note, Can you guess about the background sound where mrs. Chandra was located wether indicating that she was outside or inside the house, a crowded place or quiet place?"
"It sounds like it's windy but I don't know if it's the sound of her breathing or the sound of natural wind."
"Come here, I'll listen to the recording." I gave the voice note to mr. Wisnu then he asked me.
"How was the weather when you left the inn last night?"
"Cloudy."
"Windy?"
"Yes."
"This is a mountainous area, the city has high rainfall rate as far as my experience of living here."
"Yes, when I visited mr. Karim in prison during the daytime it was also raining."
"From the sound of the wind that is not too heavy than the sound when she talks, in my opinion there is a possibility when she made those voice notes, she was outside the house and I think about her whereabouts is in the deleted conversations when she tried to contacted you. Hmmm, mevrouw can you please ask your friend whose name is Ilya to find out where mrs. Chandra is using her telephone number?"
"Yes, I can." she began fiddling with her smartphone trying to contact her friend, I hope we immediately get an answer about Chandra's disappearance.
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