Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case
9: S-Class Whisk Hacker?
#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!
Jakarta, April 10, 2020
At 08:00 PM
Geck! Geck!
Whisk Apartment Door knocked by Jel.
Haz was busy taking care of his long wavy hair. If he's in the hospital, he'll drive it. But, unlike when he was at home or anywhere else, except in the hospital, he would tie his dominant hair to the left side.
Cretaceous...
Door opens. The face of the apartment owner there. Her hair was disheveled and still damp. "Oh, you guys have come. Timing fits perfectly. I just finished the cooking show," he said flatly. "Let's go in!"
Actually Whisk's heart is pounding hard seeing Haz there. He tries to control it as best he can. The man thinks Haz is very pretty and cute in sleeping pajamas which he thinks is great for the woman.
Whisk transformed the living room into an elite room that was very little encountered by people. He put a yellow tumblr lamp along the wall there. The television and the table are placed facing each other. The table used is also low, made of teak wood. Coincidentally Andrian asked if anyone wanted to be replaced by a Whisk inside his apartment. So, Whisk asked Andrian to buy some objects as well as furniture that he thought was good for decorating the house. Whisk has excellent interior design taste.
"Good taste," praised Haz subconsciously.
Whisk's heart pounded at Haz's praise. "Ah, thank you.." replied the reddish-spirited man nervously.
Haz looked over the table. His guess is right to play his dish, Whisk chose Nusantara cuisine. Because when entering the man's apartment, Haz immediately smelled a very strong spice smell.
"Where's alkaf?" babble Jel.
"He's back there. Was talking to his Senior on the phone. Oh yes I forgot to tell you, Alkaf told me that he wanted you to meet him there," replied Whisk as he pointed at a doorless room. That was also the Whisk. He told Andrian to take the door off. I don't know what he's thinking. The owner of the apartment has no problem with this.
"Okay. I'll be there for a second" Jel leaves Haz and Whisk alone.
Haz himself is tasting the taste of the spices that are formulated Whisk.
It looks like he wears cinnamon, in France itself, one of the famous spices is cinnamon. But, this is really magical! How can a whisky combine cinnamon so strong in aroma with curry? inner Haz.
"Ah... About this curry, I learned it from an Indian chef who happened to be interning in France" Whisk said.
"Was... Um... The person you're referring to is Pradley...??" ask Haz.
"Where do you know?!" The whisk did not hide his surprised expression at all.
"Oh, hahaha... He and I were friends on the line app. He is a friendly man. He even taught me how to make sweet cane bread without having to be served with curry through a video!" kekeh Haz's.
"Oh yeah? Can I have her ID?" ask Whisk.
Haz pulls out his cell phone from the pocket of his sleeping pajamas. "What's your ID? I'll send you the contact."
Moment before...
Jel and Alkaf, by the way,
"Oh hahaha... What do you want to know?"
"I? I already have a boyfriend."
Jel could hear Alkaf saying that. That fucking shit! Who else is he flirting with?! jel said in his heart. One thing why Jel still couldn't accept Alkaf: Because the man was very unstable towards his own feelings. That man would never be able to stop teasing other women. Therefore, Jel did not want to rush to accept Alkaf.
"Oh, it seems like my girlfriend is already here," puckered Alkaf while staring at the friendly Jel.
Jel glared at Alkaf: How dare You call me Your girlfriend.
"He looks unhappy." Oceh Alkaf who immediately got the jewel in the ear from Jel.
"Whoah! It's a good fit for that woman to be your life partner, Al!" voice said on the phone.
Jel could see the face of a woman who was about mid-sixty years old.
Jel looked at the judges towards Alkaf: You didn't say you were calling Mama!
Jel of course knows well with the person whose face appears on the screen of the phone. Not only Jel, Haz also knows who the woman is.
That beautiful middle-aged woman was Alkaf's Mother. He is from the Dayak tribe in the provincial capital of South Kalimantan. She is very beautiful with her blue eye bead because Alkaf's grandfather was European.
"Oh, Mama!" yell awkward Jel.
Yes, Haz and Jel were encouraged by the woman herself to call her "Mama" and Alkaf's father "Papa". The woman and her husband were not at all bothered by the name.
"How are you, Ma?" tanya Jel tried to melt the atmosphere that had just happened between her and Alkaf. Ughhhh... Watch out for you Alkaf! You didn't say that Mama called! jel's mind was upset.
"Very good, Jelkesya. What about your own situation there, son? And what about Hazelia?" ask Mother Alkaf.
"We're both very good, Ma!" jel replied excitedly. He even snatched Alkaf's phone from the hands of his own owner.
"Officially dating Alkaf huh?" god Mother Alkaf.
Jel's face immediately blushed red. "Cho Ma... Me and Alkaf are not dating..."
"Hurry up for a relationship, Mama will be very happy if you can hold a grandchild" Mother Alkaf smiled sweetly. It gave Jel goosebumps, imagining him and Alkaf getting married, then having children.
In fact, since Jel was first introduced to Alkaf's Mother, he had already agreed to their relationship. Even Haz knew how blatantly they both showed affection in front of Haz who had just broken up with Ric at the time, on the eve of the Old and New New New Year Festival celebrations. They slept so hard to show Haz! And Haz says he'll remember that forever.
"But, Mama there are friendly photos of you two, you know," kekeh Mother Alkaf on the phone ignorant.
"Huh? Which one, Ma?" Jel asked in panic.
"HAZELIA'S LIFE!!!"
Turn back...
Haz and Whisk, please,
"Shock!" decak Haz laughed.
"Why is Jelkesya screaming like that?" ask the curious Whisk.
"I gave something very special to Senior that they were calling," Haz smiled ignorantly.
"Oh you know?" ask a plain Whisk.
"Mother Alkaf" replied Haz briefly.
"Oh jeez. I think I know what you gave to Mother Alkaf" said the Whisk.
"What do you think? What did I give him?" ask Haz while scooping the fruit salad and putting it in his mouth.
Whisk grabs the spoon held by Haz. He did the same thing as that woman. "I'm sure you'll give a picture of the two of them while being friendly" replied Whisk on target.
"The bingo! Damn right! Shall I show you?"
Somewhere else...
The tring!
Message received!
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Mysterious Person: No one visited Hazelia Lify in the hospital.
Ric: What do you mean?
Mysterious Person: It seems like he is a person who is highly protected by the government.
Ric: If I tell you his characteristics, can you find information about him?
Mysterious Man: I'll try.
Ric: Okay. He's like ...
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Ric hit the table in front of him hard. Who is that man who dares to embrace mine?!
Not until ten minutes later...
The tring!
Message received!
~
Mysterious Person: Here's a little biography about him. I can't access any further. He seems very clever. I can't cross the French police website either because of him. His category is probably an S-class hacker.
Message read Ric.
~
A French detective who is very famous among the world police force eh?
Ric smiled cunningly.
Moment before...
Haz and Whisk, please,
The warning!
Someone wants to cross into the French police web!
"Well, I didn't expect Mr. Whisky Woods is a hacker too" Haz said.
"Rics. Your ex-boyfriend. Wanted to know about myself. He told others to cross the web that I just created not long ago. Looks like she was jealous to see ahem when I grabbed you earlier," Whisk cleared his throat when he mentioned that he was embracing Haz.
"just ignore. He deserves to be with all the women in the world. Of course except myself and Jel" said Haz lazily.
"Honestly, you still have feelings for her don't you?"
"If I had one, I would try hard to resist that. Remember how bad he is!" hardik Haz is angry.
"Well let's see how good this one is. Lafayett, try to stretch!" Whisk chuckles flat.
Haz shakes. It seems that if he was in a story, it would be a perfect fit as his antagonist role, inner Haz. Oh yeah! Finally an idea came to my mind after all this time!
Haz stared at the Whisk. The one who was stared at just stared flatly at the woman.
This strange girl why laugh at herself? I don't feel good, thought Whisk.
