Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

127: I Don't Like To Be Praised ....

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

Back to hot state Hazelia Lify―as 'top'―and Whisky Woods―as 'bottom' ....

"Hazelia Lify, don't move!" whisk exclaims stifled as Haz wants to advance his seat. She still holds Haz's hips to hold her body in its original position.

"Why, Whisky Woods? Don't you like me?" asked Haz in a very gentle and seductive tone. It seems like the long-haired lady let Ziesya appear and teased the Whisk.

"I really like you. But, I don't want to do this shameful thing with someone who isn't my wife!"

Whisk is increasingly pushed back by Ziesya's treatment of taking over Haz's body. "Now, I order you to return to your seat before anyone directs a flashlight or peeks from the outside" the man said. Not happy, he was worried. He knows it's Ziesya.

Ziesya put a disappointed look on Haz's face. He is an expert in the world of 'flirt' and romanticism. Usually, she helps Fabel to write hot and romantic scenes in Haz's novel, Resplendent Nephila.

True, Fables are personalities who also write stories in novels published by Haz, sometimes the long-haired woman herself who writes them. Though without Fabel's help, Haz has a natural talent for writing stories.

Ziesya immediately sat sweetly in the passenger seat in accordance with the orders of the Whisk. The reddish-blended man could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Tempted a little more, Whisk might lose his mind and immediately snatch Haz without a care in front there are still many police and reporters standing guard. The Whisk Faith is strong too.

Fortunately, Ziesya, who was in Haz's body, sat down sweetly. And, Haz's body is taken over by his owner again. Someone pointed a flashlight into the car. He smiles when he sees Haz and the normal Whisk.

"How was that?" ask Haz, deliberately teasing Whisk who looks frustrated.

"It's bad. I don't like it" replied the Whisk honestly. He's not used to doing things 'intense' with women. Not that he did it to a man. I'm sorry, men with reddish streaks are still straight and like women.

"You too must resist temptation, Mr. Woods, "praise Haz.

Either it should be considered a compliment or a mockery of Haz's one sentence. The whiskey simply smiled awkwardly and replied as briefly as, "Must."

Haz breaks the chocolate bar that the Whisk gave him a moment ago.

"Give me one," pinta Whisk.

Haz glanced at the Whisk and gave it to him. He was picking up chocolate very slowly.

An awkward atmosphere enveloped the two of them.

"Anyway, Whisk. I want to ask you. But, I forgot to keep going," said Haz, melting the awkward atmosphere that enveloped them. He didn't want it to be so late.

"Yes? What's up?" ask Whisk.

"How do you know we have to come here?" Haz asked the Whisk.

"Guard that ad." Whisk pointed to an advertising bar, then continued, "I saw him on Hospital television. And, I can remember the path I once walked."

"Oh, it turns out that you noticed some details as well huh," Haz said as he nodded his head.

"Of course I pay attention to the details. I don't want to trouble you" said Whisk.

Whisk received it with pleasure and snacking on the supplement was like snacking on candy. "thank you. I'm still very sleepy. That's why I didn't get out of the car" replied the man with a reddish streak.

"Well, we've been here for a while now, how?" ask Haz.

"Maybe, as long as those who are there do not think of anything." Whisk pointed towards the crowd, whose two-three people were watching the car being driven by the reddish-browed man.

"We'll just move out of the place then. The location of sewer is also still used as TKP. How about we go to the cafe yesterday? It's Friday, every Friday and every weekend they open in the afternoon and close in the morning" Haz said, explaining the cafe's schedule.

"So can also, even though the route must be traveled far enough from here," said Whisk.

"It doesn't matter to you, does it, Whisk?" Haz asks to make sure that Whisk is okay and still able to drive the car.

Haz can't drive a car or ride a train at all. He can only ride a bicycle. That's why he always relied on Jel when working or college first to deliver it. In fact, long-haired women once learned to drive cars and ride trains. It was just that there was a small accident that made him become unwilling to drive both. So, he also prefers a bicycle as his transportation tool―that if he wants to go somewhere.

"It shouldn't be a problem" replied the Whisk. "But, Haz, I'm sorry if this question offends you."

Of course Haz knew what the Whisk was going to ask. The reddish-browed man will definitely ask why he was never seen driving a car.

"Why don't you try to drive?" ask Whisk.

In accordance with Haz's guess, Whisk did ask about it. He could only sigh and reply, "Em ... there was a small accident that caused me not to want to drive. If it is said to be a small accident, it is also actually serious. Hehe."

Whisk, who heard Haz's naughtiness at the end of his sentence, felt guilty for asking. As he does not know, he feels that he has offended and opened the old wound that Haz had kept.

"Sorry, I don't know. I shouldn't have asked that."

"No problem, Whisky Woods. I just need more time not to feel guilty for what I've done. At least, now I feel better after saying it."

"You look so fucked up, Haz."

"And, you look even more fucked up, Whisk. Insomnia that attacks you, is it still bothering you?"

"Report, not so annoying anymore. Ever since I got to know you and tried some advice from you, I've been able to sleep well. Thank you, Doctor."

Haz chuckles amusedly. He blushed a little because it turned out that he could be useful to others―Haz had always considered himself useless and could only trouble others as Alkaf had once said. He's bowed.

"I'm not helping anything, Whisky Woods. I'm just conveying what others are telling me." Haz, who was still covered in the words of Alkaf who said he was useless, could only reject the praise given to him.

"Hey, don't be too insecure and consider yourself low. You're more than that, Haz. You're great, you know that." Whisk tries to appease Haz who is humbling himself. He doesn't like it very much if someone thinks he's useless to someone else.

Useful or not, only the people who have received it know. For the rest, one must be able to receive a good compliment for himself.

"Thank you, Whisk. Let's get out of this place" Haz asked, "The look of those people makes me uncomfortable."