The Sad Eater of Widia's
Chapter 21 | The Wound Sickens Me

Grief Eater, chapter 21

The doctor left after examining Fadli's body condition, which was just exhausted, injuries to his chest as a result of a glass scratch or sharp object. He had already received treatment and only needed to rest for a few days.

Gaining flashbacks about memories that are hard to relinquish, one of his many hate list things. This time, Widya watches Fadli fight pain. He was so strong, on the other hand fragile like a flower.

"My fight against wounds doesn't stay forever. Surrender will only make him stay forever, I want him to leave even though I know I will need him, I'm so selfish when the message of fate is written."

Fadli's sentence this time seemed to lament something about it until Widya saw scarcity, the man wiped his tears. His scar was covered by a sweet mesem, laughing at himself and the beautiful girl behind the door watching him enjoy the pain.

He observed all his behavior, glancing at him as his chest was noisy. A pure smile is not yet known Widya in the original durja, capturing the moment she wanted as a new ideal in her life sort of flowed memory with her.

Widya went in and asked, "You like to see the beautiful night sky like now?"

"Yes, that's it." Fadly turned to the source of the question and asked back, "do you like watching me get sick like now?"

"Thank you for asking back. Just think carefully before saying .." whispered near the earlobe of the interlocutor. Sensing the great damage Fadly turned his gaze away.

Contrary to what the man who was lying down expected, Widya even more bold to him as if teasing him. He took a deep breath while looking at Widya sitting beside him, that smile still maintained.

"Smile yourself. What's up?" His eyes let out a small laugh. Every minute Fadli protested his activities, looking for reasons to deny the fact that his facial expression had been revealed earlier.

"No, you're funny when you're confused!" the answer is cheerful and happy.

After throwing his face away, Fadli stared at the palm with a considerable duration. He had not learned anything from his pain this time, though he knew there would be some benefit later. Fadli felt now, because of Widya, he could not find where the wisdom was staying.

The girl by his side did not release the smile at all to leave. He seemed happy about something, his focus was on one person. This girl is so charming, Fadli thought as he looked at her up close.

Fadli pulled out the blanket and said, "Pain is the best teacher, after teaching and the student understood he was leaving soon.."

"What if the student doesn't understand?"

"..." - ".Fadli kept silent before opening his mouth saying, "Teacher will force us with reality to understand, if he knows us very well even though we often hate him he will still push us all along."

Widya quite understood what she was trying to convey. The black haired woman moved out, from the door she said some warm words to the opposite sex. So that Fadli brings feelings when he ignores.

"Good night.. Fadli-ku sweetie.."

"You're revenge because I seduced you, aren't you?"

No response from Widya. The boy just left, the atmosphere around him felt different as if it was warmer than before. It was enough to shift Fadli's thoughts for a while, because at this moment his previous memories were rising in his head.

"My medicine is just you, but you're too expensive for me." he said in his heart. Fadli stroked his chest and said, "it hurts so much to get hit by such sharp objects. Really, the hero is crazy or what? It's so random."

"Cie.." The sound of the voice was caught by Fadli's ear. "Do you seriously not know who gave your father your phone number? It's the same thing as Zaky's phone pickpocket, you know.."

"What do you mean, Zan?" Fadly opened the swinging window and looked out. A friend was sitting under the window.

"I think the hero really-revenge for you, your problem is the same as him what?" Fauzan asked him a question. Like a fool Fadli was ignorant, seeing his movements Fauzan knew that his friend was lying.

Finding answers in bed without doing anything is a form of futility. Imagining everything will be fine, just like taking a drug that can only relieve instead of cure the disease.

"Then, what are you going to do?" Fauzan asked facing with a sharp look. The expectation of an answer from him was very high.

"I don't know." Fadli bit his lips before continuing, "looking for answers and wondering not to get any results. I just want to see her happy."

"You're talking about Widya?"

"You know, I live with a stupid father and an unhealthy mother.Remove will not blind my eyes if it's about my sister."

"That's why, I call you 'sister Teddy' pas smp."

Fadli smiled wryly. His friend left after a short conversation, from the window his attention was drawn again to space. Like smiling with Widya, the smile quickly left her because revealing a fake smile and grieving would not solve the problem.

"Widya .." call him. "What do I have to do to get rid of everything?" The inner question seeps into the heart.

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The lime-green haired girl plucked the flowers in the front yard of Fadli's house, guiltlessly replanting similar flowers from the plant shop. Widya doesn't even understand why she volunteered to help her stupid activities.

"Yes, I don't think..." Widya covered her mouth with her palm.

"Try it first."

"Alright Alya. B-But I wouldn't do it again if he came and found out!"

Alya pulled out the flowers in the front yard. Widya helped him even though he looked heavy-hearted, both of them replaced the Fadli plant with a new one. From a distance it looks the same, but if you look closely the difference is clearly visible.

Inviting her for a picnic is a good idea, Widya thought hearing Alya's invitation. Thinking of a place Fadli wanted a difficulty, other than a flower garden he never wanted to picnic elsewhere. Widya always thinks about it.

"What are you guys doing?" The sound came from behind them. Widya faced back with fear. "A-Anu ..I'm just doing his bidding!" Widya defended herself.

"Forget that. Widya, do you want to massage my head for a moment? My head hurts."

"O-Oh, yeah well with pleasure!"

"I'm Fadli?" Alya pointed at herself.

The response did not come out of his mouth, this man took Widya inside and they sat on the sofa. The first thing she noticed was that Fadli had a nosebleed, blood coming out of her nose, making Widya go to the kitchen before sitting next to him.

Not long after, he returned with the squeezed betel leaves and asked Fadli to close his nostrils with it. This man was reluctant and wanted to use tissue only, but because Widya forced him to do beyond his own ability after being urged by him.

"Later as a thank-you I will help you clean your things." he said.

"Huh?" Widya stopped the hand movement. He only gaped wide for tens of seconds, as shocked as Fadli said just now.