#10: A Detective's Intuition

Ben stared at the card for a while. "Dzaf," he muttered. "Nana must've contacted Dzaf that day as well, and he might have picked up something." For Ben, Dzaf was a friend who had a very critical thinking mind. Dzaf used to be able to figure out complex mathematical questions or solve problems much better than himself. He was also a friend that Ben had not seen for a long time. It's a wonder why he had lost contact with almost everyone he had ever knew in the past, but it was not an important matter at that moment.

Amirah who had already cleared up the table where Ben had eaten, curved a smile. The worried look on his face was already gone. "So I guess that card is really helpful," she said as she placed the cups in the sink. "What are you going to do now?" Ben thought of this for a while. Green Road was not that far away if he took his motorbike, and the evening weather seemed to cool down. He glanced at Amirah and chuckled. "I'm going to Dzaf's place then," he said. "My intuition tells me I may find something there. Everything may turn out well. Thanks Amirah, for the food and information."

Ben made a quick dash towards the automatic door, but halted just outside the bakery. He turned around and waved at Amirah who was watching him go. "I'll come back and try some other breads next time," he exclaimed. Amirah giggled. "You better," she cried back. Hearing this, Ben gave another wave and continued to run along the empty pavement towards his motorbike.

When Ben reached his vehicle, his heart was suddenly filled with an uneasy feeling. It was as if a strong chill had came from the direction of the bakery. Is everything really going to be okay?

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"I'm sorry sir," the clerk at the National Food Magazine apologised. "Mr Dzaf had to go to an important event this evening." Ben frowned. He had drove as fast as he could to get there, only to hear that his old friend was not in. He sighed a few times before asking the clerk again, "What event was he attending?"

The clerk looked at her computer for a while before answering, "To a concert of an idol, sir."