Sweet Pills
Chapters 10. Open Interrogation

Upon arrival at the boarding house, Niki was excited not to play. His feet were pounding, leaving traces of his dirty socks. “Sweet Pills! It’s crazy! It really is!”

He grabbed a chocolate cover book on the top shelf, then opened the pages per page, looking for his writing about the first episode of meeting Si Mas.

“Hah! Even the same month, March!” his finger shivered, “Insane!”

Still shivering, especially when He remembered, there was a firefly cupping on his shoulder, “Where are fireflies in the morning?!” He immediately removed the veil and ruffled the hair.

Instantly silent. His brain this time was spinning around looking for the source of the problem. The hell, the universe did it? Ngawur! “Are you joking? Which angel is laughing now? Laugh, no papa! Sweet Pills can't talk, only you guys have watched me all this time!”

His mind was completely lost, it was terrorized every night, now it was happening in plain sight. Can it be this real?

“Not healed, more crazy existing! Akh!” He almost jumped into the bed, before he managed to realize, his body smelled.

If the bathroom has a shower, the head may be cooler. But, there was only a dipper who poured water manually now. Thankfully, there was the sound of water gurgling in the back river, fortunately. The tired also evaporated. Now, both his spirit and body could be said to be normal.

He picked up the pen and opened the Sweet Pills, looking for a blank page.

Actually exist! Real! Name Wijaya. Either he's the one, or just a coincidence. But, yesterday's incident was too exact if you say coincidence. Fireflies in the morning, I still can't believe it.

Even more frightening, he smiled as I was shocked because he reached out! Exactly Si Mas! Is that really him, really?

Sweet Pills, please. Help me once again, pray for me to stay normal.

...∞...

Friday morning this week, begins a spoiled drizzle from the sky. In addition to the sun, there is a cloud that accompanies Niki to his first meeting with a graphic design instructor.

An old man walked up to the glass door and pulled out a dozen keys until it opened. He led the way up front, followed by fourteen graphic design participants in the back. “His father still nganter his son school. You guys just wait here.”

“Iya, Sir. Thank you.” replied Xabil politely and closed the door when you were gone.

Wijaya immediately took over the AC remote. He set it at twenty-six degrees. After that, he looked at their entire classroom. The location per item, the position of the chair, and of course Niki.

The woman chose a seat at the corner opposite the entrance, near the window. He saw that the seat facing Niki was empty. He immediately put his bag there.

Seeing Niki suddenly rub his arms, he reset the temperature of the room to twenty-nine degrees.

“Jay, down again. Hot.” complained Antony.

“Rain, cold.” sahut Wijaya short as usual.

Antony then glanced at Safira, they giggled with anxiety. Moreover, when Wijaya walked towards his chair facing Niki. Add more worry not because.

The clattering of steps firmly unpretentious from the stairs, his voice getting closer to stopping in front of the classroom glass door. The guy came in, “Sorry, the road was jammed. There is a flood in my child's school area.”

The entire design participant looked seriously at him, a stranger who seemed familiar. Gregor just remembered, this man who had sat with them on the first night of orientation.

“Include, I'm instructor Budi. An IDB graduate, and this is my second time teaching graphic design. My basic actually, multimedia. Well.. eleven twelve is the same design, even more complicated multimedia.”

This introduction sounds trivial in Niki's ears, especially when Mr. Budi emphasizes the word even more complicated multimedia. It looks like a pro. Hopefully it's pro.

“It. Your attendance list must be filled every training.”

Then he opened the back page of the three sheets of paper.

“Antony Michael Balley!” called suddenly. Antony raised his hand slowly. What the hell's going on?

"How many brothers are you?"

"Well?!" niki accidentally. This time not only the design participants were surprised, Mr. Budi also surprised on the wooden table.

Isn't that privacy? It has nothing to do with graphic design.again Niki criticizes Mr. Budi in his mind.

Even so, Antony still answered clearly. "Five, sir."

"Hmm... How many children are you?"

"Father."

"What parents work?"

"It's dead, sir."

Classes that are quiet become quieter. Water rustled on the leaves until it sounded to Niki's ears. He threw his face towards the window. You don't know privacy.

"Oh so. Both of them?" any more?

Antony just nodded at the chair. Oh God, punish him now! "Keep, who are you living with now?"

"I'm costing you, sir."

"Snoothing? Cost of living alone? From what?"

Never mind. Some of the participants began to divert their minds. I don't think this introduction is worth hearing. Niki just sat quietly in her chair, then was bewitched by the cool morning atmosphere. His eyes were suddenly sleepy and he fell asleep.

As he fell asleep, a new participant entered their class. The big tall woman immediately introduced her name and the reason why she did not participate in orientation activities to Pak Budi.

He was interrogated for a long time while standing. "Vanny, just sit next to Sapphira." said Mr. Budi to him.

"We had stopped yes earlier, suddenly to number two. Who was last?"

"Rayhan, Sir. Number 10."

"Okay, then Niki Keita's next."

Barrel patted Niki's shoulder. "Pstf.. Pstf.." Fortunately, Niki woke up. Seeing Niki's pillow face, Mr. Budi then began the interrogation with a little joke.

"Niki Keita's. Ni-Ke's. Climb in... You got the Nike brand?"

Niki who heard his name was made into the mockery, only nodded many times. I want him to let the interrogation end soon.

"This is where you wrote your birthplace in Anoe Itam. Where's this?"

"Have you studied geography?"

Mr. Budi's smile turned wry, "Remember."

"Where is We Island?"

Increasingly annoyed, Niki's question seemed to be testing his knowledge. "There's Aceh."

"Well, I was born there."

"Living talking about Aceh, really complicated. Mama or the father from Aceh?" ask him again with increasing intonation.

"Mama."

"That means the father of a native is here?"

"No, Java."

The look on Mr. Budi's face instantly flat. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. His patience is being tested.

"A long way down here. What street is your house on?"

"On the South River, sir."

This time, I liked the answer. "Oh, yes. Tau I.", before then he peeked back at the address that Niki wrote on the identity data paper. "But how, you wrote your address here Jalan Jaya Wijaya, where is this?"

"That's according to KTP, my domicile is Central Kalimantan."

Have patience Pak Budi, "Which one are you!" snapped he was depressed with Niki's voice. Despite his annoyance, Niki's interrogation is not over.

"What does your father do?" how important is the career of parents of design trainees like us?

"Sail." answered Niki lazily.

"Oh deserved. Fishermen or pirates?" reply him, but Niki does not ignore.

"Give me, dizzy." he's shaking. Niki's interrogation is over.

“Next, Wijaya Bayuaji.” He looked around the room, then turned around.

"I, sir." replied Wijaya.

"Oh, face to face apparently." he again glanced at Niki and Wijaya alternately. "You two are the same?"

And one class with the language, imitating what Mr. Budi just did.

True, the faces of Niki and Wijaya are indeed a little similar.

It's just that Niki is rounder because of her chubby cheeks, and Vijaya is much more tapered with her pointed nose.

Their eyes were both pitch-black and very clear, but Niki's was twice as big as Wijaya's chipmunks-like eyes.

"Stupid!" chirp Mita in the chair.

Basic, Mita. This one match axis is very easy to affect others, one class then unpretentious like a herd of uwak-uwak out of the cage.

"Ehem! Ehem!" Gregor stirred himself in his chair. In fact, there are three parents among the design participants, but if the atmosphere becomes this, it feels like age is just a number. There was nothing adult between them.

Things like this can happen again apparently after graduating High School. Niki did not think.

In response to that, Wijaya spontaneously said "I am mixed as well, Java-Banjar."

Niki then glared, she doesn't mind at all?

Unlike Wijaya, Niki blushed shyly on the chair and hid her face behind the table. He ignored Wijaya's interview and closed his eyes again, in the middle of the classroom which was still noisy.