Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

150: Romanticism (Part 2)

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

Not long after, the Whisk came with a tray in hand. He placed a plate of Spaghetti Carbonara on the table in front of Haz who was reading the report and conversing on her own.

Although Whisk was disappointed that Haz did not have feelings for him yet, he could not drag on ignoring Haz.

Not with Hazelia Lify. Even if he likes someone, when that person makes him angry, he feels at home silent and ignores that person.

Whisk snatches the file that Haz is looking at.

"Your eyes can hurt. You better take a break" said Whisk.

Haz puffed his cheeks while glancing at the Whisk who put the file on his desk. No one has been so attentive to him for a long time. He was also happy because Whisk wanted to pay attention to stubborn humans like― - if actually Jel and Zenneth also gave attention, but they never really gave it because they had to share it with their own partner.

Haz takes a plate on the table and enjoys Spaghetti Carbonara Whisk concoction. He looked very enjoyed and it made the Whisk a relief.

It's good if she likes it, Inner Whisk.

It was eight in the evening and twenty minutes later Haz and Whisk were ready for their dinner.

Haz puts the empty plates on the tray that the Whisk was carrying. He noticed the reddish-bloomed man who was already immersed in his own world. He knew the Whisk was planning something for Cyan and Zenneth to be found soon. He is very grateful because as a 'new person'―people who have just been present in his life no more than a year―man is reliable, also want to establish a good relationship with him.

In this world, people often find people who are in conflict with him rather than people who want to enjoy everything both in joy and sorrow.

Haz may have been through various kinds of betrayals, but she was always grateful for it. With betrayal, he became wiser in choice and action.

I'm sorry to involve a new person like you into my complicated world huh, Whisky Woods, inner Haz.

When washing dirty dishes Haz daydreams. If only he had not realized immediately, the plate in his hand would have been split into pieces.

What the hell am I thinking? ask Haz in your heart.

Haz immediately finishes the dirty dishwashing. Afterwards, he lit the stove and boiled water. He brews tea in an empty glass that he used to wear.

Whisk came, also to brew tea in an empty glass.

"Oh? I was looking for you. But, you're not in the room" Whisk chanted.

Haz just smiled. He's boiling water. Again. Of course for the Whisk.

"I'll do it tomorrow. All this time they've been following us. Tomorrow is a good time to respond to this behavior" Whisk replied.

Haz laughed lightly.

"Sometimes you're this really ...."

Haz did not finish his words. But Whisk knew what a long-haired woman meant. The man also laughed.

"It's good if you're happy. For Cyan and Zenneth, I will take full responsibility, Haz. You don't have to worry" said Whisk.

"I'm happy because there are people who want to pay attention to me when I'm having trouble. Thank you, Whisk."

Haz walks with Whisk to the study. They had to read a lot of files and find out what the Hassan family was hiding. They also had to think extra in order to make sure Cyan and Zenneth were okay. The most depressed in the matter was Hazelia Lify. Whisk understands.

Whisk's face glimmered as he heard the word 'thank you' spoken by Haz. Oh, come! Everyone likes it if the person they help says the word even if it only helps solve a small problem, right?

The whiskey is the same. He was an ordinary man who wanted to help people who were in trouble. Regardless of because he is a detective, a person who serves the community. But also because of who Haz was to him. The reddish-browed man is very excited when he knows he helps a lot and pays attention to the woman he likes.

Romanticism is a word suitable for describing the relationship between Haz and Whisk. Yes, although the Lady herself still could not open her heart to the Whisk, but, of course, she would open it soon. All Haz needs is the right time. Whisk has to be patient about it.

Haz and Whisk sat apart at a distance. It was not a problem for the two of them as they were the type of people who wanted their own space to think about some things. They can also be said to understand each other's intentions.

Haz opened sheet by sheet the files stacked on the glass table. Every now and then, he marks some parts of the file that he feels are important and can help. At another time, he glanced towards the loyal-thinking Whisk. Also, several times the sight of the two humans had accidentally met and the long-haired woman instantly turned her gaze in the other direction. As for the Whisk, he could only faintly smile.

The whiskey breathed a few times. Every time the plan he made ended badly or with a big question mark. He doesn't know how to.

Sometimes Whisk stops and stares at the white ceiling.

They love to paint the house with white, inner Whisk.

Whisk complains about the white color that is always used to paint the walls of the house in his heart. If he stays longer―he does live long in Indonesia, in the capital, he will paint the apartment he lives in with a variety of colors that he thinks are good. But not as long as imagined, but also not willing to be separated from Haz.

Whisk looked towards Haz who was giving off all sorts of funny expressions. Starting from scratching the head that does not itch, frowning and grumbling long slowly, singing his lips, sticking out the tongue because there is a foam in the file he reads, to several other things. According to the reddish-browed man, the assortment of expressions released by Haz were very cute. Sometimes she wants to laugh out loud, but doesn't want Haz to realize that she's being noticed.

Some time, the Whisk was staring at Haz. His face was red. But he did not take his eyes off and still looked at the Woman. She can also see the corners of Haz's lips pulled upwards when she's happy that something new can help her.

The two men were very peaceful and harmonious.