Sweet Pills
Chapters 1. Niki Keita's

Morning light is coming.

Highlight the sun along the lowlands in a small town that runs across the equator.

The beam radiates, spreading across a wide surface to small holes.

There are those who penetrate the hole of the leaves, some penetrate the key hole in the doorknob. Some even make up in a puddle in front of a two-story building, some even try to penetrate the white wall.

Unfortunately, the file did not have the power to break down the wall. It bounced back, scattering rays towards a person in red shoes who stepped firmly towards the building.

Actually, what is it that the universe wants to broadcast this morning?

...∞...

The leaf fell down.

The broad leaves of the catapult have been inedible with age. So yellow, full of spotting, withered, and old. The stalks could no longer bear to rely on the large tree branches in front of the two-story white-walled building.

He chose to fall, then to lay down his life, following the calm currents of the wind, knocking on a glass door.

But unfortunately – accidentally – red shoes stepped on it without pity.

Wassalam´s. Thank you for holding out to the end, old catapult leaves. Your end is the beginning of two strangers who will fill the laughter of the world in the next month.

Between a man in red shoes, with a girl sitting hunched over in the waiting room. Leaned against the thick white walls that were impenetrable to sunlight.

What makes him so indifferent to the sad news of the old catapult leaves in the morning?

...∞...

"Enchanted!” his screams were stirring and hysterical, shocking everyone, including the newly-entered red-shoeed master.

That morning, thankfully none of the interviewers had heart disease. The cynical gaze was enough to curse him without a sound.

This cute girl is enjoying the waiting time while guessing the Taylor Swift song lyrics quiz on youtube. Out of a total of thirty quizzes, he managed to correctly guess twenty-eight lyric fragments, indeed true swifties.

The man in red shoes immediately scoured the first-floor room, looking for a source of noise with his narrow eyes.

Apparently, a girl in navy and glasses was busy glaring at the purple-colored mobile phone that was familiar to him.

”Similar mine.” whispers slowly.

“Hah? What Jay?” his new friend appeared from behind.

“...Neither, forget.”

He shook his head, taking the moment in the second as a mere coincidence.

Even so, his eyes looked at the old girl who was now sitting opposite to him. He remembered it because he was sure that the girl would not pass the interview.

Doesn't He understand?

Formal clothes should be black and white – as he is now wearing – instead of navy clothes.

A very neat white shirt, which shows a line of iron marks and slippery black pants with a belt of color that fits the proportions of the legs of the level.

He then smiled calmly that morning, at least there was one competitor that he thought would fall.

His eyes were now enough to stare at the girl, spreading the spotlight to another corner, to the right. A woman sitting right next to him makes eye contact by accident.

He realized, he was handsome even though some of his face covered the mask.

Everyone stared at him from the beginning, except for the Navy Shirt Girl who was back in his eyes, again.

The room security called out the name of one of the participants waiting in the waiting room.

“Niki Keita.”

The girl swifties up and stands up. The owner of the name immediately moved from the chair and turned off his purple five pro realme phone.

Immediately, he put the object in a black sling bag, then stood up, and stepped.

Not for tuk tuk. He walked fast not in a hurry, but he did, the road was fast.

All the participants spontaneously looked at him cynically, again cursing him in silence just because of the noise of footsteps, except for the Red Shoe Master.

He cleared his throat behind the mask, holding back smiles and laughter due to the cute way of walking off those short legs.

The footsteps of the sound of black shoes with five-inch heels were so loud that they rang out, unfolding the focus of the two people who were getting acquainted from across the entrance.

Not only the sound of the shoes, the appearance was too eye-catching.

She wears her favorite navy midi dress paired with elegant white pants. On the head, there was a light black cloth to cover her hair. Signature appearance of a Niki Keita.

However, for a job training interview, I should be wearing a black and white suit, right?

Two seats for two prospective job trainees. An empty seat on the left is available for Niki.

The other one was filled by a skinny old man who had distracted his focus earlier.

The man looked straight back at the young interviewer, Ibu Yuni his name, one of the employees of the provincial industrial service who is an expert in the field of graphic design.

“Good, I will ask you three questions in this morning's interview. Judging from your answers, it looks like you two really want to master the design, yes.”

A moment, about five seconds.

No one has responded. He then read quickly the resume of Niki and the man next to him, who had not been named. Making Niki curious, making his brain even guess the name of the man.

And no longer focus on the interview sessions that are being faced.

“According to you..” Bu Yuni's sentence succeeded in seizing Niki's focus. He was a little stuck in the chair. Knowing once, the focus is easily diverted. Bu Yuni continued, “This graphic design expertise is as important as what?”

Niki's head spontaneously advanced, his body also moved forward, away from the back of the chair that was quite soft. He was so enthusiastic in answering his question.

“Very important, bu.” He took a few breaths, then adjusted a smile to boost his confidence. ”Because I have a personal business in the culinary field, which is arguably not too big and has no employees, so I need this expertise for logo design, packaging, and social media feeds.”

“Good, if you?” asked Bu Yuni then to the old man in the other seat.

“I want to work list, ma'am. The paint company again opens vacancies, he said, it needs employees who can design catalogs. So, I am interested in attending this training.” he replied calmly, casually, even arguably, there is no spirit.

Niki looked at the man with a cynical look. Contrary to him, this man did not show half of the enthusiasm he had.

Like forced, resigned, ‘if you managed to escape gratitude, if not yes legowo’. Niki's eyes speak, ‘ck’. His habit of appearing again, belittling everyone he thinks deserves to be underestimated. Moreover, that person was his rival.

Niki then glanced at Bu Yuni. The thin smile on the corner of the woman's lips made Niki nervous instantly.

Allegedly wrong. Let's not say his rival's answer was more appropriate. That's the answer I was looking for in this training. It should be for work, not solely for the design of social media feeds.

She's nervous. It felt like a speck of sweat had already dewy in his left temple. The cold room was hot. His head was backward, even his body was bent. He glanced at his rivals then followed his casual style a little.

At this moment he felt that enthusiasm was a sign of immaturity in the world of work, which could have kept him from passing the job training interview at this time.

Perhaps, the man underestimated this interview. But for Niki, all things are opportunities, and opportunities don't come twice.

Every second should be maximal, the best performance should be shown. Because no one knows who the universe will choose as the main character in a live session, which human being gets the spotlight of the morning sun every day.

Unfortunately, that morning Niki instead leaned against the walls of the building that was impenetrable beam of light.

I don't know, he didn't feel like he was going to get through this interview.

“In your opinion, this graphic design is necessary for any field?” the second question is thrown.

Rival Niki suddenly made a sound. He seized all the answers that Niki still thought, making him more nervous and confused about what to answer so as not to expect to imitate. What a sneer, Niki thought.

Finally, the third question from Bu Yuni ended their interview session. “What's it doing now?”

Finishes. That last question was a fatal point for Niki. If honest, most likely he will not qualify because he is still in college last semester. If a lie must be caught, because it is not difficult to read the mimic implied on his face. Everyone easily guessed it, let alone an important person like Bu Yuni.

“I am a final semester student, ma'am. The rest of the thesis.” He chose honestly.

Ms Yuni frowned, “Lho, no problem joining this training? A month, from eight to four in the afternoon. Every monday to friday.”

Resigned, lost already his fighting spirit. “Can only be bu, because there is no lecture anymore.” replied slowly.

Bu Yuni nodded her head, her face seemed to consider Niki's seriousness. Then, he waited for an answer from the other candidate.

Without hesitation, remaining bowed and submissive, He answered with a clear-sounding answer. “I'm unemployed, bu.”

Never mind, unemployment definitely takes precedence over the final grade student, he thought.

Wassalam, his chance to master graphic design skills instantly disappeared that very second.