Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

15: Spy

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

In the afternoon...

The tring!

There's a message coming to Haz's phone. After almost revealing what Andrian had said to Raphaela, the woman became slightly guilty of Andrian.

Haz opened his phone lazily, as lazy as he was relaxing on his soft mattress because there was no fun job for him. In fact, to write a novel, he could not. The idea that should have appeared in his head suddenly disappeared somewhere.

It was a Whatsapp message from Whisk.

What do you want this annoying guy? inner Haz lazy. However, inevitably, he still opened the Whisk message and read it.

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Whisk: I was curious.

Whisk: How do you know?

Whisk: I mean all about Andrian.

Whisk: In one short time like that.

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The originally irritated Haz did not want to reply to any message from the Whisk, becoming a smile of his own and replying to the message.

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Haz: Sherlock Holmes's.

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Haz turned off his phone after answering briefly like that. Also because after that he did not hear any more messages from the Whisk.

Of course Haz knew the Whisk was thinking about the answer he gave. The woman chuckled to herself while covering her face with a pillow. I know I'm evil, Haz's chuckle in the heart.

In another room...

Haz replies to Whisk's message.

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Haz: Sherlock Holmes's.

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I know you will reply that... But, I don't understand at all. I mean even though Holmes is a great detective and of course he can do such a prophecy, can a woman of no more than twenty-four like you really do it? inner Whisk.

Shortly thereafter, a message came in for the Whisk. The reddish-blind man stared at the phone monitor. It's from Haz.

The whiskey opened and read it.

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Haz: I know what you're thinking right now. Can a woman no older than twenty-four really do it? Isn't that what you have in mind?

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Whoa... Whoa... Looks like this is really Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's original work.

Then, he gets a message from Haz again.

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Haz: Looks like he really is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's original work.

Haz: Oh sorry. It's fun to bother people like this.

Haz: I haven't done anything like this in a long time.

Haz: I'm sorry, if it makes you feel uncomfortable.

Haz: I...

Whisk typing reply.

Whisk: Lonely.

Whisk: I know.

Whisk: In the past, I was in your position, hahaha.

Whisk: It's okay. You have a loyal friend.

Whisk: It's better than me.

Whisk: I can't just trust people. Youknew...

Whisk: Suspicious.

Whisk stops typing.

Haz types a reply.

Haz: Sometimes I'm really curious about other people's life stories. I have met and spoken and sent messages with many types of people.

Haz: Be honest...

Whisk: You're interested in me Haz.

Whisk: Want to hear my story?

Haz: Interested in you?

Haz: Are my eyes having problems?

Haz: Wow... How brave Mr. Woods is to say a Hazelia Lify is attracted to him.

Whisk: But, that's the truth.

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Back to the next room...

What the heck... Not denying it to myself, I am indeed interested. But, it felt annoying when he said that! haz in his heart.

The tring!

Incoming messages.

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Whisk: Now you want to deny that?

Whisk: Don't take back your feelings, Haz.

Whisk: You will regret if you take back your words and feelings.

Haz: Is that right, Whisky Woods?

Haz: Not for a month.

Haz: And how dare you say I will be sorry.

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Haz said in his heart, Oh my goodness... I'm so stupid of this poor me...

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Whisk: See?

Whisk: You're interested in me.

Haz: Okay. Alright. Mr. Sok is right... Just tell me I'm interested in you.

Whisk: Well, up to you. It's your feeling.

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Haz rolled his eyes lazily. Jelkesya said, men always fight at the beginning... It seems that the woman's words this time were absolutely right... I felt like he was just going to struggle at the beginning and get tired as I tested him, inner Haz.

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Whisk: Are you upset?

Whisk: I won't fight at the beginning.

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Haz rolled his lazy eyeball once again. He screenshotted a message from Whisk. If you fight at the beginning, I will give you this. If you say it's just a message, I'll kill you slowly! shouts Haz in my heart.

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Whisk: Yeah. You can kill me if I take back my words.

Whisk: Go slow or direct, it's up to you.

Whisk: After all, the ends are the same.

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You're a bitch, Haz turned off his phone and slammed it into the bed. Akhs! I'm so pissed off. I don't know why...

In the next room...

It seems... I made him even more upset. I don't understand your way of thinking, Hazelia Lify... Why are you making yourself such a complicated labyrinth? the inner Whisk was a little irritated not understanding what a Hazelia Lify was thinking.

The whiskey again plays both fingers of his thumb over the phone screen.

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Whisk: Sorry if I upset you.

The message Haz read.

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Gosh, it seems like he's really mad and pissed at me. Inner Whisk while turning off his phone. I better make the blog he asked for. I hope I can finish it tonight!

Her night...

The tring!

Message received on Haz's phone. Again, it's from the whiskey.

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Whisk: Can you get out of the apartment for a moment?

Whisk: I'm done designing the blog you asked for.

The message Haz read.

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Without replying to Whisk's message, Haz rushed towards the front door.

"Where do you want to go?" asked Jel who happened to be sitting in front of the television.

"I'd like to see the Whisk for a second. He has finished designing my personal blog" replied Haz.

"Oh. Hope your relationship is good."

Jel's words successfully make Haz glare sharply at the woman. While wearing shoes, he thought of the words that became a counterattack for Jel.

"That's right, I hope you and Alkaf quickly go to the guarantee. Don't forget the price of playing dish for me must reach five hundred thousand" Haz joked.

Just like Haz's expression. Jel was now who turned glaring sharply towards the long-wavelength unraveling woman. "No food for you!" exclaim Jel.

"You admit it..." Haz waved at Jel, a sign she didn't want to have a long argument with the woman.

When Haz came out, Whisk was by the entrance. He leaned back against the wall, enjoying every comic scene that appeared on his phone screen.

Whether the hallucinating Haz or the light of the apartment hurt her eyes too much, the woman seemed to see an angel as she gazed towards the flat face that was clearly visible before her eyes.

Whisk turns his attention from the phone screen to Haz's eyes. Ah... The eyes were full of mystery.The inner man blushed reddish while turning off his cell phone screen.

Whisk gives Haz a flash and notes. While Haz turns on his phone screen and sends Whisk something—novel promised by him—via file chat. They make the transaction in silence.

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Haz: Raw Script "The Lucky Kyzel Woods". Tap here to see more>>

Whisk: Thank you. I'm gonna go.

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After reading the message from Whisk, Haz glanced at the man who had already turned his body and was ready to leave, unless the long-wavelength uncoiled woman called out to him to say something.

"Ep... Oi! Wait..." Haz said, breaking the silence.

Whisk turned his gaze. Half his face turned toward Haz, as if to say: What's wrong?

"I know a little restaurant here. If you're willing..."

"Just adjust to your schedule, tell me whenever you want" Whisk really goes from there.

Ah... Of course, inner Haz. The woman's face was red. He patted his own cheek. Conscious, Hazelia Lify! Then, he went into his own apartment.

Not far from there...

"Oh. So, Hazelia Lify wants to take Whisky Woods to dinner? This will be the news awaited by Richard Vinzeliuka," the mysterious man murmured to himself.

The mysterious man sends a message to Ric.

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Mysterious Man: You're gonna love this, Ric. Hazelia Lify, she's...