Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

2: Whisky Woods Story (1)

#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND THE OPINIONS AND PROFILES WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!

Jakarta, April 08, 2020

Exactly a week after Haz made it onto the hospital's medical team list...

"Ha! How exhausting! We've only been here a week! There are so many patients we have to deal with!" lamented Jel. He wiped away the sweat that was flowing down his forehead. Haz knew from a long time ago that Jel did have a problem with sweat glands that produce excessive sweating. If Jel did a job that he thought was exhausting, then sweat would flood all over his body even though the room was cold though.

"It seems, you should see a dermatologist to shrink your pores, Jel. Remember when playing badminton for five minutes sweat has soaked your body," said Haz.

"No need! Besides, I'm used to this kind of thing" Jel argued. Obviously he's not used to it at all. Soon Jel will whine to take a shower. Also, if under these circumstances, red rashes due to irritation will immediately appear on the surface of the Jel skin. Especially the neck and hands.

"Don't be reckless! You should go see a dermatologist! If you whine for a bath, I'll drag you in front of the dermatologist as soon as possible!" Haz.

The cring! The cring!

The doorbell sounded loud. Whisk walks into Haz and Jel's room. He's been visiting the place for a week since Haz and Jel first worked there. He blatantly stated that he loved to visit the place through his movements. And as usual if the Whisk entered the room, Jel must have said various reasons in order to let the two of them inside.

"All right! I've decided I'll see a dermatologist now!" exclaimed Jel when he found out the Whisk that came.

"What's wrong with you? You said you didn't want to see a dermatologist" Haz said with annoyance.

Jel immediately nudged Haz on the shoulder and whispered to him, "See who's coming! Of course I have to give you quality time! Oh yeah about going to the dermatologist, I think you're right! This sweat really bothers me! I want to take a shower!"

Finished saying so, Jel quickly walked towards the door and opened it. "Hopefully your day is fun!" So said.

Whisk just stared flat at Jel's departure, unlike Haz's flailing, "JELKESYA!"

Whisk looked at Haz with a look of disbelief. Barbarian woman, so in her mind.

"What?" ask Haz ketus while glaring at Whisk.

"none. I just want a consultation as usual" replied Whisk flatly while sitting in a hospital bed.

Haz rolled his eyeballs. You are obviously here to see me!

"Don't be too confident... I'm not here to see you" Whisk said as if he knew Haz's thoughts.

"Solar... How are you doing?" ask Haz. "Do you sleep late?"

"Eum..."

"Obviously you're not going to get rid of your habit of sleeping late at night" Haz said.

"It's hard not to sleep that late. I have very acute insomnia. I always sleep at four in the morning and always wake up at six in the morning" Whisk said.

"That wouldn't happen if you put up songs that could calm your messy mind. After all, you're like an emotionless person, wanting to put up a song like that won't make you change" Haz pulled up the visitor's chair, then placed it beside the bed, and then placed it on the side of the bed, right next to the head of the whisky. "You will not recover from your insomnia if you clean it. At least, try to find songs that can control you."

"I love the songs on your MP3 Player" Whisk said.

This guy is so blatant... Haz rolled his eyes lazily while deep in his irritated heart.

Haz reached out his hand.

Whisk stared at Haz's hand, pretending not to understand what the girl was asking for.

"Don't pretend!" exclaim Haz. He glared at the Whisk.

"What a turn" Whisk said, handing over a flash from his jacket pocket.

Bress!!!

Heavy rain is out there. Fondling with greatness, wetting everything that passed through him. Haz's window was wet with rainwater in the wind.

"Pancaroba?" ask Whisk while looking at the water grains attached to the window that slowly down to form a flow of water. There are dozens there.

"Yes, it's transition season. Lucky you wore a jacket. Considering an insomniac like you would be susceptible to getting the flu at times like these," Haz said. He opened his laptop, waiting for his monitor to open the main screen.

"First of all, I'm an insomniac. Second, my immune system is very good. I haven't had the flu in almost six months!" Whisk avoids Haz's teasing.

"In a minute, Whisk... You'll get the flu in a minute... Although considering that you have been in the country for twenty years with four seasons, you will not be able to avoid the transition season on the equator acute like that" decak Haz.

"It's okay. I have a very good doctor here. It looks like tonight my insomnia will stop" Whisk said.

Haz did not respond to the Whisk. He was busy moving the song into the Whisk pendrive.

Whisk of course felt very irritated being ignored by Haz.

"Don't ignore me!"

"What shall I answer, Mr. Whisky Woods's? It was a statement, not a question! A slightly useless statement" Haz said.

"Makjleb hearts of people's children..." Jel who just came suddenly hovered there.

"Oh hi! What about your skin care?" ask Haz without looking at Jel. He was busy with the monitor.

"Very bad. She said I was so ugly and couldn't keep myself as a woman!" exclaim Jel irritated.

Whisk of course understands very well that it is bad talk from women. Actually she felt that Jel was a little avoiding her. Like something covered in Jel. But Haz was so relaxed with Jel. Not with the Whisk.

"It's true that way!" Haz instead agrees with the statement the dermatologist has made his long-known friend even more irritated.

"What did you say?!"

Whisk feels there will be World War III here. He wants to get out of the room. Enjoy the rest of the day at the apartment rented for her in the city.

"The dermatologist is right. You are a barbarian woman. I still remember what you did in high school six years ago. You often scold and beat the men who bother you" Haz said.

"Hey! I-i didn't... I mean I did! But, it's their fault they're bothering me!" disprove Jel.

"Dam!" Haz throws a flash towards the Whisk. With reflex movements the Whisk caught him. It would be a pity if the Whisk didn't catch him immediately. His favorite flash drive can smell the ground.

"Go away" Haz said in an exorcising tone.

"What's wrong with your woman" Mr. Woods?" ask Jel.

Whisk's face blushed for a moment when Jel mentioned the word "your woman" to say Haz. He just shrugged his shoulders, then immediately left from there.

"DW... You were intentional, right?"

Haz looked at Jel for a moment, then replied, "Come..."

Story Whisk...

"Whisk! You will visit Indonesia!" exclaiming someone amazed in French accented Mandarin-Malay thick through a phone.

Whisk is reading a book. While reading, he listened to the man on the phone.

"What is there to be proud of?" ask Whisk. He who had originally read the book had no intention of reading anymore because of the man's words.

"Of course you should visit me first! I'll be waiting for you at the airport. When you get to call! Understand?!" threaten the guy on the phone.

"I understand! You are like a father only! So stormy!" exciting Flat Whisk.

"You'll like someone in one face-to-face meeting. She was a very clever woman," the seductive man on the line.

"Listen Senior Alkaf, I'm not interested in a woman! You know I'm the coldest man in the world. I can't possibly like it!" refute Whisk. He was looking for a comfortable sitting position. Actually he was curious about the woman who was meant by the man named Alkaf. He had met many women, yet nothing satisfied him at all. Most of the women he met were beautiful, yet empty inside.

"Women are very simple in appearance, yet their morals and brains are amazing! I'm sure once just one meeting you'll melt!" kekeh Alkaf's.

"Are you like that too?" ask Whisk.

"was... But now I like his best friend. Even so, I'm still amazed!" alkaf replied reassuringly.

"So, what's the name of the woman you mean?" ask Whisk.

"Hazelia Lify's name. My best friend and I often call him Haz or Hazelnut, hahaha..." Alkaf laughed crisply. That felt funny to him. Not with the whiskey. He felt it was normal.

"I'll wait for the meeting with the girl. May he be what you say" said Whisk.

"Of course, as I said! When you meet him, you'll know why I'm telling you this" Alkaf said.

"You are indeed the resident creature of the house, Senior Alkaf. I almost never saw you say that you were going to get out of your house," led Whisk.

"You know, I'm busy here... Besides this is a 'house' that I can't just leave behind" Alkaf said.

"I get. So, that woman named Haz is your seal? I mean-"

"Are you ready for a difference?" Alkaf asked back.

"If he's ready, so am I. I don't think differences will separate two people who love each other" replied Whisk.

"Sounds like you!" kekeh Alkaf's. "All right, I'll hang up. Have a nice day!"

Click! The phone closed without waiting for a reply from the Whisk.

Ah... Senior this one really sucks huh? decak Whisk was upset in his heart. He wanted to talk to her longer. According to Whisk, talking with Alkaf for a long time will not make someone bored because Alkaf has its own charm.

The whisky threw herself on the couch. Was the woman really as Senior Alkaf had said?

Medan, May 31, 2020

At airport...

"Wood! In here!"

The whiskey could hear a familiar voice calling out his name. He turned his head and found that the person who called him a few days ago was waving at him right now. That person is Alkaf.

The whiskey looked at Alkaf from top to bottom. Not a flashy man, so can be concluded by him. Alkaf also looks a few centi lower than Whisk, but that is not a problem. Alkaf seems to be doing the same thing. The bespectacled man stared at the camping bag and suitcase carried by the Whisk, as well as the appearance of the Whisk... So flashy!

He looks more handsome than in the photo. His way of waving hands showed that he was a very honest and open person. Although he had never met her in person before, it did not seem bad either, Inner Whisk.

Alkaf rushed over to the Whisk.

"I guess you'll miss this opportunity" chortled Alkaf. "Good day, Woods. Maybe you will quickly adapt to the time in this country, considering you are an insomniac!"

"Senior Alkaf, what do you mean by 'Woods'?" Not replying to Alkaf's greeting, Whisk asked him. He confirmed the position of the mask.

"There are some cops who are on leave and are going on vacation. If they know you, you'll be detained here for a month. You don't want that to happen, do you?" Alkaf shrugged his shoulders, smiling at the Whisk.

"Yes, I don't want that to happen" Whisk replied honestly.

"Come with me! You don't even look like you've had breakfast yet" Alkaf unceremoniously left the Whisk there, walking first.

Whisk stared at the wide back of Alkaf. Men are outspoken, he thought.

The whiskey followed Alkaf from behind. Throughout the journey many people looked at him suspiciously. Because the Whisk style is now very strange, such as a fugitive, wearing a mask and sunglasses, carrying camping bags and suitcases, and wearing a very thick winter jacket. Not to mention that her reddish hair like being painted was very prominent. Whisk knew what they were thinking: Did this man just run away from his country for being a fugitive?

Whisk ignored the gazes of the people and his eyes began to roar all over the airport while following Alkaf.

Whisk looked at a bald man with his face not looking so old, but no longer young. He saw a burn on his face. Obviously the man was a retired soldier. Aged about fifty-seven or fifty-eight. His face and body are very well maintained because of frequent morning run or to the gym maybe? He doesn't look like a bad guy seeing how he talks to his wife right now.

Behind the bald man Whisk saw, a woman in her twenty-fives was sitting and calling someone. The woman has white skin and her hair is neatly arranged, as well as very striking make-up. A woman who works in a beauty shop. Looking at her expression it was probably a phone call from her partner and they were having problems. Miscommunication between them should be eliminated so that their relationship is harmonious.

Beside the woman was a girl about thirteen years old. It was obvious that the boy was with his mother sitting next to him and waiting for someone. Families awaiting the return of members. The girl looks worried. I hope that his father comes home soon. It must be a new virus. Foreign workers are required to return home.

There are so many people who are seen by the Whisk. There are even escaped convicts, ex-convicts, drug dealers, and several other types of humans.

In any country, people can be bought with money. Didn't we? The escaped ex-con is of course releasing himself by bribing. His family is quite located because of the success of running an online business, Inner Whisk.

The whiskey looked forward again. Alkaf has entered Texas Chicken.

Didn't Senior Alkaf say he was a vegetarian? Why did he enter Texas Chicken? What a strange man.

Whisk following Alkaf into Texas Chicken. He saw Alkaf up the stairs.

He seems to have entered this place often. Saw him walking leisurely to the second floor...

Whisk up the stairs. Dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at him just like outside earlier. Strange and suspicious. However Whisk is the type of human being who has no emotions and does not really care about the views of others. It's just... Perhaps he felt a little uneasy at the gazes of dozens of pairs of eyes like that. Intimidating, also curious about the face behind the mask. If he took off his mask just like that, he would be in big trouble as Alkaf said. He saw some retired police and soldiers, as well as some pretty gruesome ex-convicts.

On the second floor there were not many visitors. There are only a few people who seem to be busy themselves with their work. Whisk had expected it: That Alkaf was a solitary person on the other side who looked open with people.

Whisk can see Alkaf selecting a spot near the window. It made it easier for him to observe the people who entered. It seems Alkaf is trying to read the pleasure of the Whisk. In terms of observing of course.

Alkaf had already sat down first and the Whisk followed him. Whisk sat right in front of Alkaf after he took off his winter jacket and hung it on a chair. Whisk also took off his mask and sunglasses, then stuffed them into a bag.

"I bought your order, too, here's your ticket and here's a card for your phone, I'm sure you haven't had time to go roaming your card in order to be used internationally," Alkaf gives Whisk a plane ticket in his name and a cell phone card. "Order breakfast. It's just eight in the morning and your scheduled departure is at two in the afternoon. You can use your short time to go for a walk and buy ahem... Hazelnut's the thing he likes."

"Senior, you look so confident that the woman will attract my attention," Whisk raised next to his eyebrows.

"Men like you, if you haven't met him, you can say it. But after meeting him, then you will understand why I can say that this Hazelnut is very interesting!" exciting Alkaf.

Alkaf raised one hand to call the servant across there.

"Good morning! What does Young Master want?" greet the waiter and ask Alkaf and Whisk.

The female servant seemed to be very happy to see two handsome men before her. Alkaf smiled at him, while the Whisk did not care and was busy with his menu. Seriously staring at the handsome Whisk, the waiter was unaware that the Whisk had already ordered. Without looking at him! Whisk is not the type of man like Alkaf who will smile at any woman and at any time.

Alkaf poked the servant's arm, making him come to his senses from his daydream.

"I ordered a sandwich without a large serving of lettuce, morning tea, large portions of french fries, a vegetable salad without onions, and French toast cinnamon," say the Whisk without further ado with Bahasa Indonesia in a very thick French accent, before the maid dissolves into her daydream which the Whisk finds useless at all.

Whisk learned several languages beforehand, including Bahasa Indonesia. No wonder he can speak Indonesian even though his accent is not good.

"This young master wants to order what?" ask waiter. The female servant smiled back in response to Alkaf's smile.

"I'll order French toast cinnamon and jasmine tea" Alkaf replied.

"Alright, I will bring your Young Master's order as soon as possible" the maid said.

Already gone, he still looked at the Whisk with a gaze that Whisk thought was very uncomfortable.

When will the woman stop? Let's hope he gets hit by someone for his carelessness, Whisk said in his heart.

Sure enough, when the Whisk finished swearing, the maid was not hit by someone but slipped down the stairs and hit a woman who could be assumed Whisk as a menor woman who thirsted for wealth.

The servant was extremely embarrassed of course, being violently yelled at by the woman in public like this. Whisk did not care and instead put his ears with airpods. There is no music there. He just accidentally stuffed his ear. He hates the commotion the most. He closed his eyes and folded his hands in front of his chest. Even though he had clenched his ears, he could still hear the voices of people. It sounds even clearer now.

It turned out that the woman who was hit by the waiter was a friend of the Madam the owner of this place. Of course he was scolded so harshly.

"Ha... The world of work is hard!" The whiskey could hear Alkaf sighing. He looked tense as well as relieved.

"How does it feel?" ask Whisk. The whiskey opened his eyes slowly.

"What flavor?" Alkaf looked at the confused Whisk.

"Pretending to be friendly with that shitty lady earlier," Whisk said.

Alkaf looked at the Whisk, then smiled. "You realize that, right?"

"You are really cruel, senior Alkaf," said the Whisk.

"Yes, I know. At least let them be happy for a moment before being dropped back like that" Alkaf said.

"It seems, the woman realized your cunning!" ledek Whisk's.

"Hey! About Jelly, Hazelnut's friend, I'm really serious!" exciting Alkaf.

"Hazelnut also won't let someone like you close to his best friend," Whisk removed the airpod from his ear when he heard it carefully there was no more noise.

"What about you who cursed that servant in the heart?" ask Alkaf. "Is that a satisfaction to you?"

The whiskey stared at Alkaf for a moment. "It seems you know of someone who is good at reading situations from your smartphone, Senior Alkaf."

Whisk managed to guess it, it was true, Alkaf was replying to someone's message as well as simultaneously he asked the person if he could read the Whisk situation.

"The answer is, I'm very relieved" continued Whisk.

"You're meaner than me, Woods!" Alkaf shook his head in disbelief. "And a little thing you should know. The one who told me about your curse in the heart was Hazelnut. I told you she was very attractive!"

"ah! I'm so hungry now! When will the food come?" whisk.