He's Not The Best
104. The Man Who Ever Injured a Wound

The Man Who Ever Injured a Wound

Winsi lived her last days in December cheerfully, she often asked Runa to send her cute and adorable little sister photos. The baby who has not even turned six months old is so making him miss.

Like that day, while he was still relaxing enjoying the semester break, Winsi saw the photo that his mother had just sent. He was in the shophouse where he started a business selling various snacks and souvenirs typical of Yogyakarta.

The girl deliberately ran the idea of her business on the whim of herself and also her friend Nia, whom she invited to live and work together there. The two girls worked well together all this time and used capital money in an equally profitable joint venture.

The beginning of the meeting with Nia Winsi was when they became friends at school during Junior High, who would have guessed if now they were reunited in the same university.

Nia once felt indebted to Winsi when she became a fat teenager with a pimply face who then got Bulian from her classmates.

They met again only a few months ago, when Winsi intended to start a business and wanted to escape the supervision and did not want to trouble Nafadi again. After all, the man had been very kind and supported her all this time.

In recent months, after his house was finished in the wake, and intend to start his own business.

Winsi tried his hardest with various ways to heal himself from his trauma to the dark and tightly closed room. She read a lot of motivating stories, a lot of heroines, or other positive things besides her college lessons.

In addition, he diligently attended various seminars on self-development or about mental health to the campus adolescent studies he routinely lived. All for the sake of loss of unreasonable sense of excessive anxiety.

When she is reunited with Nia, it is the starting point of her courage and decision to live out her initial intentions and throw away the worry of dark and tightly shut rooms.

It has not healed properly, because sometimes he still woke up at night in a state of sweating, nightmares and also trembling accompanied by a very intense heartbeat. However, when the trauma is relapsed at night when Winsi himself, then he will immediately turn on the lights and open a little door to his room.

About the trauma, Winsi told Nia everything, but she did not say for what reason the trauma was created. The development of his personality is now no longer worrying, because the trauma has reduced even he has dared to live in his own home with Nia who happily supports and accompanies him.

“Why you, Win. Smile for yourself?” nia asked as she arranged the package of corn chips that had just come from the supplier they were working with.

“This, Photo Jiddan. Funny, right?” winsi said while showing her phone. He then sat down and saw the activity of Nia who did not want to be silent, there was just something she was doing, but, the contents of the stall were neat.

Nia turned her head a little while ago, she smiled, “Iya, funny, looks like my sister.”

“Ih, where is my sister similar to your sister?”

“Similar funny!”

“Oh.”

Nia was diligent, because she had lived with her uncle and aunt since childhood, and she was now an orphan, her sister was in the care of the same person. He was able to enter the famous university because he followed the scholarship path. Living with a family that is not a sibling feels like a burden, therefore he is always diligent in working.

How happy Nia was when she met Winsi and asked her to stay together, then, invite business. He seemed to have one more sun until his life seemed brighter than before. He drained the contents of his savings to support his friend until he had the same effort.

Initially, they would set up a food stall, but it could not be because they were also busy with their respective lectures, moreover, Winsi and Nia are in different majors it is difficult to have the same time.

When she was busy arranging some things and cleaning the shelves that are mostly still empty, suddenly came a man who was seen just getting out of his car.

“Om, Anas!” winsi shouted as he stepped quickly to welcome the arrival of the person who had not met him for a long time.

The last time they met, Winsi and Anas talked about some possibilities for cooperation. They became familiar from getting to know each other more and Winsi finally found out the biggest thing in her life about the mystery of who the man who helped her mother was.

“Ah, finally you guys open the store too?” said Anas.

“Ck! We are open every weekend, Om!” wasi. While Nia went to the kitchen preparing a warm drink for them.

“Actually you guys are serious business, not the hell?”

“Serious dong, Om!”

“If you are serious you have to open every day!”

“We, right, college, Om!”

“Ya, find workers dong, Win ...”

“Ya, no make his salary dong, Om...” Winsi follows Anas's style of speech.

Anas just smiled then, he sat closer to Winsi, on the carpet that was deliberately titled when a guest or friend came. They enjoyed a warm tea together.

The man explained his business strategy that the two girls could emulate, then he offers a little cooperation by utilizing some of the room is still empty and the parking yard is quite spacious into a cafe with a menu made in the cafe owned by Anas.

“Wah, may also have the idea, Om!” Winsi said while nodding her head and smiling kindly at Anas.

“Now I want to ask, you still get monthly money from your parents, right?”

“Still, Om.” Winsi and Nia answered simultaneously.

At the same time, an Avanza car passed in front of a provincial store and stopped not far from there. A man with gray hair came over and looked inside and called out.

“Wiwin! Is that you?” said the man.

“Bapak?” Winsi immediately stood up and approached Basri. Yes, the man was Basri Winsi's biological father, who happened to pass by because the passenger who rented his car asked to stop right near his shop.

“Yes, it's me!” basri.

“Please enter, Sir!” sahut Winsi. The girl was being friendly, she could not drive away anyone who was likely her customer. Although, he was a man who had incised wounds.

Basri also caught a glimpse of the young woman sitting on the carpet in the stall. His eyes were so pushy and could not divert him from his children's Winsi—. Finally, he actually stepped there and took a look at the room around the store and the person inside.

“You?”

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