Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

131: Complaints of Liulaika Jelkesya

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

"I want this problem to work, Whisky Woods! No one likes being in a position like this!" exclaiming Jel stuck. If he were not self-conscious about where he was, he would raise his voice, like the stress that reached the top of his head at that time.

"I want to make up with Haz too! I also want Alkaf to be unselfish! Haz has done everything for me. I just did a few little things for him. But, everyone, Whisky Woods. Everyone never gave me a chance. I'm so mad! I was so angry that it felt like I wanted to hit someone and scream loudly!"

Whisk listens to all the grievances thrown by Jel. He knows enough about Jel's feelings. But he could do nothing to help her. The best thing he can do is to be quiet or talk as necessary. If necessary, just listen to what Jel wants to convey to completion.

"I want to be useful. Haz spoils me, that's right. But I can take care of myself too. I'm not a kid. Haz also restricted himself when pampering myself. That's why I like being around him. There's no burden I have to think about, because Haz solved the problem himself well. I don't understand why Alkaf is jealous until like that. Whereas when I had a problem, and I needed someone to rely on, he never existed. Even though I told him, he never existed!"

Jel looks like a person who has respiratory disorders―he did have respiratory disorders as a child, he suffered from asthma―after a long chatter.

Whisk was sure it wasn't done and he was ready to listen. The man is a good listener, although sometimes he does not want to interfere in other people's problems. Looking at the chaotic Jel, his empathy had suddenly appeared. He could not resist it, so there he was, listening to the long babble of a friend of the person he liked.

"I've never sued for this or that. I just want freedom. Not unconditionally free. Rather than being free in the sense that I can do what I like, can get support to do what I like. I feel like a puppet of someone if I am in this position constantly. I'm really sick of it. On one hand, I certainly could not say the word 'break up' so easily to Alkaf. On the other hand, Alkaf tied me up like a horse in a stable. I love freedom, that's right. Freedom I mean, you will think about it when you have a relationship with Hazelia. I hope you're not selfish and can follow and guide Haz, not sue him."

Whisk nodded. He understands Jel's direction. Although there was a problem, he should be able to become a chesty person.

Haz, though he may be a little outrageous, but what he's doing is for the good. Remembering himself had also been trying to live up to that moment. He's been through a lot, through a lot of hardship when he was a kid.

"Dance ...." Jel's face looked increasingly moody.

Whisk knows in a moment Jel will tell a story of a loved one .... No, loved. He put his ears on nicely, not going to miss what Jel was going to say.

"Haz is a very strong man. When he sat in the high school bench first, Alkaf once kicked him out of 'home'. At that time, I couldn't help her either."

Whisk was of course shocked by Jel's statement. What does it mean that the woman with Alkaf once drove Haz out of 'house'?

Jel realizes that Whisk wants a reason to give it.

"That's all over again because of me. But even now, I am thankful that Haz never held a grudge against me. Because Haz accidentally spilled hot coffee into my hand, Alkaf was furious. I know Haz is reckless and I don't really care about him. But, I feel that Alkaf is excessive. It is not just a feeling, but reality. Alkaf is excessive. He had Haz leave the house just because of such a trivial matter. Since then, Haz has been traveling. I don't know where he lives or what kind of place. All I know is that he's still coming to school, like nothing happened. Even when I was having trouble, he .. he kept asking, still caring, and still helping. I'm upset because I can't do anything big for him."

Jel sobbed while telling a story. He had been holding back his cries from earlier.

Whisk felt that Jel needed a hug. Of course not from him, but from the figure whom Jel missed, namely: Hazelia Lify herself.

Jel immediately wiped away her tears. With trembling lips, he said, "Good meal."

Whisk could only reply to Jel's words with the same words, "Good meal, Jelkesya."

Every mouthful of a tablespoon, Jel wiped away her tears to make sure nothing fell into her food. I don't know how many sheets of tissue have been spent to simply wipe away tears.

Whisk activates his phone screen and instantly opens the chat screen with Haz. He types something and sends it to Haz.

Whisk: Are you sure you don't want to talk to Jelkesya?

The whisky breathed. A few minutes later, a message came into his phone. Who else if not from

Haz: My feelings are bad.

As he read it, the whiskey sighed. He was also not in a good mood. He replies to Haz's message.

Whisk: (Reply message) We're all in a bad mood, Haz. What if you go in and talk to Jelkesya for a while? He needs you.

Haz: She needs me? Huh! No kidding. It seems like he has also told me about me being chased away by Alkaf just for accidentally pouring coffee into his hands huh.

Haz: Please once. Coffee is not hot. The coffee was even cold. Alkaf, that short-minded person, loves to throw mistakes that are not there to others.

Haz: But, I never suggested to Jelkesya *uppss I suddenly became formal* to leave it.

Whisk: At least he's sorry.

Haz: Tell him to keep his regrets not for me.

Whisk: Don't be like that Haz.

Haz: Yes, I was angry for a moment. But, I'm not one who can't hold a grudge. I'm still a human being, Whisky Woods.