The Sad Eater of Widia's
Chapter 16 | Widya Brain Freeze | edt

Grief Eater, chapter 16

A lonely night. Ordinary days passed, the change of life Fadly just the arrival of a new figure at home. His place home has been thrown away, although it is uncertain he seemed to find a new home, with the charming girl.

In the sense of being asleep in sleep, the middle room lights are still brightly lit at night. Her hair was dangled like silk thread, she was used to seeing him sleep and rarely did the girl fall asleep in her own room.

"Widya, get up move into that room!"

"Eh. I ...," His words came to a halt by rubbing his eyes. He looked around and realized his place.

The girl yawned while stretching her hands, she stood up to step into the room after looking at the wall clock. Time is almost at midnight. Before Widya leaves, Fadly picks up the book on the table.

"I can borrow the notebook? Mine's out and no shop opens at this hour."

"It's okay."

"Later change, sleep now you still have school tomorrow, right?"

"Good night, Fad."

Fadly did not answer. He looked only at the first page of his notebook, there were numbers and birth dates of the book's owner. For a few minutes he pecked, not long looking into the closet by the window.

"Love, 'do you?"

For a long time his eyes were fixed on the large wooden crate. Giving cheap goods to the rich is not necessarily rejected, everyone can certainly judge how good things are without looking at the price of goods, but it does not apply to all.

***

Widya raised her hand palpated over her head to get something, a flat object curved semicircles to set the front hair. This girl took it off and put it in the palm of her hand.

"Bando?"

Green leaves surround each side, along with blue flower petals from the end of the right side to the left is very neat and beautiful. He was confused as to why there was this thing in his head all of a sudden.

"Do you like it?" Sounds appear from the side. "That's a gift from me, if you don't like to throw it away, happy birthday!" Fadly threw a small smile.

"Eh? You want my birthday."

"Well, that's it, I saw it from the notebook you lent me back then."

"Ahhh. thanks.. Fadly.." the expression of the word was broken in a slow tone. His face was flushed in shame to obtain a gift from a man of his age.

Plus Fadly raised his hand as he was shocked when this man put something in the palm of his hand. An earring was put on by him. Earrings with pearls with green leaves and white flower decoration, very suitable with the bando on the head, very harmonious.

After returning home from the park after parting ways with Alya, the two returned to the residence. Widya rubs her eyes with her hands. He yawns looking tired, Fadly comes carrying a glass of water and keeps it on the table.

"Ah, thanks."

"Together."

Widya tenders on the sofa aims to eliminate fatigue. There was nothing he felt lejar attacking him. The hot steam came out to smithereens, it rose upwards and disappeared from his sight, like a sense of sadness.

Fadly came and offered a warm drink, warming the body that was rained down on water points at that time. He came when despair patted him on the shoulder. His eyes dropped down until their eyes met, his hands also joined to invite hands to the face.

The blood that flowed out suddenly stopped. Widya removes it despite the pain, she receives a helping hand. He rests on both feet with his help.

Widya went into the room. He looked at the mirror for a moment, finding himself like he had a change in appearance. His face was blushing red as an apple, his heart was starting to be noisy as usual.

"You're naughty" he said with a small smile and laid his body on the bed.

***

A teenage boy with cynical eyes and wearing glasses knocked on the door. Widya just watched from the window, she felt uncomfortable towards the arrival of the teenager. But the door was getting louder.

"Fame! It's me, open the door."

"A little while, I'll open it!" Shouted Widya from inside the room. "Wait, I'll open it!" And then disappeared from the window.

Zaky glanced at the window of time hearing his voice where he was. After tens of seconds the door opened, from the door gap Zaky looked gaping for quite a long time. His eyes focused on the bando and the earrings worn by him.

"You're Fadly's sister?"

"Eh?"

"He didn't say his sister was only 8 or 9. Uh, am I wrong?"

"I'm temennya. Then, who are you?"

"I'm Zaky, Fadly's friend. There's someone?"

Widya nodded slowly, she let him in and immediately went to the kitchen calling his name in a hurry. The man came to see her in the middle room, looking like his eye bags were about to come off.

Like a dead fish, the sight that Zaky saw from his friend was as bad as looking at the pale face of a zombie. He sat in front of the glasses teenager while yawning.

"What are they talking about while whispering?" Inner Widya questioned the chatter of the two of them. "Yes, it's none of my business anyway .." he said rather slowly as if distracted at something.

"Why am I jealous of Zaky? After all, it's just the tea... Hump!" Reveal it while pouting. He stepped towards the back, suddenly both of his legs stopped moving.

Widya looked down at her legs before saying, "why did I say I was jealous? Though ..."

Again and again. His heart skipped a beat beyond the nervous moments of speaking in front of the class, he looked back. The man walked towards her with a cup of glass. Soon after, Widya felt her brain freeze when the two of their neutrals met.

Fadly moved the glass to her left hand, one of her hands stroking Widya's hair as she passed by as her concern for the girl disappeared. Smoke rushed out from the head of the girl who was blushing red, billowing similar to cooking water in a pot.

"Please get a little bit of a buzzer!" He throws a cell phone at the head of the other person. "Don't caress my hair and suddenly le." she said.

The pot had spilled water because it had been heated for too long, the stove was burned. Boil until it comes out. Fadly immediately sprawled after getting a baseball bat with a mobile ball.

Widya approached him with a full face reddened, he put his head to sleep on both thighs and watched him closely. The distance between the two faces is only one inch.

"Be at heart, you're so noisy!" Widya's curse on her internal organs. "J-Don't let your lust rule, after all, why would I even say 'lust' by itself, anyway!" The inner girl is in the heart.

Behind him Zaky stared in silence, the video recorder on his phone screen lit up with the camera pointing to both. Right on his face was a happy, evil expression, as if saying, 'Could you be Fadly!' along with his thin grin.

Widya's face seemed to be glorifying the morning sun, he railed to the face of Fadly penaka who was planning something. The world in his eyes was now all human beings were genocide, other than the two of them.

"Well, what should I do?" Widya bit her lips before continuing, "ah. I don't know what else to do!"