Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

144: What If ...?

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

"You have to work hard. The spirit!" exclaim Waikit, encourage Haz and Whisk who must solve the puzzle behind what happened.

At 4:30 A. M. at dawn ....

Whisk drove the car until they reached the cafe they came to until midnight last night.

At the cafe, Whisk dropped Jel off.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Haz looked very anxious when he asked.

"I'm fine and I will, Haz. Don't think too much about me, okay? Your kidnapped friend is important too. I can handle Alkaf, "Jel replied, reassuring Haz that he'll be fine. Even if he had to deal with Alkaf and his anger.

Haz nodded in understanding. "Take care of yourself."

"You too."

Jel got into the car and drove home alone.

Haz felt guilty.

"He doesn't demand much" said Whisk.

"I know," Haz replied.

"Don't blame yourself." Whisk patted Haz's head gently.

"I didn't do it." Haz did. Whatever happens to someone else, if it involves him, he will blame himself first.

"You did. I-i know. Don't do it again." Whisk persuades Haz.

"Can we go home?" ask Haz to switch the conversation. "To the apartment only. I don't want to remember anything."

Whisk understood what Haz meant. He nodded, started the car, and drove to the apartment.

Arriving at the apartment ....

"Haz? Hazelia Lify?" call Whisk.

Haz ignores the call of Whisk and focuses on his own world.

Whisk was about to give up on Haz like that, if only he could not remember that Haz could be soothed with a snack or a glass of warm tea.

"Do you want a glass of tea?" ask the whiskey gently.

Haz turns his attention to Whisk. His pouting face was very ugly. He doesn't know and doesn't care. He wants relaxation. But he can't do what he wants. Therefore, he desperately needed the help of others to calm himself down.

Haz nodded in agreement.

"What do you want tea for?" Before the Whisk left, he asked Haz one more question.

"Whatever." Haz answered with a jutek.

Alkaf's right. Whisk should have learned something that Haz liked first. If it was like this, he would be confused himself.

"I'll make Chinese tea then." Whisk disappeared behind the wall.

While Whisk makes tea for Haz as well as himself, the long-haired woman is back immersed in her world. Talk to his imaginary friend.

"If this is not the first time for him, it means that the scandal written on the news is because of the Hassan family." Fabel concluded.

There's one thing Haz doesn't understand: Why would the Hassan family have to create such a scandal? What drives them to do something crazy? There must be a trigger. It is not just spontaneity.

"They're doing an attempted murder of his name. Ric's dying inside the hospital, he must know something. Therefore, the Hassan family poisoned him and tried to kill him" Ziesya assumed.

Ziesya's right. Ric must know something that people shouldn't, including himself, know. Therefore, he becomes the trigger of all the things that are happening now, inner Haz.

The whiskey came back with two glasses of tea in his hand. He placed a cup in front of Haz who was sitting on the sofa in his study. He was sitting in a chair in front of his laptop.

An e-mail went into his laptop. The whiskey opened it.

Fortunately, I had Andrian install the printer. This makes it easy for everyone to read the data, Inner Whisk, relieved because the choice is right.

Haz stirred the tea and created a round of water inside the glass.

Whisk passes the data files sent by Fleur in hard-copy form to Haz.

Haz distracts her and smiles weakly. "Thank you," he said.

"Spirit, Haz!" Whisk cheers Haz. He couldn't bear to see Haz at a constant low.

Whisk sits back and reads the file of data transmitted. His brain immediately spun rapidly, trying to solve all the puzzles.

Haz did the same.

"Wait a minute. Iris Hassan is the first child of the Hassan family. Riyan is the first child of the Hassan family?" ask Fabel. He also read the data file.

The glass table of the Whisk workspace was then filled with data file paper.

Haz reads all the data files quickly. Inside his head was like there were a lot of algorithms. He's trying to solve all the weird stuff.

Whisk is too. The difference is, he imagined something.

Whisk also discovers that Hassan's family is conducting an assassination attempt on Ric. He was imagining himself as Ric.

What does Young Master Vinzeliuka know? ask the whiskey in your heart.

Whisk sees Ric eavesdropping on Iris' conversation with someone, who he believes is Riyan. He listened carefully, but all that was heard was an indistinct whisper.

Come on .. You should know what they're talking about, Whisky Woods, Inner Whisk. He pushed himself further, diving into the moment where Ric heard something said by Iris and Riyan.

Niente. All that was heard was an indistinct whisper.

Whisk bites the lower lip, trying to dive deeper. Again.

Meanwhile, Haz and his imaginary friends pose many questions to their group.

"Why are Iris and Riyan both first children?"

"What's really going on inside the Hassan Family?"

"The passing of the Head of the Hassan Family, Grand Lord Hassan, was it just an accident?"

"Mrs Hassan disappeared after Lord Hassan's accident. Where did Mrs Hassan go?"

"Why did Iris Hassan suddenly appear in Indonesia after reportedly living in the United States since childhood?"

"What is all that relationship?"

"Riyan Hassan, ever been caught in a case of Sexual Robbery and Abuse? Wasn't it! That must be his father."

"Mrs Hassan was sexually abused by R who is the father of Riyan Hassan."

"Riyan Hassan is the son of R and Mrs Hassan."

"Then, Iris? Iris is the son of the Grand Lord and Lady Hassan?"

"Still the same, where did Mrs Hassan go? Why would he just disappear? There's no way that's happening."

"Mrs Hassan is the key to everything. If it could find its existence, everything that had already happened would become clear."

"Why did Mrs Hassan disappear?"

"Why did Mrs Hassan disappear?"

"Why did Mrs Hassan disappear?"

"Why did Mrs Hassan disappear?"

"What if ...."

"What if ...."

"What if ...."

"What if ...."

"What if Iris Hassan is Mrs Hassan herself?"