Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

13: Flashbacks

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

"He!" jel exclaimed to Haz and Whisk who were busy with their respective affairs.

"Oh, Jelkesya," Haz said hello. He was not surprised at all by Jel's exclamation. The man opposite him is the same.

"Alkaf told me to tell you to make a vanilla latte" Jel said.

"No more, Miss. He had finished the last pack at about two in the morning after you went home to your own apartment" Whisk said without looking at Jel. He's busy with his Americano concoction.

"Oh, jeez. Yeah, just a second. I'll ask him what he wants" Jel said as he opened the lock-screen of his phone.

~

Angel: Alkaff...

Jel: No more vanilla lattes!

Jel: You forgot to buy it huh?

Jel: What do you want to replace?

Jel: Or do you want jasmine tea?

Jel: Reply!

Message sent.

Alkaf: Americano?

Jel: Oh, there is.

Angel: Want Americano?

Alkaf: Yes, that's all.

Alkaf: Do not have too much sugar.

Alkaf: If you can use creamer only.

Jel: Okay!

Message read.

~

"Say Alkaf he wants an Americano with a creamer without sugar" Jel said.

"What about yourself? What do you want?" ask Whisk.

"Sweet tea" replied Jel briefly. "alright. I'll join Alkaf and Andrian on the balcony. Come quickly yes!"

Jel disappeared from the kitchen.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was so quiet. No one opens their voice. Only the clangs of the equipment collided with each other. Between the glass, the spoon, and the thing made by the Whisk. Between teflon faces, pancake batter, and spatula used by Haz. Just that extent. They are busy with their own business.

If the two of them opened a cafe, it would definitely be a great success. They have their own unique ability to do things.

However, whenever Haz cooks and serves something, he is haunted by his past. Given how Ric treated him in front of his friends, it was truly traumatizing!

Flashbacks...

"Let's wear this!" Ric gave Haz a Japanese cafe-style maid outfit.

Haz shook his head firmly, refusing Ric's request. "Why am I wearing it? Ric, what do you want to do?"

Haz already feels a bad feeling when Ric says he wants to take Haz to his house.

"Oh come... I just want to see it" Ric said.

"No! I said I didn't want to. I'm out!" Haz wanted to open the door in front of him. But that door cannot be opened.

"The key to that door is my fingerprints, honey. You wouldn't be able to open it without my fingerprints," Ric joked to see Haz's action.

Grpr... It turns out that is true said Rika, Ric's older sister. I shouldn't have liked his mafia-like sister! haz said regretfully in his heart.

"What do you want Richard?" ask Haz.

"It's easy. You put on this shirt, you go to the kitchen and cook me something for lunch" Ric said lightly.

"What do you mean give me a dress like this? It's too vulgar!" hardik Haz's. "What do you think of me as?"

"Who? I just want to see you wear it. Is your boyfriend wrong?" ask Ric. The man threw his shirt on the sofa. "That's up to you anyway. You wear this, do what I tell you to do, and then I'll let you out of this room. Or you choose to stay in this locker room with me and in the future don't know what's going to happen."

"Devil!" exclaim Haz.

"You love this demon, don't you?" ric said easy.

Akhs! Goddamnit! My phone was also held back by him. How'this? What if he's assorted? Haz stared intently at Ric.

"alright. I'll put on that suit and do as you say. As far as it goes, don't be weird anymore" Haz chose the first decision in the end.

Haz unwillingly takes the suit, and enters one of the changing rooms. Vinzeliuka's residence is like a mall. Very big and magnificent. Even the dining room itself is styled like a restaurant.

Haz hates to admit it, but since he's also a rich kid, he doesn't really like wealth, but he has to like it. Given that he grew up in 'home' with Alkaf, yes he had a bit of a sense of rejection of 'wealth'.

Haz stared at his reflection in front of the mirror. Oh christ! I'm really bad at wearing these clothes, Haz closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He then came out of the dressing room.

"Oh, already? Well, the next thing is to go to the kitchen and cook food for me. It's easy for you, isn't it? Considering you are directly under the supervision of Senior Alkaf in the kitchen section," Ric said.

No wonder Ric knew. Because Ric also often visited Alkaf's 'house' before. But, since entering High School, he rarely visited the place, because he was busy with basketball club affairs and debut solo singing performances.

Haz must inevitably follow Ric's words.

"This is my kitchen," Ric tweeted.

I know, inner Haz. He had already estimated the location of the kitchen and its shape. Just tell him he's like a fortune teller. Without knowing people or visiting a place, he will immediately know the name of the person or the location and shape of the place.

"Please guess my favorite," Ric left Haz alone there. It did not appear that the servants of the house were anywhere.

So quiet. I'm guessing this house will soon become the historic home of the Vinzeliuka family, Inner Haz.

What was I thinking? I need to get Ric ready for what he's asking for and get out of here! call Haz to himself.

Honestly, I never knew what Ric liked. He's a strange man. He said he liked everything I liked. However, not entirely the statement was true, Haz let out a long sigh thinking about it. The teenage girl was right, Ric didn't really like what she liked. He just said it. The truth? Who knows.

Looking at a guy like Ric, I'm sure he likes Western food. However, it is also not arbitrary. Given in the European continent and the American continent also have deep differences. One of them is in the ingredients. Food in Europe is more inclined to use spices like in Asia. Although rice is not their staple food, still some spices must be put in to strengthen the taste. Looks like Ric won't like it so much, Haz opens the fridge door and looks into the contents.

In America, people often eat savory food. Sorry, but the word includes junk food. That fits the criteria, considering Ric loves buying burgers when he hangs out in the elite region of the provincial capital, Haz hesitates to choose a fish dish that is conjured up in the style of European food, or the American-style conjured meat dish.

Haz closes the fridge door, then thinks about what he'll do well. Haz learned this from Alkaf. The bespectacled man said: "Remember Hazelia Lify, not everyone has the criteria of 'eating everything' like ahem... Alm. Your mother's. But the criteria of people are different. Seen from his daily food. What he chose, and what made his expression disgusted with food. When you cook something to someone, you have to choose the criteria that match their tongue. It'll show a little charisma."

All right, I'll just pick the meat dish. Given that Ric sometimes complained about fishy fish and vegetables that did not match his tongue, Haz ended up choosing foods that were served with meat. Haz opened the closet door and pulled out a packet of beef wrapped in plastic wrap.

Now I just have to determine the level of maturity. Ric once went to the United States, precisely the city of New York. There, he must have only tried two types of meat dishes: half-raw and cooked. Half-raw has the impression to ensure the quality of authenticity of the meat. While cooked has a savory and soft impression when tasted. It seems like I have to make sure of it myself, considering that I don't really like meat because it's been vegetarian for a long time, Haz wears plastic gloves that are available in Ric's kitchen. The kitchen was too big for himself, but he still treated it like a kitchen in the 'house' Alkaf.

After a while...

Haz brought a plate of cooked steak ¾ cooked. He knew Ric would love it considering he had visited the United States.

Haz's feeling was already uncomfortable. He felt that something really bad was going to happen to him. His guess was reinforced as he entered the Vinzeliuka family dining room. Ric is not alone there, there are friends of one school, including Jel, and some children of students and students from other schools who are close friends of Ric.

Ric chuckles mockingly at Haz coming over.

Haz's hands were already trembling, enduring the anger and shame. Damn it... Damn it... Damn it... Damn it... Damn it... He said those words like a mantra.

"Include me, my new maid!"

Haz immediately slammed the broken glass plate in his hand after Ric finished saying those words. Everyone was shocked and looked straight at Haz. The teenage girl's face was already red. Resisting her tears, shame, and anger.

Jel who saw this, immediately rose apitam. He kicked down the table in front of him, then took out a glass of water in his hand and came to the Host.

People have been whispering here and there, some are chuckling, some are laughing mockingly, but there are also those who just keep quiet—think it is an insult, not a joke. Even worse, someone took a picture of Haz.

Jel spilled water on the glass right on Ric's face. "ANYONE WHO DARES TO HARASS HIM, IT MEANS WANTING TO DECLARE WAR WITH ME!"

Not satisfied just wetting Ric, Jel even slammed broken glass and slapped Ric's right cheek. "REMEMBER ********! DON'T YOU EVER BOTHER MY BEST FRIEND AGAIN, IF YOU WANT TO BOTHER HIM, STEP ON MY BODY!"

Jel went to Haz, and put on a jacket. Haz and Jel's body sizes aren't much different. People often call them "Similar But Not the Same", because the closeness of the two of them is like a twin.

" What's the fuss?" Ric's two older sisters, Rika and her twin Riko dropped down. Seeing Haz crying.

"The ric!!! What are you doing ha?!" shouted Rica.

Riko herself said nothing and just stared at her shameless sister.

"From now on, I, Liulaika Jelkesya, will not consider the Vinzeliuka family as my brothers anymore! Just look at you guys. Want wherever I meet will never be considered," Jel declared war with a cold gaze.

Rika and Riko go after Haz and Jel. Especially to persuade Jel not to antagonize them. Jel is a very hard and strong man. Once said so, he will forever do.

"I'm out!" said Galih—Gal—one of Ric's best friends, from another school. I feel it is not worth showing.

"Baby! Hush!" Florista or Flo, Gal's girlfriend, exclaims to the teenage boy. "It's totally inappropriate."

Some also leave. But most stay.

"This is a good show! Nice, Ric! Remembering a Hazelia Lify is always looking for a face in front of the teachers. Ahaha!"

Flashback...

Whisk took the spatula from Haz's hand. The red-bladed man smashed into the unfocused and sculpted woman's body, gently shifting his position to the side, resuscitating the woman.

"If you have a trauma with the kitchen and so on, don't force it. Your face is pale now. This pancake is almost charred because you think of things that are really unnecessary!" Whisk reverse pancake. Fortunately, it was on time so that the pancakes did not become charred and had to be thrown away.

Haz patted both cheeks. Jesus, Hazelia Lify, what are you thinking? You must be aware! Now he is also waiting for your fall a second time! You can't be weak like you used to be!

"I'm sorry... I'm..." Haz sounded stammering.

"Shut up, Hazelia Lify. Wash your face and rejoin them. Business in the kitchen, leave it to me!"