Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

67: Small Quite Dizzying Debate

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

Haz simply fell silent and looked towards Cyan, Whisk, and Zenneth. He does not answer Zenneth's questions and Zenneth understands that Haz is still in a phase of not being okay.

"Cyan cook fast!" zenneth shouted while punching Cyan's shoulder. They both look very suitable and friendly if Zenneth has not dated Darren.

"You guys are so sweet," seduced Whisk. "Are you two dating?"

Cyan and Zenneth were stunned at the Whisk's question. They looked at each other, then answered along with turning around to ask the reddish-spirited man, "What am I going out with (yellow/grandmother attached) this one?"

"After all, this little granny is already dating a young doctor," Cyan said again, staring at Zenneth. It was a sadness as he declared it. Like ... not willing to face that reality.

"You shouldn't lie with your own feelings, Cyan," Haz said. He finally spoke. He looked at Cyan with an innocent look and shrugged both of his shoulders. "You like Zenneth, don't you? Be honest. He also often has fun with you. You're a paper for it."

"Life Hazelia!" exclamation Cyan. Her face flushed. She was so embarrassed that Haz told her that Zenneth, the person she liked, was there too.

"Oh yeah, I broke up with Darren this afternoon. It turns out that he had wanted to break up for a long time. But, he was afraid of offending me—so he said, I don't really care. So, don't talk about Darren in front of me anymore" Zenneth said.

"Green light," murmured Haz. "Code. If you still don't understand, Cyan, I don't know what else to call you stupid or insensitive. What is clear is that I can call you an idiot if you don't take advantage of this good opportunity."

"Surely said Haz. If you don't make good use of this opportunity, you're the dumbest man on earth." Whisk justifies the word Haz.

"I have no thoughts of finding a partner any time soon" Zenneth said. He sort of decided on Cyan's wish to approach him. "Yes, if anyone wants to date me, I'll think about it again."

"Labile to you" said Haz. He's laughing a little. Finally he showed a happy facial expression after hours of sadness, even though his nose was still reddened and his eyes were still swollen.

"Well! Finally happy too" said Zenneth. He approached Haz and sat down next to him.

"What are you?" ask Haz fiercely. "Don't come near me. You're infuriating. That guy at all." He stared hard at the Whisk.

"Why me?" ask Whisk. He displayed an innocent innocent face while blinking his eyes repeatedly. He is not at all suited to do so.

"You're disgusting, Whisky Woods. Don't act like that" said Haz.

"If I don't act like this, you won't laugh. You like disgusting things like this. Yeah no?" god Whisk.

"No!" shangkal Haz's. He turned his flushed face away from the Whisk. "Of course not! What's that disgusting thing for? You're infuriating!"

"Do I need to mention what you do with a fictional character on your phone every day? You have to admit, that you like." Whisk chuckled at Haz's childlike behavior. But he still likes Haz, although sometimes long-haired women can be very unstable.

"All right, Mr. Woods. I admit that I love the silliness, stupidity, and disgust created by the fictional characters on my phone. But that doesn't mean I'll like it when people do it" Haz said.

"Decision is my hope," muttered Cyan who could be heard by everyone.

"What disconnect?" ask Haz. "So a man don't be weak. Men mental tempe."

"I'm glad I'm not mentally tempe." Whisk is proud of himself. She is indeed not mentally tempeh, evident from her daring to comfort the sad Haz in her own way.

"Silence you suck!" exclaim Haz. He puffed his cheeks a sign he was upset.

"Yes. Ja. I'll shut up. But answer my question first. Is this the egg half-cooked or perfectly cooked? Want to use a leaf soup?" ask Whisk.

"Why do Europeans like to use spices for their cooking?" Haz asked back.

"Does the leaves of the soup include spices?" Whisk looked at Haz and smiled at the woman.

"Of course not!" Haz called out to answer the question.

"Then, what do you mean by Europeans who like to use spices?" Whisk asked again.

"I mean why you like something that smells so strong. Spices are seasoning ingredients that are rich in smell and taste, as well as soup— leaves although the two rights seem to have no relation whatsoever. So, you haven't answered my question. Why would that be?" Haz rests his chin on the couch, staring back at the Whisk. It seemed like the question was enough to state to Whisk that the long-haired lady did not want him to put soup leaves into her instant noodles.

"Why do you have to question the things that have been recorded in your history to say "no" to me? You're making me dizzy Hazelia." Whisk looked back at the instant noodles he cooked. "You haven't answered one more question." He reminded me that there were two questions.

"I like to play games with other people" I'm Haz. He moved his head to the right and left while humming a song inside his head. "The eggs, I want the mature ones. I don't really like soup that's tainted with .. ya know what."

"This is why I hate smart people" Zenneth murmured. He and Cyan looked at each other in confusion. He gets a flat look from Haz. "What's? Don't you? The smart guy is confusing."

"Miss Zenneth, may I correct your words?" asked Whisk and without waiting for Zenneth's answer, he said, "The woman is confused. There are no stupid women. There are only stupid men. A woman's mind is like a labyrinth, unpredictable or predictable—if a man guesses correctly, he's just lucky. You, for example. To say that you want a place that is comfortable and in accordance with your expectations, you gave me a very minimal code. But, luckily you told me to ask Haz and that was more than enough. Thank you for doing it."

"For something like this I have to admit that I'm very stupid" Cyan said. He looked at the three people who were with him in turn. "I gave up on understanding what you said. Zenneth, this is yours." He thrust the instant noodles he cooked on a table in the style of a bar table.

Zenneth immediately walked up to him and sat quietly in front of the table. "Good eat all!" He exclaimed and immediately ate the instant noodles that Cyan had served voraciously.

The atmosphere was cold. The digital wall clock still shows at three past forty-five minutes. It was twenty-five minutes after Haz and Whisk came out of the room, joining Cyan and Zenneth.

"Haz, already. What are you gonna do here?" Whisk asked while pouring instant noodles into the bowl.

"Just be there."