Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

158: Wanting to Make Undisappointing Decisions

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

"Then, how do you respond to this, Haz? Will you trust Nicholas? I will choose to trust you. Your decision is the best. And, that has to be admitted," Whisk said.

"I don't know if I should choose to believe it or not, Whisk" Haz said. "But, we should talk to the Vinzeliulaika sisters."

"really. But, you better shampoo first. Shower to avoid catching a cold." Whisk seduces Haz using the thing he regrets the most right now—she shouldn't have shampooed this morning.

"Whisk!" Haz wants to hit Whisk to vent his frustration. But the reddish girly man had already run away and entered the apartment.

Really that guy! thought Haz.

Haz catches up with Whisk into the apartment. He did not see the Whisk anywhere, before finally hearing the sound of water pouring from the bathroom.

Haz doesn't care about whether or not he'll wet or dirty the couch in the Whisk workspace, the most important thing for him now is to suppress his sense of regret and try to think of all the good sides to deal with the problem with a statement from Nich.

A message entered his phone again. And, of course, Policeman Nicholas Qet Farnaz.

Haz reads it through his phone lock screen only.

Nich : I hope you don't b. (see more here).

Haz throws his phone to the side, then leanes his head with his wet hair against the back of the sofa. He closed his eyes. For a while, maybe.

"Hazellias? Hazelia Lify ...."

Haz could hear Whisk calling his name. Then, he woke up from his short sleep.

Haz opened his eyes. As if the Whisk was an Angel, he noticed his face and there was a light following him back there. He asked, "Are you an angel?"

Whisk held Haz's forehead, then asked her back, "Haz, are you sick? Do you feel unwell in a part?"

"No." Haz got up from the couch. He looked towards the Whisk and cleared his throat slowly. "I'm sorry, I'm not so conscious, you know, right?"

Whisk nodded his head.

"Somehow I prefer your real name." Haz is back to talking about it.

Whisk ignored the words and shifted the conversation between them. "You better take a shower. I'll cook for our dinner."

"Other times, I'll call you Fanolize instead" said Haz. He disappeared behind the wall.

I won't be able to stand in his way if he wants something, Whisk thought. But, I swear that I really don't like that name!

Whisk knows what Haz is thinking. He also thought of creating a new group consisting of the Vinzeliulaika Twins and their group.

The whiskey moves the finger quickly over the phone screen.

Whisk : Attention!

Whisk: Since you guys already know what happened— in small part, then Haz and I plan to create this group for a while.

Whisk: We will decide whether we should believe it or not.

They read the whiskey message. But none of them retaliated. Surely they're waiting for Haz, like Whisk.

Haz returned to the study while drying his hair in a towel.

Haz threw himself onto the sofa and yawned wide.

"Haz," call Whisk.

"Read the message."

Haz grabs his phone, not far away, and notices that Whisk is creating a new group on his phone screen. He opened the lock screen and read it.

Haz let out a long sigh while staring at the Whisk in the position he had just made.

"I'll reply to a message from Nich. I hope he is to our liking. So, we don't have to bother getting rid of it" Haz said.

The word 'get rid of it' sounds really creepy in Whisk's ears. He gulped and thought to himself, Would I also be cast aside by a Hazelia Lify, if I didn't live up to her wishes?

Haz pressed the send button, after he finished typing the message.

Haz : Humans are blinded by hope. Especially swearing. What guarantees it is all the behavior you do. I want proof, not words! I'm sure you understand what I mean, Nich. I also hope that everything you say you can do, Nich.

Haz threw his phone back. This time not to the couch, but to the Whisk. "Catch her!" he said, before throwing.

It was fortunate that the Whisk managed to catch him, otherwise the phone would have fallen apart.

"Don't throw that away!" exciting Whisk. He stared intently at Haz, then sighed.

"I'm sorry, Fanolize."

"I told you not to call me by that name!" toilet Whisk.

"I also told you that I would call you by that name. I'll never change my mind, Whisk," Haz casually replied.

Whisk patted his eel while kneading slowly. She's dizzy.

How do I tell him that I don't like that name at all?! think Whisk. He put on a look really upset with Haz's behavior as good as his own.

"Oh yeah, the password is one three five seven nine one. Don't forget that! Don't forget about dinner too!" Haz waved his hand at the Whisk.

Whisk knows that Haz will be sleeping soon. He won't let that happen. But on the other hand, he felt sorry for Haz because he must have been so exhausted. The evening had passed and the sky had blackened. It's good that the reddish-browed man let Haz take a break from the world for a moment.

"I'll wake you when dinner's ready, Haz."

"Yes, please help, Fanolize."

How hateful the Whisk is with the name 'Fanolize', but, somehow it's different if Haz calls it that way.

It's very dangerous .. I'm falling deeper and deeper for her, thought the Whisk. He went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Haz turned his body on the sofa. He did not find a comfortable position. So, he got up and sat down, and let out a long sigh.

What's wrong with me, huh? ask Haz. He fingered every corner of the couch to look for his cell phone. Oh yeah, I forgot that I threw my phone at Fanolize.

Haz was serious about what he said. He wanted to call Whisk by his real name.

I didn't like the name Hazelia Lify. Hence, I created the name Resplendent Nephila. But, come to think of it, there was no point in hating his own name.

Haz's head was dropped over the arm of the sofa. Then, his eyes closed tightly. Shortly after, he fell asleep.

Whisk was in the kitchen and was confused what to cook. So, he remained silent for a while to think.

Does Haz prefer East Asian cuisine? How about I cook Mapo Tofu? Will he like it? ask Whisk. Stupid fools! What is clear is that he definitely loves Chinese cuisine. I can guarantee one hundred percent!

The whiskey stood up and cooked there for a while.