The Sad Eater of Widia's
Chapter 03 | How To Ask Please | edt

Grief Eater, chapter 03

People pass by when concern disappears from the face of the earth, sometimes other individuals just ask what is. Thousands to millions of suggestions Widya received. It was just a matter of fingers, rarely did anyone lend a hand to him.

Reaching the point of forming despair Widya was utterly devastated, lost in the reality of life when her family did not show up. He needs someone's help, whoever it is he needs a hand. Unexpectedly there was a white umbrella teenager asking his condition.

"Did he just help me because of humanity?" batin Widya found a pile of clothes. "I can't wash my clothes" Widya said after a long sigh.

Suddenly Fadly spouted coffee back into his glass, as a result of gasping shocked this man smiled wryly and brought it back. Behind Fadli gave directions as Widia recalled the procedure text lesson this morning at school, now Fadly patronized her.

"Don't complain." he stood up. "I don't accept you in my house for free" said the man somewhat complaining.

Widia accepts Fadli's remarks, she lives by agreement to become a maid and Fadli a persecutor. They try to be mutually beneficial, although Widia feels that all profits are more inclined towards her.

The way he looked at the man who lived in the same house changed, from silent to expressionless to get his attitude towards things. He looks quite mature, rarely plays. However, Widia was like seeing a shadow of her childhood self on Fadli's shoulders.

After washing clothes Widia breaks on the porch of the house feeling tired and sore. He looked into space with a flash. His eyes did not show any burden, on the contrary, he felt comfortable in the house of others opposite his own residence.

"It feels so calm.." she closed one eye. Raged in his mind the words of uncle regarding parents. "Are they really not coming back ?" Widia asked in her heart.

Along with the rain, Widia looked at him carefully with both fingers typing the laptop keyboard accompanied by anger. They have been together one week. However, locked himself in a room like a worker does not know the time, Widia began to worry about him.

In the morning, Widia got her school equipment ready with the lunch box. He approached the man who was watching television.

"I just want to say that I'm off today" he said, smiling wryly.

The glance of his interlocutor's eyes clearly signified resentment. Only, Widya took a breath then sat by his side accompanying him nevertheless, Fadly adjusted herself.

Silence presses the two directly after the television is turned off, silent and quiet middle room when there is no talk. It's hard to bring up a conversation. Widya snarled a thousand words, after seeing Fadli turn to her.

"Why can you express your feelings to me without shame?" The question came out unintentionally. Widia was confused to say what else, but Fadli seemed to be stringing the answer sentence.

Fadli who looked up said, "Have you ever been at a point where you ever regretted something?" Now he sighed before saying, "maybe that's just my answer."

What he saw was a sad teenage boy, much different from Fadli one year ago, often late for school and talking with his friends. As if getting rid of the noise, he always uses a mobile phone as a means of getting rid of the noise.

The moments his friends didn't exist. She looked at the sky wearing red eyes as if after staying up late, Widia recalled before she left school, for no apparent reason. The curiosity of this girl also peaked because of it.

Widia breathed in the air gathering courage while still not saying, "Hei Fadli.."

"What?" Sahut Fadly turned.

"Why did you leave school ..." Widia gulped as fluently as yet, "and stayed alone?"

Widia nodded slowly, she looked around gaining so much breadth of this house. The atmosphere is so broad. The house is bigger, but the air there is really narrow. Widia's eyes looked at Fadli's face wondering about the man in front.

Widya painted a smile as she asked, "are you lonely?" For a few seconds the response was slow. Fadly shook her head, "not at all. Why ask ?"

"Son, I was thinking." His words were cut off when the knock on the door was caught by their ears. A small smile stayed on her face, the first time Widia saw Fadli develop a little lip.

"Fauzan. You've been here a long time, slave!" Exclaimed Fadly while patting the shoulder of his interlocutor. "What because .." said Fadli swallowing after finding the motor behind his friend.

"Ah, the usual motor again broke down." he said after exhaling a long breath.

The two of them spoke in a joking tone, although Widia was confused about getting this spectacle. He leaned onto the sofa feeling a pain in his waist. The shadow in his mind will do the housewife's work after marriage, just before rising to third grade High School for him to breathe air when breathing.

"Heh." his friend's mouth gaped after seeing a girl sitting on the sofa. He raised an eyebrow before asking, "Why is there a girl in your house?"

"I'll tell you a story later." said the teenager beside him along with a wry smile.

"T-Wait a minute.." Fadli's friend seemed to put on a look of surprise. "Why you?" He showed Fadli a thin smile and a cynical look.

In balance of mind Widia and Fadli saw the behavior of the man near them, suddenly he touched his forehead. And the same Fadly gasped in shock at capturing the intent of his expression. He stomped his feet rather strongly onto the floor resulting in a tremor, Fadli opened his mouth.

"Not that!" Sangkal Fadli's. "She's a new person who snekos, if you want to ask the owner of kos karen, he just moved!" It seems to reinforce the argument.

Fauzan lowered his hand, he took a breath, looking briefly at Widia who was widening as if in shock. The two moved to the terrace. While the girl was living in the living room, she seemed shocked to not play after catching Fadli's words just now.

"G-Where? Just go ahead, it's our project." A wry smile expands on the lips.

"I remember you sent me a photo of a woman you liked her name 'Widya' one year ago. Even every story you write must have a name even though it is changed, there are still initials. Huhh even if you are obsessed also don't stay together and let your passions!" Fauzan nyerocos is like a drug dealer without giving a gap to deny.

Fadli denied every word and told all the truth except to pay the cost of his stay, right Fauzan put a face of trust. In the end, they work as usual to reap profits even a little.

"Maybe if Fauzan finds out, he doesn't want to work together anymore. What will my wallet be?" Fadli's heart in his heart. "Hahh. napa I nolongin him. Pity because it's almost the same, parents left behind? no, I'm the one who left them.." his mind seemed to regret something.

"Fadei?" Call her. "Hey Fadli, why are you daydreaming!" The clap of the hand awakened his daydream. His right hand stroked the cheek that his best friend slapped softly.

"No, I'm fine we just continue.." the headband includes a sad facial expression. They work no heed to women in the house, the conversation of these two friends is ordinary despite many strange jokes.

The people who understand it the most are more than the parents, Fadli thought. However, he still wondered about whether his best friend could be more sensitive than his fathers? Can someone replace them? That's not the question.

Sitting on the sidewalk and people asking, Fadli just said that he was okay for others to walk again. Similar to being lost he was really struggling to stay in a ringing.