Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

156: Why Does Nich Look Weird?

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

"Good job, Haz," said Whisk. They both walked down the sidewalk that passed by a lot of people.

Haz stared at the Whisk and gave a sweet smile. "You're working fine, too, Whisk."

It felt a little strange to find the two of them experiencing awkwardness just because they encouraged each other.

"Are you hungry? Want to eat something?" ask Whisk. Actually, he's the one who's hungry. They pass breakfast with just a cup of tea. It's noon now.

"of course. I want to eat something. I'm hungry" replied Haz. He's the same.

"I don't understand the police system in Indonesia" Whisk said while looking for a good place to eat and according to his taste. "Why do you have to go through such a complicated procedure? We have evidence and suspects. Even identity falsification at the UN. It could be an international crime. Why are the police here turning a blind eye?"

"You also know that being a detective, a cop, and a line-up is a very difficult thing, Whisk. People like you plus the hospital are the ones who take full responsibility for everything that's done, aren't they?" Haz pointed towards KFC which opened across the street. "How about we just eat chicken?"

"Of course." Whisk has never tried KFC in Indonesia, but said his colleagues who have been to the Thousand Islands Country, the chicken there is very good. He's getting curious. "The reason for your words, Haz. But, don't forget, they are also human beings."

"Of course I won't forget that they are human beings" Haz grumbled as he folded his hands in front of his chest and puffed his cheeks.

Whisk chuckled at Haz's behavior. He opened the glass door for the woman and himself.

"Welcome home." A greeting sounded as the two of them went inside.

Haz pointed towards the cashier. "Message right there. I'll find a table on the second floor. Buy me chicken and rice, then cola, cream soup, and a burger. Please help, Young Master Rosewoods."

"Don't call me by that name. I'm not part of that family anymore. I'll order what you want, Young Miss Li," Whisk said.

Haz waved his hand and climbed the stairs leading to the second floor. He could see many empty seats. As usual, he would choose the seat closest to the window so that he could observe the situation outside easily. It also aims to avoid people's attention.

The queue down there is so long, that's why the Whisk is so long. After ten minutes, the man did not return.

Haz moved his fingers on the keyboard feeling bored. He's replying to a message from Waikit. For some reason since exchanging numbers with him, Waikit so like to chat with him.

"I'm sorry. The queue below is no joke." Finally the Whisk is back. Haz deactivated his phone.

"No problem" said Haz. "Indeed here it's always crowded. Even in my hometown, it is."

"You sure you can spend it all by yourself? You're not afraid of fat?" ask Whisk while putting Haz's order from the tray onto the table.

"Are you afraid of a fat woman? So don't look for a woman like me. I'm an eating maniac, you wouldn't believe me if I told you how much I weigh" Haz replied. "Oh yeah, I forgot to order fries. Just a minute, Mr. Woods. I'll be right back."

"Are you sure you want to line up down there again? The queue isn't playing!" said Whisk.

As Haz said, he came back in less than five minutes.

"How do you do it? Wearing an insider?" ask Whisk.

"The bingo! I have an insider here." Haz laughed and sat down.

"The answer to your question earlier, I'm not afraid of fat women, because you are you. But, if it's another woman, I'll consider it first" Whisk said. He took his fries, chocolated them into a sauce, and enjoyed them. "I'm curious about your weight."

"Seventy-two" said Haz without further ado.

"I can't believe it. When I lifted you up, you felt very light, " said Whisk.

"How much weight can you lift athletic objects, huh?!" peekit Haz's.

"Two hundred and seventy-five kilograms?" The whiskey seemed to think, then shook his head. "No, maybe three hundred and twenty-five kilograms."

"You can even set a world record, Whisk! With your body .. yeah, that's it!" exclaim Haz. He stared in horror at the Whisk.

"Don't look at me like that Haz! There is nothing wrong with my body. Still bread torn. You're not interested?" Whisk eating chicken without rice. He ordered up to four. He's worse than Haz.

"I won't be a hypocrite, Young Master Rosewoods. I am a lover of torn bread, as well as the original edible version. But I always judge people by their personality, too" Haz said.

"After all, being able to lift weights or torn bread is not something to be proud of." The whiskey is done enjoying the chicken. He took the next piece. "I was more curious about what Nicholas was hiding that he was acting so strangely."

"Not only are you curious about it, Whisk," said Haz who was also curious about the strange Nich today—he had actually felt it a long time ago, but the peak was now, now, more precisely a moment ago.

"Do you think he's also a member of Hassan's family?" ask Whisk.

"No." Haz answered him. "I mean, think of Whisk, he and his police station once reported the family. Although the trial has been opened and won by Hassan. But, I don't think I've ever heard that Nich would give up on that."

"Then, what's on your mind, Haz?"

"I have one assumption. But, maybe not the truth we're looking for" Haz said, playing with a straw of lemonade and ice cubes inside a Styrofoam glass. He pressed one of the ice cubes with a straw of lemonade until it sank down, then removed it until it rose back up.

There is nothing to do but wait for the right time. The police must have closed the Cyan and Zenneth abduction case, assuming that they were okay now. Unless there's something else that can fight for all that, Haz thought.

"Whether my thoughts are with you the same or not Haz, but if the possibility you're referring to is Nich having a friendly relationship or more, like a courtship, with one of Hassan's family members without him noticing. Then, he started to be told about it now .. ah .. no way, right?" Whisk felt that his fantasy was too deep.

"That's what I'm thinking, Whisk."