Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

91: Word and Taste Games

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

"What do I want to say?" Haz asked the Whisk. He was indeed happy to make his interlocutor feel confused, curious. But that's because he feels that there are arguments that they can convey when in a stressful situation. Long-haired women don't always do that.

Let's just say, talk to Liulaika Jelkesya. He wouldn't say things that made Jel confused. After all, he also knew that Jel did not like the trick question. He understood that Jel was the type of person who wanted to go straight to the point. If he were to pass on a trick question to Jelkesya, there he would either be scolded by the woman, or scolded by Alkaf. He did not want to find trouble with his best friend or his best friend's girlfriend. Just make a headache.

"Let me think of nice words to talk about this matter with you," Haz said in the end.

"I don't need good words. I need your answer. What made you see me again, Hazelia Lify?" asked Whisk, looking at Haz with a serious look. She doesn't want Haz to think of words just to keep her feelings in check. "I know you want to say something that won't hurt me. And .. I don't need that."

It would be a lie if the Whisk said that he did not want to listen to the sweet words of Haz. The man certainly wanted it very much.

"You're not good at lying" said Haz.

"I'm not lying" Whisk said.

"Your face told me everything" said Haz. He let out a long sigh and stared at the Whisk gently.

"Is there something on my face?"

"Nothing."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just feel guilty."

"Because it hurt you."

"I'm fine," said the Whisk as he let out a long sigh. Her feelings of sadness turned into feelings of guilt towards Haz. He himself did not know why he was crying.

Saddened? Even when Senior Milla married James, she never felt sad.

"You don't really know what love is, Whisk. He stared at the ceiling that was painted a faded blue.

Faded blue people say like this will make the mind calm and will make children easier to sleep. That's right, inner Haz.

"I don't know what love is?" ask Whisk.

Sometimes Whisk is so curious about the mind path of Hazelia Lify. How not? Said the long-haired woman, the man had no idea what love was. Then, what was she feeling towards Haz at the time if not love?

"really. You still don't know what love is. I don't dare say I've really been in love. I'm just like you, I don't know love very well" Haz replied.

Haz paused his words for a moment, then he continued, "I heard from someone that love is about deep feelings that cannot be expressed in words. If you say 'I love you', it's not love at all. Love is not about word games. It's a taste game."

Whisk kept quiet, hearing Haz's explanation. Rather than a detective, Haz is better suited to being a writer. His words are very good.

"Talk about taste. Your face shows a very high sense of disappointment and curiosity, why don't you try to guess what I want to tell you?"