Sweet Pills
Chapters 13. New Uniform

After lunch, they immediately went to the mosque to perform dhuhur worship. The road is together, but not together. The men walk first in front, while the women follow behind.

And as usual, Wijaya put the red shoes in the middle of the mosque stairs. Niki, who had memorized the favorite location of the red guy, immediately put his shoes on the left edge of the mosque stairs, again next door with Safira shoes.

“Niki, game! Who's fast, he can!” Safira immediately ran towards the ablution.

“People should get the pink flower!” Niki's left behind.

Location wudhu men and women next door. Only a wall without doors, women can freely peek at the worship of men who are wudu. Of course, Wijaya was the main star.

That handsome guy is really handsome inside out. All participants of graphic design memorized with his habit, which is to go first to leave the class so as not to be peeped at women during the ablution.

But unfortunately, this time he had to abode as soon as possible. Already so, the contents of his mind were still filled with Niki's gray dreams.

Not yet finished the discussion of the mysterious dream, suddenly Mother Marissa came in the middle of the discussion, bringing three large crackles containing black, purple, and yellow cloth to the classroom. Something they will try after the dhuhur prayer.

...∞...

"There's nothing to negligently do, nih!" chirp Abigail from her seat, to the right of Wijaya. His taunts had just crept straight into Niki's ear opening one XXL-sized yellow hem.

"The scarecrow? Ahahaha!!" he continued, it was intentional because it was so funny Niki's irritated expression, which seemed unrequited by the rest of the available uniforms.

"Ugh..." Niki immediately sulked back to her desk.

However, one step away from the table, Wijaya deliberately confronted him. Right in front of the chair he was going to sit in.

His right hand rests on his body. His left hand into his pants pocket. A sharp gaze intimidated - not - rather, provoked Niki to get even more upset.

The curiosity was unstoppable again. He wanted to guess, was it true that his twin flames had been a dwarf girl who was looking at him with a annoying look?

“I just don't nyampe.” chirps are relaxed, spontaneous, and sarcastic.

“You should know I'm a dwarf?!” niki's sahut on the spot.

“Cilin, sin-"

“Diem lu mannequin!"

Wijaya's eyes slightly widened in disbelief. For the first time, a nickname managed to irritate him. Come to think of it, the nickname mannequin does suit him. Tall, white, and not much to say.

"If you want, I can help you with your uniform" Wijaya immediately returned and unzipped the front bag. His hands are looking for something.

But Niki doesn't care. He immediately folded his hands on the table and hid his face.

Suddenly, a hand touched Niki's left and right shoulders. A cloth meter is pulled from end to end.

"Ngapain just now?!" Niki's surprised.

"You want to be criticized, you have to measure first. Diem." replied Wijaya while pulling Niki's sleeves to stand up.

"Oh, who would agree. Mending us tukeran uniforms. You took XL, right, here's tuker sam-"

"Silent. Don't move much."

Inevitably, Niki silently stared, turning his back on Wijaya, letting the cold man measure the length of his arm after he finished measuring his shoulders.

Then suddenly, Wijaya wrapped her hands around Niki's waist. Spontaneous, the noisy minion is uncomfortable as it is.

"Aagrand! Don't!"

"Sit's quiet."

"No usa-" already, Niki can only resign.

Vijaya is too domineering, he does not dare to dwell.

"Turn the body."

"Other now?!"

"Measuring the circumference of the chest." without thinking, Wijaya forgot that he was dealing with Niki. A mysterious woman who has recently filled her head. Supposedly, his help was not in vain if only he was more careful in speaking.

"NO!!" Niki immediately stomped on his feet and went out of the classroom.

You idiot! Wijaya is upset not playing. Failing was his attempt to pull Niki closer.

...∞...

Uniforms are divided there are three types, one black shirt that fits the size of Niki, one purple long-sleeved shirt that one number is larger than Niki's body, and another yellow uniform that is three times larger than her tiny body.

Now, his yellow uniform has been entrusted to Sapphira to be sewn by his mother, and will be brought tomorrow Tuesday.

“Black uniform shirt right?” safira asked them all in the parking lot.

“He-em.” Reply Barrel potluck.

“Laras, humpang ngeringin yak. The fear is not dry if the night breeze doesang.” said Niki asked for help before the motor was turned on.

"Who could be holy?" ask Mita.

“Seturns anyway. One sheet doang make tomorrow.”

"Yes. To my place. Later I share loc, yes." replied Laras kindly.

“Cih.” again Safira upset. And again, Ryan saw it.

“Hahaha, Patient Cow’i. One-one.”

“What is one-on-one?! Obviously it's called PI LIH KA SIH!”

While turning on his motorbike, Laras saw Wijaya walking towards his red ducati motorbike which happened to be again, parked next to Niki's red beat.

"I'm back first."

"I go first, bye!"

"Be careful."

Niki was aware, remaining He and Vijaya there. His mind went back was was "Why not go home?"

"Where to go home, it's not to move around."

"The road on your right is wide, not narrow like your eyes. No need to beat me all, times!"

"Dzulfikar again gout."

Niki was astonished. Who is Dzulfikar?

Wijaya realized that Niki's forehead immediately shriveled. He pointed at his motor with eye signals.

Turns out, Dzulfikar is his red ducati!

...∞...

The branches of the trees waving slowly blown by the wind. Niki drove at a normal speed towards home. Along the way, the red ducati bike was right in front of him. Wanted to overtake, but his bad mind said no.

Isn't Dzulfikar going to get heavier if it's driving slow?

So stupefied, he was aghast on the motorbike as he crossed the road with a large hole that should be visible to his glasses.

Wijaya had seen from the rearview mirror. He also slowed down, as if waiting next to Niki.

And their motors are now together. "Check your motorcycle tires!" shouted Wijaya.

The wind that hit the trip home slightly disturbed the hearing of the two of them who were unpretentious on the road.

"Why?!" ask Niki back.

Then Wijaya signaled to pull over.

"Why?" Niki opened the glass of her helmet.

"It looks like a nail. Look tuh!"

And true. The wind gushed out. There was a big nail piercing his motorcycle tire and now, he had to stop at the nearest workshop, of course Wijaya accompanied him.

"Bang, please patch the tires." Wijaya soon found a tire patcher in the workshop.

Niki just stood still, confused to position himself between the pails of oil and the keys of an abandoned Britain.

"here." exclaimed Wijaya.

He patted the nearest empty chair, and Niki immediately sat sweetly next to him.

"I want to go home fast. Wanna wash the uniform before tomorrow's dipake."

"Ngapain washed everything?"

"Yes, new clothes must be washed before they are made. I don't know what it was before, right."

"Not to be washed. Put it on directly. Saturday or the new week wash everything at once."

Unfortunately, Wijaya's suggestion was not heeded by Niki. He whistled loudly to go home and wash his new uniform, especially the black one.

"I want to go home. That's a patch still long?"

Wijaya was overwhelmed, "Yes, I'm already, kuanter."

“Neventless. I'm calling ojek online. You keep me until I'm picked up.”

“Udah. No papa. Anyway, our house is in the direction of.”

Niki's surprised. Know where?

Wijaya also moved and spoke briefly to the workshop brother. "Tomorrow your bike can already be taken" he told Niki, and responded with a brief nod.

“Way?” Niki mumbled slowly.

Dzulfikar was still waiting for Niki to take his back. The confused girl had to raise her legs which was first, remembering, She had never ridden a big motorbike in her entire life.

"Why again?" asked Wijaya who was getting upset waiting.

"I've never been on a ginian motorbike."

Hearing that, spontaneously Wijaya's head looked back.

"Tomorrow I'll rent Alpard. Now get on this first. You're gonna go home soon, right?"

Just putting his left foot on the left foot, he had given up, "Such high, anyway!"

"Ham's short. Can not? Need help?"

"No need!"

The trip home on Monday afternoon, decorated with pink sky met with orange. Perhaps, the apology from Vijaya has not been spoken yet but, Niki really enjoyed himself freely buffeted by the wind in the back seat of Dzulfikar.

One step closer.