The Sad Eater of Widia's
Chapter 20 | Fake Officers of the World

Grief Eater, chapter 20

As Widya busies herself, Fadly goes for a walk in the wind by nightfall. He huddled into the flower garden, enjoying the breeze followed by the smell of puspa around and saw various types of natural beauty.

"If there's someone who owns this land, maybe I'll think of marrying his daughter just 'to get this?"

Fadly speaks for herself. Sitting under a shady tree, the falling leaves fall in the breeze that is being enjoyed. Not many men do this kind of activity, Fadly is just one of the few humans in the world.

He likes to put his body resting on a tree trunk, while watching the white clouds in the vast space spread over the earth where the moon, stars, sun, and other planets live. Only this activity calmed his heart.

Pensive because of the problems the Fadly family was used to, although bitter he was used to feeling it. This time something new made him think deeply. A childhood friend returned, he felt that if the relationship was normal, it did not change the facts.

"I was noisy when I saw her, especially yesterday.."

His face reddens like a shy blush, admitting that he had liked it a long time ago Fadly chose the way back. Seeing her as a prima donna, it is surprising not to get a girlfriend or a man more worthy of her.

"It feels so relieved but on the other hand it hurts so much." Fadly sighed before saying, "it would be the worst thing if she knew I liked her."

"Yes, haven't seen you in a long time. What are you daydreaming about, Brother Fadly?" Ask someone.

Fadly felt that catching a familiar voice, the painful memories of the past were heard again. He lowered his gaze finding someone bragging with a sweet smile, as sweet as a lie.

"You ..." Fadly narrowed her eyes.

"Well, I thought you'd be surprised to see me!" Said Wira with a gentle smile. He stood looking down at the person in front of him.

First hearing his name, Fadly thought Wira would be a male disciple or a hero of some kind. Looking at the guards behind him, Fadly was not confused. The man under the tree rested on both feet, a smile was attached.

"You want to play violence, deck?" Fadly's tone of question seemed to be an understatement. He continued, "I think you'd better call them right away."

The hero makes a 'check' sound with his mouth expressing dislike for Fadly's tone of speech to him. He clenched his hands, while his arms were not yet raised, his enemy grabbed his collar while looking at him violently.

"Where did you get my home phone number? Answer me now, if you don't know what I'm gonna do ..."

The men of Wira began to make movements, but their master gestured quietly on the spot with sweat pouring out. Seeing the seriousness of Fadly, he felt that he would die if he really disturbed him directly.

The thin iron bar pulled Fadly back into his pocket and he walked away, after being free, the Hero gasped for breath. He drifted to the side to find Fadly walking, without any vigilance at all.

"You know what I'm gonna say, don't you? So, do it right now!" Wira's command grinned widely as she stared at him.

Fadly's movements on the road were so wary of the four people on his face, he guessed it would be like this. He took the street full of crowds, stopping near the nearest police station by his distance.

"They're reckless.." Inner Fadly. "What am I supposed to do? One or two I can handle, if four tails are over my history."

Suddenly without warning, a truck stopped and several men came out. They're after Fadly who's on the road. Rushing this man was about to run, run to the back he found the men of Wira and found out if he was surrounded.

His mouth was about to scream for help. Nimblely, one of them denied him wearing a cloth patch. His consciousness was lost within seconds and was carried away by them.

"Huhhhhhhhh ..." With a hunting breath Fadly walked through the alley.

"Based on a high-class criminal, leaving me alone without being tied up, you fool!" His words expressed annoyance. "Well, how about it, I survived. Or maybe deliberately let go of me," said Fadly while smiling blankly.

On the sidewalk of the road, he stopped one of the taxis and drove home in a rental vehicle with a pricey moor. He looked into his wallet, when the money was still complete.

In his heart, this man realized that the behavior of the Hero this time a threat so as not to deal with people like him. Bad memories of the past hurt more than this, Fadly knew that.

"Thank you sir." said Fadly while giving his payment.

He looked at the front yard, the girl was lifting a clothesline and there were also her clothes there. Widya's eyes found Fadly staggering, like a drunken man she was fluttering to her place.

"Why are you kayaking ..." His words stopped as Fadly almost fell down.

"Widya, lead me to the room. Please." The man again said, "Sorry, and thank you."

"A-Ah, yeah okay!" Widya nodded in astonishment.

By holding hands, Widya led him to the bed and put his body to sleep. This girl was confused as to what had happened to her. He unbuttoned his shirt, immediately Widya gasped in shock not to play.

"Blood?!" His eyes widened in shock. He hurriedly returned to the living room, picked up the wound dressing cloth and called the doctor over his phone. A few minutes passed, Widya was about to enter her room and heard her speak for herself.

"Your name is like a hero, but your behavior is like a new delinquent" he said while looking at the phone screen. "Indeed yes, even though parents give the name of the child as expected.it does not change the fact that the environment is wrong to raise it."

From the crack of the door Widya observed him, her face reddened in light of the sweet lie earlier. Even so the annoyance is mixed, because the wound is not due to an accident but deliberate.

"I'll find the culprit" Widya said. His gaze hardened as he said so.

The door opened, she entered into caring for men who were reluctant to be taken care of and constantly refused. Widya was upset because of Fadly's repulsion. Now that he was being savage, his compulsion to do so even though it looked like a domestic quarrel.

"What's this! The fight in bed, is it?"

Both stopped moving. They turned to the window, Fauzan peeking at their quarrel earlier. He goes inside carrying a private doctor of Widya's family, escorted by her for not knowing the way.

"I happen to be here again and this doctor is confused to find this house.."

"God! Who called the doctor here?"

"Me!" answer Widya. Fadly retaliates but Widya interrupts, "be quiet Fadly Adzhilah! You're seriously ill, you strong-ass cycopath!"

The three men in the room gulped, Widya's wrath was evident in this closed room and her anger was purely worried, all thinking the same thing. One person blushed from his shout, making his feelings level up.

The doctor cleared his throat rather loudly, Fauzan and Widya came out of the room leaving the two of them. Receiving the doctor to examine him, this man did not resist and nodded his head, becoming more obedient.

Durja was ashamed to cover her head, until now her mind was also distracted by doctors, though so soon Fadly would recall it. His murkana will appear as when his father holds the hand of his heart.