Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

10. HOT NEWS: SCANDAL

#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!

The 11th of April 2020

At 06:00 AM

The day after the joint dinner with Alkaf and Jel...

"Hey! Gawking like your dongo people," comes out the style of Medan Alkaf language that sucks in Indonesian.

Whisk did not even stare at Alkaf at all. He was enjoying the sky that was drenched by dawn to become a beautiful pink mortal on the balcony of the apartment. He also seemed to be thinking about something.

"I don't understand your language in Medan, Uncle Pedophilia, Jelly lover. Please change your language to a more standard language!" reply Whisk using Indonesian language that is less fitting. He still did not stare at Alkaf at all.

"Hey! Who do you call "Uncle Pedophilia" ha!?" exclaim Alkaf upset. "My husband even married a fourteen-year-old woman!"

"Can you not distinguish between the stone age and modern times like this?" Whisk sipped a cup of coffee he made an hour ago.

Alkaf took a long breath. He did not want to have a long argument with the Whisk, for the man had a thousand reasons to silence whatever Alkaf had said. The bespectacled man looked at the sitting bule while thinking about that something. He gave up, and sat down next to him.

"You seem to be thinking about something" Alkaf sniffed at the target. "Tell me!" forcing doors.

"Richard Vinzeliuka," Whisk only mentioned one name.

Alkaf paused for a moment, then squinted his eyes. "Don't tell him... Stating a 'World War' with you?"

"News on the internet" Whisk said, staring intently at the tall building across the street. It felt like the building would be destroyed instantly with his gaze.

Alkaf opened Mbah gugel on his smart phone. The first thing he sees is HOT news that will probably be highlighted one world.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" shout Alkaf. His screams might echo into one apartment.

In the apartment next door...

"HAZELIA'S LIFY! GETUP!" jel panicked.

"Hm?" Haz muttered softly pulling the blanket over his face. He certainly didn't want to wake up. They slept around two this morning.

"WAKE UP FIRST! GO TO SLEEP LATER! THERE'S SCANDAL!" yelled Jel furiously.

"The aa scandal? Uan ulusan u," muttered Haz who could still be interpreted by Jel. (What scandal? None of my business).

"THIS IS YOUR SCANDAL!" Again Jel shouted.

"WHAT?! WHATCHU MEAN?" reply Haz yelling.

"It's..." Jel turned her phone screen to Haz.

Haz grabs the phone held by Jel and reads it. "New Scandal: Sweet Doctor Hazelia Lify Goes To The Hotel With Famous Detective Whisky Woods To Do Nonsense Things?! WHAT THE FVCK IS THIS, JELKESYA?!"

"YOU ASKED ME, I KNOW HAZELIA LIFY!" jel's reply was as upset as the woman before him. "Gerrr... It must be that fucking Ric! We need to get to Alkaf and Whisk. Take a shower now Hazelia!"

Back again with Alkaf and Whisk...

"He wants to play with fire with me huh," chirped the cynical Whisk.

Ting... Ting...

Whisk picked up his phone that was ringing loudly.

"Qu'avez-vous faith in Indonesia?!" exclaimed an upset man in French. "Pourquoi for a single pose?! N'as-tu pas honte?!" (What are you doing in Indonesia?! Why is there such news?! Where's your face?!).

"Tais-toi! The je peux m'en occuper. Tu es juste assise jolie," said a cold whiskey to the person on the phone. The man in red immediately turned off his phone after saying this. (You're quiet! I can take care of it myself. Just sit your sweet there).

Alkaf of course understands French. The French is pretty good.

"The grossier" Alkaf said. (It's very rude of you).

Whisk did not care about Alkaf's teasing and looked for someone's contact on his phone: Andrian. As soon as he found the number he was looking for, the man called.

Tut's...

Clik...

Voice is connected very quickly.

"Andrian, I need your help," without further ado or greeting first, Whisk immediately asked Andrian to help him.

The first thing the Whisk heard was not Andrian's voice but, "Uh... An... Fastererrr!"

Whisk shakes his head. It turned out to be the morning routine meant by Andrian, the man's inner being.

"Sorry, Sir. What's calling me so early? Not as usual" Andrian said.

"Read the news and you'll know. You can't find out the owner of that new blog and report it to me? After 'your morning routine' of course," pinta Whisk.

"Alright, Sir. I'll do it" Andrian replied.

The phone shut down the Whisk immediately after Andrian agreed to his request.

Whisk again looking for someone's phone contact on his phone. He has already bought international roaming cards so there are no restrictions on accessing to any country. Lady Lam's. He immediately pressed on the name and waited for a reply there.

"Pervertido!" a woman on the phone. (Hello pervert!).

"No hay necesidad de hablar largo y tendido. Mueve los quinientos euros a mi cuenta en Indonesia. Ahora!" said the cold Whisk was full of emphasis. (No need to make small talk. Move five hundred euros to my account in Indonesia. Now!).

"Woah, manteen la calma, Senor. Hecho de inmediato" said the woman. (Woah, please calm down, Senior. I'll do it soon).

Whisk hung up the phone without hearing the word of the woman named Lam again. He's in a very bad mood right now. He doesn't care if only his name is on the news. But, the problem is that Haz's name is also dragged in there. What should he tell Haz? She doesn't want Haz to misunderstand her. The man wants to have a good relationship with Haz.

Alkaf who was next to the Whisk could only glance at him. The glasses guy goosebumps looking at Whisk with his cold face. I guess... Haz was right. He would have been more suited to the role of antagonist if he had been made into a story, Alkaf thought.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Alkaf and Whisk could hear the sound of the door of the Whisk apartment being knocked impatiently. Alkaf knew it must be Jel. Because while in 'house' Haz will not do that.

"Just sit here. I'll open the door for them. They must have read the news online," Alkaf told Whisk who wanted to get up from his seat.

The whiskey still did not stare at Alkaf. He's really mad. Haz and himself never went to such a place. Wh-wh-what for? He and Haz are our neighbors, Satan! Why would he make such a scandal in a people's country?! You'll regret having fought a 'devil' war, Richard Vinzeliuka! the whisky in his heart was irritated.