Death
Ardilla died in a car accident in Bandung at approximately 05:30 on 19 March 1995. The night before the accident, she met with some friends from ANEKA-YES, a popular teenage magazine, at Jayakarta Hotel Bandung to discuss the agenda for the election of its cover girl and cover boy. The election was to be held on the next day, and she was to be the guest star at the event. After the meeting, she and her manager, Sofiatun, went to a night club called Pollo Club in Jl. Asia Africa at 00:30 to meet with other friends. At 03:30, they left Pollo Club and went to Kintamani restaurant. At 04:30 she left the restaurant and accompanied her friend to a hotel. She and Sofiatun left the hotel at 05:15 to go home. She was driving her car, a Honda Genio D 27 K, which sometimes seemed unstable. After overtaking a red car, Ardilla lost control and hit the fence of the wall in Jl. R. E. Martadinata, Bandung. She died instantly from serious trauma to the head.
Thousands of fans, friends, and family came to her funeral in Bandung. She was buried in Ciamis, West Java, on the same day, in the presence of family, friends, fans and reporters. It was reported that fans were still coming to her house a month after her death.
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