Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

151: Romanticism (Part 3)

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

Midnight comes, but Haz and Whisk are still loyal to the stacked files. Sometimes Whisk must think about and imagine all the risks borne from Plan A to Plan Z that he has made. Haz himself sometimes has to dig up information from his imaginary friend.

Haz and Whisk have their own busy lives. From the moment the dinner was over, they made no attempt to break the silence in the male study room. They need space to focus on the Cyan and Zenneth Rescue Missions.

Whisk understood that he must be able to carry out a good plan so that Haz would no longer blame himself. He was willing to do the heavy work if it could ease the burden on the mind of the woman he loved.

Whisk glanced at Haz. Every now and then the long-haired woman massaged and gently struck the area of her neck and shoulders, sighing long and faithfully with the files she read. Sometimes the Woman also yawns wide.

He must be exhausted. That's what the whiskey thinks. The man also knew if he proposed to Haz to pause for a while, he would only get a rejection of his proposal.

Haz is a stone head. If he did not want to stop, then the spirits of the Father and Mother of the Woman could not warn him.

Whisk just doesn't want Haz too tired. They still have a lot to do. Resting for a while would not put Cyan and Zenneth into danger. Haz must understand and must be able to control his own emotions and ego.

Not all bad things that happen are Haz's fault. Just think about who doesn't trust Haz and take Zenneth out of the Hospital and into the Hassan Family trap. Even if Haz was there he couldn't help Cyan from taking Zenneth anywhere. Although it can prevent the fact that the two people will dare to be kidnapped.

The whisky breathed slowly. He could not bear to see Haz forcing himself to continue working. The reddish-browed man recalled Jel's words: That Haz was no longer able to stay up late, especially when working again.

I had to try to convince Hazelia that at dawn or early in the morning we still had plenty of time to work, the inner Whisk, determined to propose to Haz that he should stop.

"Haz." Whisk called Haz gently. Although there was a bit of hesitation there, but for her the proposal to rest was the best for the woman.

Haz gazed towards the source of the sound, towards the Whisk. He raised next to his eyebrows, his face full of question marks. He gazed directly into the brown netra which also turned to stare into the jet netra of his night.

Haz distracts her. But he did not completely ignore the Whisk's words. His imaginary friends must have been tired from work since he and Whisk entered the workspace in the apartment. He felt that the proposal of the reddish-bloomed man was good as well.

Haz puts the files on the table and rests his head as comfortably as possible on the arm of the sofa.

Right, I should take some time to sleep. After all, everything that happened here because Cyan Vilmasyah did not want to hear my words. Why do I assume that this is all my fault? thought Haz.

Haz squirms on the sofa where he sleeps. Although the Whisk had turned off the lights of the room and only turned on a very dim table lamp and the midnight atmosphere was very quiet, the atmosphere was very soothing, but the long-haired woman could not sleep.

For the last twenty minutes after Haz closed his eyes, all he could feel was his head full of dizzying things, running around like an earthquake was shaking in it. Not to mention considering that anxiety is churned like a typhoon. This was the umpteenth time he felt so bad. Luckily, he always managed it.

Whisk who realized that Haz could not rest at all approached him. He pulls up a small bench that has a backrest, sits near Haz, extends his hand and clasps the hand of the long-haired woman. "I know that your mind is racing and Haz's messing up" said the man.

Haz returned the Whisk's hand tightly. "I'm not sure if we can find Cyan and Zenneth doing well, Whisk." The long-haired woman sounded desperate. Then, he continued, "What if they get hurt? What if we can't find them at all? What if we find them in 'worst possible', or I'll start to give up and cry, then accept the fate that will befall them?" The woman's grasp did indeed feel tight and hurt the Whisk's hand, but it did not exceed the heartbreaking sounding question in the Man's ear that could not be answered at all.

Whisk certainly knew what Haz meant by 'worst possibility'. He had also thought about it, but he had chosen not to think about it at all.

Whisk patted Haz's hands, trying to calm the bad thoughts racing through her head. "Listen, Haz. You are also someone who can be trusted. You can bear a very big responsibility on your own shoulders—even from the first you can do this. Now you're faced with him again. You've shown your extraordinary abilities as far as I know you, though all you need to change is a bad temper. Now, it's time you showed that you can do it, you can deal with it. From trouble to bad temper. I'll be by your side the whole time. I come from the Rosewoods Family, the richest Shadow Economy family who never exposed themselves from any side. Families who throw away their humanity for the sake of wealth and you know the rest. But, I chose to get out of there and devote everything to society. I became a detective, someone who fought crime and sided with good and innocent people. So, imagine how great it would be if we were together. We can solve this case, better save your friends. You have to believe," entertain him at length.

After hearing Whisk's words, Haz only realized that he had been pushing himself too hard. Throw out all the mistakes he didn't actually make for himself. His mind that had been running around had finally slowed down and disappeared completely. So also with the anxiety that exists.

Still clutching the fingers of the Whisk, Haz fell asleep.