The Sad Eater of Widia's
Chapter 11 | Male Not Female | edt

Grief Eaters, chapter 11

Most teenage boys will like things that lead to stoutness. Saw the teenager watering the flowers as well as taking care of the plants. Widya looked at him from the window, he was so gentle as if he was going to be a comfortable man.

On the other hand, the man once upon a time turned into a sinister figure. He has no sharp teeth or anything else. Rather than his threatening expression, hardened red eyes were incredible when enraged.

He gave up the debate after not wanting and tired of doing the activity. Perhaps to avoid a debate with a smart person, instead a fool will continue to talk even though millions of facts have already existed. It is as easy as twisting a word.

"Why do you see me like that? Do your job, don't be lazy!" His screams gave a wry smile. Widya repeated her words by taking a broom.

Sunday, the right time to clean the house because both are off. Widya has never cleaned up the house. This time, he felt the pleasure of sweeping directly, until the sweat came out of his skin.

An hour passed so quickly. Fadly sat on the sofa gulping down some drinking water. When chatting he seemed to hide his fatigue. His face and words are not in harmony.

"Ah. I feel a little burdening you."

"Why are you suddenly talking?"

"Just think. Although I've said not to think but still, always think."

"We rarely go out, how about we play around? If so, change it immediately.."

Widya got out of the chair where she was sitting before Fadly refined her words. She came back after a few minutes, the outfit looked like the girl Fadly had seen a few years ago. Adicolored face charming, make his eyes glued.

Widya brought an umbrella. The men behind him wore masks, hats and glasses. Like criminals hiding their identities. Sometimes when Widya takes a breath, getting her appearance outside the house is very suspicious.

"Why are you carrying an umbrella?" He saw two umbrellas in his hand. "Today I don't think there will be any rain" he continued.

"Yes it's okay. Can't it?"

Fadly raised his face to look at the sky before speaking, "My intention is to compare girls in our country and foreign countries. But, yes, it is. Comparing people of different environments and cultures results in mistakes."

His teary eyes were similar to giving birth to a feeling of sadness by shedding tears, without the sound of sobbing itself. He lowered his head to find the shadow of others. Aware of that, he actually knew Widya was walking beside him.

Not leaders to lead, nor followers to follow. He became the friend where he spoke. However, his new face and figure did not consider himself a childhood friend.

"We're going to the park by the river, aren't we?" Widya asked tilted her head. "Answer, don't just shut up!" The next is a little urgent.

"Yes, I love that place."

"Oh.. When I go home from school I often really see you there, think about what?"

Widya showed a charming manner. Much to the point of being even more playful, Fadly smiled in response to the girl's poignancy. The school's primadona that many teenagers love goes through its expeditions.

"Again thinking about how the story goes, between me and you."

"Ehh?" Widya gaped for a long time. "Sometimes you say that mercilessly."

This girl's face was red with embarrassment. He drew closer, walking hand in hand toward his destination. The daily chatter is enough to invite a small laugh to come. The relationship between the two is unclear, between dislike and just being friends.

Time passes quite quickly, conversations and feelings of lejarang lost somewhere. The eyes of both of them were fixed on one big tree near the river. The flowers lined up neatly, there was a little child who was cleaning and sweeping the dry leaves.

"Hmm. It seems that he did what I asked for," this man muttered as he watched.

This teenager and girl went downstairs to meet this little boy. Soon Fadly took out a wallet, gave her some money. The boy left with excitement. Fadly now turned to the flowers by the feet, she smiled softly, a comfortable atmosphere was all around them.

"You paid the kid to clean up this place?" Widya's question raised her eyebrows. "When you shouldn't waste it that way." he added somewhat sighing.

"The client you see if this place is beautiful if clean." he said while developing a little lips. He continued, "Can't you?"

"You tease me often.." softly softly gave a slight frown.

Spending time together in the shade of a tree equipped with fragrant fragrant flower scent gives frills in the atmosphere. The two of them looked at each other, but the others would see each other.

Fadly felt the atmosphere was exactly the same when Alya in this place, but when with Widya, he felt more and more.

They did not go straight to the residence. Turning towards the train station, without telling him anything Fadly came in and pulled the girl in. Both of them sat in a narrow place. Like a train full of people, making shortness of breath.

Widya turned to the window before asking the question, "Where are we going?"

"Sorry all of a sudden, I have some business and leaving you home alone worries me a little. Take it easy, I won't do anything to you, all right."

"Well I believe, but tell me our purpose. Where are we really going?"

"You go to my hometown. Kampung Pasir Istana, maybe you should know.."

The journey is still far away. Widya remembers the place, though once she knew their destination would be far away and took three days on the train. Widya does not know the reason Fadly went there, as she remembers it was the place when Adi and himself had a picnic.

"I'm sleepy."

His eyes closed, his eyelids closed slowly. Knowing the trip would take quite a long time Fadly also did the same. Before that, he took the wallet and made sure the money was still there.

Fadly closed his eyes before saying, "We didn't bring any supplies, not even clothes. It seems I'm in a hurry, yes it's a mountain of money that won't be useful to watch."

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"Male is not female!" He shouted while crossing his hands. "Hurry up and see how bad your face is!" The talk attracted the attention of many.

Want to give up when you know the nature of the interlocutor is a good thing. Aware of this, Fadly moved from his seat and rested on both feet, although he looked trembling.

Sometimes people only see from the outside, they never know what other humans are feeling. The man was a strong figure valiant, but they could feel pain and shed tears.

"I should have slept enough" he muttered tightly gripping his grip. Fadly glanced in various directions and sat down, "Nobody wants to give up his chair? Ah, I'm not the one who needs to be prioritized despite having rights and paying too."

"I saw Widya's sleeping face first. She's so pretty, still the same as she used to be, she didn't have any friends. Now being the prima donna of the school is unexpected." he said in his heart.

He developed lips, mesem faced with the imitation of Widya's expression to forget the pain in both legs. But that smile was not enough to treat his pain and drowsiness.