The Sad Eater of Widia's
Chapter 14 | Blooming Flowers Together | edt

Grief Eaters, chapter 14

Even though humans must experience the process of growing, where they grow will shape their stature and how they are seen by society. Some will grow before the time should be, some are late to grow, like flowers.

Flowers do not grow at the same time even if the seeds are planted at the same time. Learning something from growing plants, this man really knows about flowers that have not bloomed like his friends, and grow as the most beautiful flowers. There are flowers that die before they bloom.

"Yes came again" he said, taking them to the porch. "Next time bring your girlfriends and introduce me.."

"Fad, you're making a lot of fuss.." Zaky answered his words. He confirmed the glasses while serving his friend's words.

Fauzan smiled wryly. He and one of the men boarded the car, while Zaky and Fadly were arguing over the sound of the car engine being caught hearing. The teenage boy in glasses got into the car.

"Repot the vehicle," Inner Fadly obtained this four-wheeled vehicle. Fulfill his yard. "Yes if stored outside the house afraid of someone to take, besides the most recent times his IQ is all high." he continued.

He returned to the living room, finding a quiet place that was very spacious even though it was just a simple little house. Fadly stared at the table where the laptop was still charging. The torment of boredom continues to approach, every Widya or her friend is not there.

The first thing that rose in his mind when acquiring the atmosphere of the room was only family, not because of the guilt of leaving, but only for his little sister.

"I didn't come back for those two humans, just my brother.." he said slowly. "Am I being disobedient, what's my fault for both of them being like that?"

Almost told everything to the girl he had liked for a long time, moved to a distant place and dropped out of school. For the sake of his dream even though it had been achieved little by little. He knew and felt all achievements empty, without the caress of the hands of parents.

Seeing the Hero has bloomed since Elementary School should not have been, Fadly saw the boy was appointed his father and the opposite of the situation he was experiencing. His father raised his hand very easily. He tasted bitter food, from the beginning the two seemed to look one eye.

Dad was the one who could lift weights on both shoulders, not raise one leg on the table while drinking coffee. His words to the child were gallant, Fadly felt his father was not a human, only a burden on the family.

"However, I don't forget that if I have my own blood, maybe in the future my son will kill me. Well, even if I was possessed by a demon my father would surely have such an event.." his inner self inwardly smiled.

"Ah, come on Fadly, it's time to find entertainment on social media maybe there's something to cheer me up.."

He sat on the sofa with his smart phone, his hand sliding the screen looking for interesting things. A few minutes later, a notification appeared. The post from Widya appeared on the veranda, her eyes widening in shock aware of one human.

"Lord.."

Every time I hear or read that name. Which in his mind was only a hero or officer, even so Fadly endlessly grabbed hair as if annoyed. He slammed the phone on the floor until it broke with overflowing anger.

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"I'm home!" Widya opened the door. "Listen to Fad! I have some news." he weakened when he saw the man purge the blood on his hands.

"What's wrong? Why you!" His words rushed up to him throwing groceries at the door. He was really surprised.

His injured hand was covered in blood. As a result the liquid was on the floor, similar to the incision of the wound knife as if it would drain his blood. This girl asked what happened, but this man locked his skin tightly reluctant to talk.

After wrapping Widya's hand, she breathed a sigh of relief because it was over. He took his groceries and sat by his side. Fadly let out a smile born of disappointment, he soon tendered to Widya, leaving her in shock.

"The reason I helped you probably just wanted you to like me.."

"Getting the attention of a girl is pleasing, her reason for getting the attention of the idol."

"Why do you have a problem, to be honest! I know you're pulling hair again, right?"

"There are flowers that want to wilt and die before they bloom" he said as he got off the sofa. He made Widya's lap as a pillow made her shocked, her attitude was very random when the heartache.

Widya red blushing. Embarrassed, he grabbed Fadly's hair and gently stroked her. For half an hour of silence. Television became a source of background sound, the two teenagers are now sitting with each other.

"It's not really good."

"not good? That means how, Fad."

"A girl and a man in a room like this, even the worst of each other.

"It's okay, as long as you know I trust you so much, let alone already know the consequences of my assortment."

Fadly stared at his face for a moment without being noticed by him. As Widya tugged at something in her bag, the thing she wanted seemed to get caught up in something. It took a few minutes to get out. He gave Fadly a piece of paper.

This man received the paper and read it. Digesting this writing Fadly can only smile blankly, he knows if Widya's parents are still sane to not leave her child. They keep transferring money to him every month, Fadly looks relieved.

"Now, I won't trouble you anymore Fad!" A happy smile was also present.

"So you want to find somewhere else to stay? I think the money they're given will be enough."

"No, I just want to stay here without paying you. I've known for a long time that my existence is just a burden, so this time.." Widya uttered her sentence while looking down embarrassed.

Widya did not continue the speech at all. He realized that his mouth refused to utter words, his heart was reluctant to express his feelings as well as his thoughts. This girl defies to her brain making new words.

On the table was Fadly's phone, Widya saw him grab the object and showed the phone screen. He asks who the person in the picture is, ignoring Widya's question as to why the screen broke.

Widya replied, "He's a student who moved to my class, because he didn't feel at home in his class and moved."

After a while Fadly was upright resting on both feet, he looked with a sharp and cynical look. As if looking down. He did not leave for long, without looking back even though Widya was about to catch up.

"You can stay here no problem. Unless you bring him here, I'll go. You should be able to survive without my help, right?"

"Fadly ...," he said weakly. Widya looked to the side with the sound of a knock on the door entering her eardrum, Widya got up from the chair and found Fauzan standing in front of the door. With a puzzled expression he looked at Widya.

"Is Fadly there?"

"He seems to need time for himself, what's the matter? If I can, I'll tell you later."

Fauzan. He brought back something in a plastic bag, after leaving just stepping on the yard. On the front yard of the residence there are withered flowers and a little healthy flowers, like the owner, the plants are also not okay.