The Sad Eater of Widia's
Chapter 07 | Tasting Sweetness Pain | edt

Grief Eater, chapter 07

Almost everyone makes them the center of attention temporarily, like their partners go hand in hand. There was even a laugh in the conversation. Although the topic is dominated by Widia, Fadli only follows the flow of the conversation.

"I don't like fish." she said. "Maybe if it's squid or something other than fish I want" he continued.

Widia crossed both arms in front of her chest and looked astonished, she slightly disliked the fish but did not spit it out. Maybe it was just appetite. Everyone has different tastes, even if parents impose their will, their children will still like it.

"It will be difficult to change appetite even my parents also ask me not to choose food," he said with a blank smile. "But how else?" said Fadli surly followed by scratching his head.

After a short walk they want to go straight home, but Widia wants to go around for a while. There was something in his mind right now about the reason why Fadli was wearing covered clothes.

Widya lowered her head as she said, "Don't want to see anyone else?" This girl shook her head and nodded, "where is possible."

Before following Widia's steps, Fadli looked at the man who was hugging a small child under the rambutan tree. His teeth were shaking indicating anger. One thing he remembered, again he welcomed into the overflow of upset emotions into the self that he hugged was his son.

"you can cook, I'll take it as long as it's not weird!" A smile accompanied the speech of this girl. Widia who was shocked after glancing back shouted, "Buset, you are walking really slow!"

From that moment Widia just turned her back when she said the words, even so this girl tried not to look at the magnificent house like a palace near them. His eyes tried to look at Fadli, though he continued to miss.

The fence of the house on the side really became the center of attention Fadli slowed his legs, while Widya seemed to want to rush away. It didn't take long for the gate to open. It appeared that an old man about 35 years old passed through the gate, eyes narrow and tall wearing black clothes.

His parents' car made a loud honking sound and Widia's uncle shouted at Widia. Fadli expressed a threatening intention with a gesture of face, upon hearing his screams, but Widia blocked the view. This girl asked to leave immediately.

"You're sampa--!" The eyes hardened on the man. "I feel like I'd really like to stab that guy!" Fadli's mind was irritated to the point of biting his lips.

The red netra is enough to move the security guard's foot out of place. Like someone who wants to do something, this man is very unhappy, his face really illustrates anger.

"Udah. don't say anything," Widia said while silencing Fadli's mouth so as not to make a sound.

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The door opened, they went inside. Anger accompanied his face. Widya quite enjoyed the sweetness of the pain after her uncle insulted her, it shook her heart and mind. Until now attacked him relentlessly like a rain of arrows.

"Maybe I better go.."

"No need, no matter what the human's words are.." glimpsed his eyes sharply.

The mood is a bit quiet. This house became spacious not as usual, it reminded Widya of her home and not long before this girl approached her.

"We can forget this," Widia approached the man sitting on the sofa. "Can you forget what he said? anyway, his words have nothing to do with you."

Fadlu nodded slowly, he got up from his seat and left while holding his forehead, he was like dizzy. The reason for defending her was zero, Widia understood that she was angry but should not go that far. Although he had not done anything, his premonition said Fadlu would do something bad enough if left unchecked.

"What's wrong?"

"No, just talking."

"Ohh.. Is it true that you are not busy with schoolwork? Yes, school is different."

While reading Widia's book talk to her upperclassmen. They joked for a long time about a topic about school. However, Widia looked towards Fadli by the window, she was grabbing her own hair as if annoyed.

"Haha." The laughter did not last long. "So, I have something to ask you, can I?"

"Whatis that? Can do! what the hell is wrong with my class!"

"None class equals Fadly, right?" Widya asked rather slowly. "What was his attitude when he was in school. Well. I was curious.." he said slowly as if whispering.

"Fadley? Why do you ask him, I don't know if you ever talked to him or met him."

"Yes, you know," Widia replied, smiling wryly. Showing seriousness through the face, this girl listened a little about him.

For half an hour they spoke, Widia found nothing. He gave up and closed the call. Looking towards the window, turned his face to her as the fringed curtains were blown out by the night breeze.

"What's wrong?" Ask the guy. "You look at me like a curious person." he added somewhat describing the mood.

"You seem to be upset. It looks from your face, you see."

"Is that? Yeah, don't mind things like my facial expressions or whatever. Every day I'm like this."

"How could I ignore that? It feels very ..." His words started to stall seeing Fadli's reaction.

After Widia gave her sentence, the man who was sitting and working was blushing red, the cheeks were flushed like a ripe apple. He closed his mouth often. This girl was puzzled by the man's response, she took a breath and leaned on the sofa.

Next day. I will forget everything but attack it more and more. Sometimes he gets unexpected events and strongly wants to throw it away. However, even more attached to his brain makes him confused, his brain wants him to do what.

"Your master is confused too.."

"How does that mean. huh?"

"It doesn't look like a slave or a servant to me? Well that's in my personal opinion."

"I understand more or less. but.." Widia devoured the bread while staring at the mobile phone. "Your words are a bit ambiguous so they cause obscurity" he continued speaking as he got up from the chair.

"Then I went to school" he said, leaving from where he stood. "Let's just relax I'll walk to school and save my money."

God created the beautiful morning weather that is seen by the eyes, so start with a smile and a sincere heart full of joy. And sometimes also people look at the negative behind the positive, it is often experienced by Widia almost every day.

As she swung her legs as she walked, the black haired girl spilled down her waist pulling a small book out of her bag. He opened a strip of paper, a small book that read "Daily Book" on the first page.

"It looks like I will get a story from him, but. if it is found out he might be angry.." Widya's inner heart. "Well how else, there's no other way, is there?" a wry smile accompanied the question from himself.

Arriving in front of the gate, Widia exhaled so long as to feel displeased at what she was doing. He stuffed Fadli's diary into a bag and secured things not his own.

"Smaking the sweetness of pain? I think I also had reading pain let alone feel," he said as he went inside. With a sorry face he came to class greeted by the noisy atmosphere of the class, as usual days.