Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case
43: Not Remembering, But Feeling
#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!
The treng!
A message came into Whisky Woods' cell phone. The name "Abang Ipar Stetson" refers to James Stetson, there. Hazelia Lify was reading a message sent by James.
~
James: I know you're holding Whisky Woods' phone, Hazelia.
~
Haz smiled briefly as he read a message from James. On the phone screen, but he didn't really read it—Haz just read it from the lock screen of the Whisk phone.
The treng!
A message came in again and Haz no longer read it. He already knew what James was going to ask him.
He would only ask one thing, "You wouldn't really let go of them that easily right?". That's for sure. I'm not going to let them go that easy, Haz thought.
Haz wiped away the cold sweat pouring from Whisk's forehead using the little handkerchief he always carried.
"Don't push yourself, Whisky Woods. If you do, I swear I'll kill you" Haz murmured.
Whisk was not really sleeping. And, unfortunately, when he heard a small mutter from the mouth of a Hazelia Lify for him, he opened his eyes slowly to stare at the long-haired woman who was guarding him when the people had gone home.
"You're not coming home?" asked the Whisk in a raucous voice, enduring the pain that was still afflicting him.
"If I go home, your risk of death will be greater than that of me 'swearing to kill you'" Haz replied. He chuckled softly when he found the Whisk was glaring at him because of his words.
"It seems so," said Whisk. She felt calm and comfortable because Haz was there to take care of her.
I feel guilty. I don't remember anything I've done with you, thought Whisk. I must have a promise I haven't had time to keep, don't you think?
Whisk stared with a sad look at Haz. Although her head was getting sick from her chaotic thoughts, she was somehow happy to find Haz there for her.
"Why do you see me like that? Is there something wrong on my face?" Haz asked ketus. In fact he was happy to be noticed by such a Whisk.
Whisk doesn't answer Haz's silly questions. You already know the answer, her mind.
Whisk restrains Haz's wrist as the woman wants to pull back her hand unconsciously. He revealed a face expression that was difficult to decipher.
Haz gasped in shock as the Whisk held his hand. He looked innocently at the Whisk's face and hoped that the reddish-browed man would immediately release his grip.
Their views meet, they clash. Clad in the silence of a lonely night in the hospital, Hazelia Lify could hear her own heartbeat as well.
For a fraction of a second later, Whisky Woods realizes his treatment might make Haz uncomfortable and immediately releases the grip of his hand.
What have I done? The whiskey asked in his heart.
"Sorry." Only one word can be said Whisk. No more strands of words or topics of conversation appeared inside his head that were throbbing violently.
"What's wrong" Haz replied. "Now sleep. Don't think of anything. It'll only make things worse for you."
"There's no rebuttal, Whisky Woods" Haz said as he watched the Whisk open its mouth to say something.
"Congratulations ..em ..morning," said Haz. He was a little confused about having to say good night or good morning, so he decided to say good morning instead. "May you sleep well."
"Yes, have a good rest too" said Whisk. He closed his eyes too.
At 06:30 AM Whisky Woods opens his eyes ....
The prayer of the woman was very powerful. I fell asleep very well. What time is it now? ask the whiskey in your heart.
Whisk turned to the left and right of the room. He's looking for Haz who's not in the patient room.
Where did that woman go?
The whiskey suddenly remembered. Just a moment ago, he faintly heard the voice of the person speaking over the phone. They discussed the Final Exile in the capital.
"Did he go to the Final Exile in the capital?" tanya Whisk muttered just as James and Milla walked into the patient room she was in.
"Who? You are alone? Where's Hazelia Lify?" Milla asked the Whisk while putting a container of porridge on the table that was available in the patient's room.
"I don't know" replied the Whisk. He couldn't possibly say that Haz was going to the Final Exile according to what he had heard vaguely some time ago.
"Surely he's doing madness again" murmured James.
"What's? Doing what madness?" ask Milla curiously.
"It's nothing, honey. I'm just guessing. Hazelia Lify likes to go crazy" James said. He chuckles nervously.
Milla looked at James suspiciously, then rolled her eyeballs lazily and gave up on finding out.
James is right, Hazelia Lify is a man of insanity. So, Milla need not be surprised if long-haired women like to disappear.
"Have you had breakfast?" milla asked while looking at the Whisk.
Whisk shook his head in response to Milla's question.
"Goodoo. I brought you some porridge. I know the food in the hospital is not good" Milla said. He gave Whisk a container filled with porridge. "Not anywhere, hospital food is still bad."
"Thank you, Senor" said Whisk.
In the past, I liked Senor Milla so much that I could not get a day off. Come to think of it now, I'm so silly and unstable, Inner Whisk.
"What are you thinking?" tanya Milla squinted her eyes at the Whisk.
The whisk regained his senses from his daydream and shook his head. "There's nothing."
By the way, how is that woman doing now huh? Am I allowed out of this place? Can I go see him who's doing something crazy? I want to know a lot about him ....
Whisk shook his head and brushed off what was passing inside his head.
Can't! He told me to rest well. If he's mad at me, what should I do? Why am I a little scared when I think about it? ask the whiskey in his heart. He was frustrated with his chaotic thoughts thinking of a Haelia Lify.
Milla who saw the restlessness of the Whisk immediately patted her on the shoulder to resuscitate the man. "You're not okay. Do you remember what you forgot?" ask the blind woman.
"I don't remember anything, Senor. I was just thinking about what that woman was doing right now."
