Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case
11: Resplendent Nephila
#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!
Jel knocked on the door of the Whisk apartment impatiently. He's as irritated as Haz is now. He's really mad. He wanted this matter to be resolved quickly.
At 05:50 AM before...
Ting... Ting...
Jel's phone rang loudly. The girl covered her face with a pillow. But still, he had to pick up his phone with a feeling of annoyance and also felt a bad premonition.
"Hello?" sapa Jel was annoyed. The woman rubbed and squinted her eyes for a moment to focus her gaze.
"THE TWO OF YOU DON'T HAVE TO COME TO THE HOSPITAL ANYMORE! I AM SO ASHAMED TO ACCEPT PEOPLE LIKE YOU, ESPECIALLY HAZELIA LIFY!"
Suddenly a man with his bass voice shouted at Jel over the phone.
"Ap-"
Click!
Before Jel could ask a question, the phone had been closed first by the person across the street.
"What the hell?!" muttered Jel irritated.
Jel opens the line application. It is her routine every morning. He knew there was a message for him from Alkaf. When opening the line, how surprised he saw LINE TODAY who immediately gave a surprise news: THE BEAUTIFUL HAZELIA LIFY WHO WAS TRUSTED BY THE GOVERNMENT TO BECOME A DOCTOR AT THE CENTRAL HOSPITAL TURNED OUT TO BE SCANDALOUS, GOING TO A HOTEL WITH THE FAMOUS DETECTIVE WHISKY WOODS?! Tap for more news>>
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" yell Jel.
Jel immediately set foot into Haz's room. There, lay a woman with long wavy hair was engrossed in the world of her sleeping flowers. Jel could even see him smiling. But that's not the problem! Now there's a problem to be solved to clear Hazelia Lify's good name!
Back more...
Jel tapped his right index finger into his own left arm impatiently. Long time they! inner Jel exclaimed.
"Patience." said Haz.
"I can't be patient now, Miss! I know it's not my problem, but it's yours! But, I should be ashamed that Ric is my cousin. What's the point of me being her cousin if I can't clear your good name?" jel said annoyed.
Jel's emotions have reached the crown. Soon he'll explode. Haz knows how the woman's character is. So he chose to be quiet and clenched his mouth tightly so as not to mispronounce and cause Jel also annoyed at him.
A few seconds later, the door of the Whisk apartment open that was seen there was not the owner, but the person who was always called 'Senior' by the reddish-browed man.
"I'm sure you're here because of the issue. Come inside. The whiskey is in a bad mood. He can explode at any time, please take care of your words if you do not want to be sprayed by him," Alkaf said, inviting the two women in.
"What the fuck. The one affected by the disaster was not just him. Hazelia was also dragged by her name inside!" exclaim Jel. "After all, who is Richard Vinzeliuka? Do not look like Papa-Mama he is rich, he can casually waste his wealth for things that are not needed! Disgusts."
If Jel had rambled at length, no one could have stopped him. Especially about Haz. Because Jel used to be strong because of a guy named Hazelia Lify. Until now, he still remembers what his best friend has done to encourage him.
"He's there, balcony room, Haz. Meet him and talk to him for a moment. I guess, only you will understand and calm her down," Alkaf held Jel's shoulder while asking Haz to meet the Whisk alone.
"I'm fine, Jel. Take your time with Alkaf" said Haz.
Haz took a long breath. Of course he's not gonna be okay!
Haz steps towards the balcony. Arriving there, he could see the Whisk staring intently unblinkingly at one of the towering buildings across.
Haz took a deep breath. He wanted to touch the shoulders of the reddish-blind girly man. But he doubted.
Before Haz manages to touch Whisk's shoulder, the man first catches his wrist.
Whisk, still with his sharp gaze, looked towards Haz who was displaying an innocent face. Perplexities. Unthinkable by him.
Ah... Turns out he's. Inner Whisk.
Whisk peeps Haz's palm. The gentle fragrance of perfume that the man had never before smelled spoiled his sense of smell.
"The perfumes were blended using peonies" said Haz as if he knew what the Whisk was thinking.
Haz, with her hands still held by the Whisk, takes a comfortable sitting position on the sofa while enjoying the morning sun that slowly begins to shine on her body.
"You, concoct it yourself, don't you?" ask Whisk.
"Ahaha... Yes, you were right, I concocted it myself," Haz replied awkwardly.
Because of the news, the atmosphere of the two of them was so awkward. No one wants to open their mouth about it.
Ting... Ting...
Whisk's phone rang loudly. The man immediately removed Haz's wrist and raised his phone.
"I'm already at the door of Young Master's apartment Whisk," it's from Andrian.
"All right, I get it," replied the Whisk.
Whisk could not stop the habit of Andrian who always spoke formally to him.
Whisk got up from his seat and left Haz alone there.
After Whisk left, Haz hit his thigh. To vent his frustration to himself. Argha! What do you want that fucking one?! Why should I make my scandal with the man I just met?! Grpr... Long ago, he left me! Now what?! She's not happy with me!? FUCKING MEN! inner Haz hot. Even unconsciously a clear water walked down his stye cheeks. When can I forget him if he keeps appearing before me?
Whisk returned a few moments later along with Andrian. "So, what's your plan, miss?"
In the next room...
"Aragh!!! That damn thing just kept bothering Haz, yeah" Jel growled.
"Still vengeful for the past?" ask Alkaf.
"You also know how precious Haz is to me! If you were in my position then, you would understand why I care so much about him! I'm the son of the broc-family"
Alkaf instantly closed Jel's mouth using his palm. He understood why Jel cared so much about Haz. Because all this time who played the role of an affectionate giver to Jel was Haz. Jel considered Haz to be her brother, but she was a few months older than him.
"I understand. Stop talking about things that will make you do stupid things again. If there were no Hazelnuts there, I would never know you well. I owe him that too" said Alkaf.
"Fucking ric! Are you sure that whisky bottle will rival Ric? Ric is rich he can silence everyone's mouth with his abundant wealth" said Jel.
"Who said Whisk isn't rich?" Alkaf smiled amusedly at Jel's statement.
"What do you mean?" ask Jel.
"Whisk is so rich! I don't even know how much the nominal is. It's like he's running a shadow economy back there! If you say that detective seems like nothing compared to Ric jerk, you're wrong. Whisk is the real rich man in the world. He can pull shares of Ric's parent company easily" Alkaf explained with a big smile.
"Where do you know that?" ask Jel.
"Here, read. It was the personal information of the Whisk that many people did not know. He was the true master of the shadow economy," Alkaf gave his tablet to Jel.
"WHATTTTT???!!"
Back again with Andrian, Haz, and Whisk...
"WHATTTTT???!!"
Jel's cry was heard to the place where the three people who were talking seriously.
"What happened to Jel?" muttered Haz to himself.
"Alkaf told him about the thing I told you just now, Lady Hazelia. Not like you are ordinary, huh" said Whisk as he shrugged his shoulders.
"I've read it. My first reaction was the same" Haz said honestly.
"Ho. You seem so interested in me, don't you?" god Whisk who immediately got a flick on his forehead.
"Hey!" exciting Whisk. "It hurts!" The reddish-browed man stroked his reddened forehead.
"I'm attracted to you because you're an equal rival to me" elak Haz told me some of the truth.
It's true, for Haz, Whisk is a rival equal to him in terms of thinking. Until he's interested in her. But, that was before. Now, Haz is really interested in her for getting to know the man.
Whisk did not care what Haz said and offered Andrian a credit card. "Your salary has helped a lot."
"No, sir! I cannot accept this" Andrian refused.
Haz reached into his pocket and pulled out a credit card as well. "Please help, Mr. Andrian." Haz smiled sweetly at Andrian: If you don't accept both of them die you!
Andrian vertical salivary rough. The threat really left him helpless. Just like someone's threat.
"alright. Alright. Thank you, sir, Miss," Andrian pulled the two cards from the front.
"Gee... Whoa... A woman wants to rival me," led Whisk.
Haz stared at the sharp Whisk. The man who originally wanted to laugh, suddenly kept silent. He was most afraid of Haz. Especially if Haz glares angrily at her.
"Here you are, sir, Miss, you both look like little children in love and ..."
Andrian stopped his words because Haz was glaring at him. "All right, I'll shut up."
"Give information about which online printing companies spread this issue. The company thinks they're the only ones who can make such an issue? They do not know who the author of Resplendent Nephila who wrote conspiracy novels and other famous novels? How dare they take the writer's war!?"
"HAAA???!!"
This time, Whisk and Andrian were shocked.
"Miss says, Miss is Resplendent Nephila? Is me... Is my sense of hearing damaged?" Andrian looked at Haz in wonderment and amazement.
Haz thrusts his phone right in front of Andrian's face. "Still doubting Nephila's Resplendent?"
"Finally! And finally! I met this famous writer!" exclaim Andrian proud.
"It's nice to meet you, Resplendent Nephila, I'm a huge fan of yours. I admit defeat" said Whisk in amazement.
