The Sad Eater of Widia's
Chapter 22 | Suratan 'tuk Fadli

Grief Eater, chapter 22

"What the hell am I doing? Why ..." the sentence stopped. He read the letter on his palm along with a puzzled expression.

Old paper sheets piled up and the results of bad writing were thrown away a lot, red-eyed man with disheveled hair sorted out the entire book in front of him. He separates his things that are not worth using, then he will throw them away.

The sound of knocking on the door broke the focus of his attention on the books, after resting on both feet he moved towards the front door. Before opening the door Fadli checked from the window, found the postman.

Fadli pulled the doorknob and said, "yes sir. Is there a letter for me?"

"Ah, yes briefly .." This man searched the contents of his bag trying to find something and gave an envelope while saying, "letter from the same sender. As usual, though a little late."

Receiving the cover letter from the postman, Fadli realized that this writing was from his pen friend. Closing the mail door is not yet gone. He looked at Fadli's face, this confused teenager, not long ago he moved so he did not know what to say.

"Don't stay up too much, your eyes are so red." introductory letter after saying the command as well as his advice.

Waiting for a letter from 2 weeks ago was really frustrating for him, with Fadli slowly opening the letter and reading the contents on the spot. Sometimes a smile appears when you understand every word in the letter, sometimes confusion greets you.

Fadli raised an eyebrow after wondering, "he asked for contact via SMS. Why?"

Doubtful about adding a stranger's contact to her cell phone, the teenager published a memory. Continuing to be in confinement that safe play will not always be profitable, because courage that is not excessive is still needed.

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At 6 p.m., Fadli deflected the eye's attention on Widya who went to the stall near the house. From a distance he seemed to have trouble buying things, the mothers urged them first and others were reluctant to give up.

Teenagers mess up and say, "There are no discounts there, why are they so enthusiastic? Weird."

Expressive laughter without a voice indicates pleasure, joy, and liking. Fadli now wears it in a different way. Her lips slightly expanded, but nothing more reflected her 'feel' happy heart.

If this were the last day, then no one would have described his diary and the epic story of tomorrow completely without continuity. A slump always patted every human, Fadli felt a lot worse than him.

"There are many people worse off than me. But, why does every remembering it feel so .. piss me off."

Fadli got down from his soft bed, to the front of the study table and pulled the desk drawer. Take something out of the little box on the table and hurt it. Afterwards Fadli was pensive, while his mind drifted everywhere, the sound of knocking on the door broke his reflection.

"I didn't lock the door."

Widya came in through the door. He found a teenager sitting with a pile of books in front of his face, this girl sitting next to him and giving him a bottle of lemon soda. Receiving the title, Fadli put his hand into the pocket on the pants.

"It's okay, I pay!" The girl by his side gave a smile. "Don't change," he added, continuing to attach his views.

Fadli took out a hand. When pulled out, there appear to be scratches due to sharp objects injuring his fingers. Quickly Fadli rubbed the tissue on his desk, as long as Widya was not aware that he was injured.

"What are you doing?"

Widia breathes air when breathing. This girl looked at the window, Fadli's cotton mattress and her foam mattress were much different. Widya squeezed Fadli's cheek with her fingertips, asking permission to do something.

Seven hours passed, and,

Fadli squinted. He silenced his own mouth, his steps slow and slow wanting not to wake someone up. His left hand meant to slowly open the door, when he pulled the doorknob he heard Widia.

"Fadli.you are very funny .." he said while resting the body and consciousness. Even his saliva was still flowing.

Almost every night Widia delirious or said unconsciously at bedtime, when she said words in a state of inactivity she liked to wander the pillow in her arms. Now, Fadli saw that his pillow contained wet liquid in the girl's saliva.

Slowly Fadli went out into the middle room, the wall clock was found with three needles pointing towards the upper middle. At midnight, Fadli went out alone sitting in a desert resting on a tree trunk, observing the vast space where the stars adorned the night sky blind.

Fadli felt that he would surrender, he was reluctant to look back to remember how far he had strived to get to this point. Just because today ran aground, he thought he would lay off his epic warita for tomorrow and beyond, despite knowing it was a pure embodiment of ignorance.

This man came out, the nights in the courtyard under the protection of the tree, the tub of unsheathed swords he took out a sharp thin iron blade that sprang from his trouser pocket. He hunted for breath, his pupils shrinking in tandem with trembling hands grasping the thing.

Suddenly without warning, a ting sound emerged from the phone in the pouch on the front chest of his shirt. Fadli took a deep breath. He picked up his phone, saw there were dozens of messages from the same sender.

"Firani?" this man called the name of the sender of the message slowly as if he did not sound. He checked the messages, found dozens of undownloaded voice notes on his device.

"Why do women like to use voice notes?" Fadli Gumam. He looked at several voice messages lasting more than 30 seconds lined up along the edge of his phone screen.

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Widia breathes air. He opened the two blinds, found a pillow circled in both hands. This girl is aware if she hugs Fadli's pillow for several hours to fall asleep, although she intends to just fall.

"I'm kebablasan!" Reveal it inwardly. "Ah, just a lupain! Now where's Fadli?" Ask yourself while looking around.

Descending from Fadli's bed, Widia walked towards the door but stopped near the table with tissue marks strewn across the table. After turning on the lamp she saw blood spots, Widia immediately focused her attention, she immediately knew when she saw the blood was dry.

"Is it possible for Fadli to rub his hands to remove his blood?" Widya asked herself while cleaning up Fadli's old tissue. While cleaning the table, Widia thought hard to find an awkwardness.

"Wait a minute.His hand is fine before putting it in the bag of pants, I'm sure it is. Why was he suddenly injured when he was about to take money out of his pocket?" His murmur stopped the cleaning activities.

"What is not ..knisau?"

His eyes widened. He rushes to pick up his phone, calls his man but his phone is in the room. Widia left while carrying her phone. This girl searched all over the house, not finding it anywhere.

Widia was wearing shoes and a jacket, she called someone for additional help finding Fadli. The first one he called was Fauzan, most likely if he knew what kind of place he would visit late at night.

He sits on the porch, women seem unable to stop Fadli if his fantasy is real. Moreover, at night many things are not handled, the hope is that only Fadli's friends can come to help find it.