The Sad Eater of Widia's
Chapter 08 | Each Pain is different | edt

Grief Eater, chapter 08

One girl and one teenage boy were having breakfast in the morning. The rain fell heavily, the weather was not friendly and the thunderous sounds of lightning continued to increase as time went on. They were facing each other at the dining table.

"Do you want to eat this kind of food? To me this is a bit .." his words stopped.

Fadly devoured his breakfast in the morning with ordinary facial water, like a man eating every mouthful without complaining. While the girl in front of him had difficulty touching her food, she looked like a nauseous person.

People have different passions, supported by where they grow, they feel comfortable in the environment and feel awkwardness in foreign objects. Just like teenagers who have their own life.

"Why should ..." Widya gulped before continuing. "Why should bamboo shoot, anyway?" Deuteronomy turned his eyes away.

"Why do you look disgusted? Well, I love it and there are plenty of other foods. Go to the stall I forgot you miss rich man's son."

"Don't mock!" The impact was high enough to make Fadly look at him.

This girl's gaze focused on the book on the table in the living room. The diary that belonged to the man in front of him had not been taken. Fadly busied herself with the environment and work, which she did just walking around and writing stories.

Widya gulps. His face also showed fear until the sweat poured out, about to ask but his mouth refused to open. His desire to know is strong, but his courage is low, fearing the things that have not yet come.

"Hey Fadly.." he knocked on the table.

"What?" His mouth while staring. "Why are you so tired.."

"K-Sweat!" Widya touches the forehead and cheeks full of water coming out of the hole in the pore skin. He smiled wryly with his eyes closed.

"Is there anything you want to ask?" Fadly asked giving a confused look. "Just ask, I won't bite." he said after sighing.

"Then I ask you why are you not the same as your parents? They haven't died said the classmate when you were in school."

Suddenly, Fadly's eyes opened wide with her pupils shrinking. Fists showed anger. He deflected the view giving birth to Widya's fear of getting bigger, now he is confused to want or not want to get the answer.

"..."

Silence came, the clock that should have been slow as if hard. When they joke around pretty. It can be made silent when one person utters the wrong word, especially Widya understands why she is afraid to ask, that the question is like a sharp sword.

"Well, it's not a unique story or a legend, as there may be other humans who experience the same thing as me."

"You mean?" Widya moved from the spot. "Tell me more about you!" Her request was rather urgent while sitting on the chair beside her.

After a while the heartbeat was so noisy that Widya wanted to curse. She was exactly close to him by inches, the face was more charming red than ever. While the man was by her side, subconsciously focusing his eyes on Widya.

"So look, keep your eyes, keep Fad's eyes." he said slowly.

Both feet cannot be silent. Hand rubbing thighs, rubbing eyes and other gestures make Fadly a little uncomfortable.

"Why did I even ask? So, Fadly why, even look at me that way, anyway!" The inner girl in his heart. "When is the story?" Further.

Fadly kicked down the dining table. When Widya was shocked, the man went half-run and took his diary on the front desk of the television. He returned to Widya's side with a book as big as a hand.

***

"Curtain!" Speaker while leaving. "Other times the brain is using!" His impact.

This teenager is still a mother, although his place to complain is doubted by his mind and heart. The final result, he obtained thousands of reasons difficult to touch the elbow and choose to add absences every day. It's piling up. Simply invite yourself to the room of the teacher BK.

"You are yes!" The clash became the beginning of a quiet conversation that did not suppress, just overriding his right to speak. Plus the eyes glaring at him were just intimidating so that his head was bowed.

Throwing words without knowing the reason it grows into a good person, even the surrounding environment is good enough to teach how to get closer to lust.

"I'm anyway-" she said, but when the door suddenly opened. "Mah! Sick, don't pull Adi that way!" He felt the pull of his mother's hand.

"You smoke, don't you? Neighbors tell mom, answer!" Snapped mom pretty hard. "Why silence? Answer now!" The addition further hardens until the sound is heard to the corner of the house.

Not given a little defense. They hear only from the mouths of neighbors rather than the words of their own flesh. During the rage, her husband came from the kitchen and crossed his arms before his son.

The first thing the father got was a cynical look scaring his son. The thought of parents, when telling stories is never considered, makes him reluctant to complain about his problems. Confused about what to do and made a mistake.

"When look at the Hero, get the achievement continues! What are you?" Mother closed the door of the room talking while glaring from the crack of the door.

Mother asked first and locked him in the room for half a day. Dad landed a hard punch a second after one letter came out. He was completely confused about himself, when in class and obtained the words of the teacher, he widened.

"We never have anything in life even if you have children, it is just a deposit and the same as a life partner. You can lose it and we don't really have anything."

"Son.." his words stopped. "just deposit. I just tucked? That's why it doesn't matter, "it's in his heart.

The mouth is useless if the child is not given the opportunity to talk. Make the place to grow, shelter, tell stories, and complain so sturdy that flies can knock down with one tap.

"Wrong.." hand crossed out the writing on the paper. "Am I wrong?"

The papers fell to the ground. While both hands grabbed his own hair, disappointment and dissatisfaction with self arose. He raised his face to find some teenagers, there is a new place that accepts anyone.

A place where there is no need for a strong grip on life, the impingement of disappointment towards friends and family even school. Adolescents who have unstable emotional development often enter into that environment.

"And so on, I committed a crime and was cast out! Udah, done so do not ask again, or do you want to be a slave worker?" A smile accompanies his speech.

"..."

"W-Why are you diem? I'm kidding!"

"... Ah, yes no. I'm not sure that's it."

Widya's face was less sure. She seemed to be in disbelief, especially when Fadly smiled, this girl did not see the place of honesty at all.

"Yes, I don't mean to compare, but everyone has different feelings. If one cannot endure pain while others can, it is not a weakness rather like a difference. The way you think is also different."

Widya smiled slightly before saying, "W-You sometimes like to talk like a motivator, even though your speech is normal."

Fadly laughed softly and sipped a drink. Publishing a memory that had faded a long time ago, he wondered if it was possible for his parents to change? The question got into his brain when he saw Widya, reminding him of the two.