Sweet Pills
Chapters 15. Future Guarantee

Man is vast, the ocean in a drop of blood. Creatures that are given reason and taste, able to think logically while assessing something subjectively. Two things are needed to master art, a balance between use value and aesthetics.

Perhaps today he prefers a natural science that is certain, concrete in reality, and clearly proven. Unlike the opaque art of its meaning because of different tastes. But that does not mean, natural science lovers hate art.

Like Niki, a pure chemistry student who today is enthusiastic about making his own culinary business logo.

Upon arriving at the boarding house, his hand immediately took out a paper and pencil. He began to draw a curved line into a small circle.

"Said Mr. Budi, the logo must be as simple and authentic as possible" he said in front of the table, repeating the words of Mr. Budi in class.

He thought for a long time and drew. Think again, draw again. Some scribbles covering the design were countless, to the extent that it filled the white paper, and the logo was not finished yet.

It turns out that design is not easy, especially the logo. Between too many ideas and being confused about which one to implement, or too many requirements to make perfect demands. That perfection will be achieved over time. He should have just kept the logo that he designed in class.

But because Mr. Budi continues to comment that the logo is not a logo, but only a packaging design, the spirit of the design immediately faded.

Sometimes, the thing that makes someone stop working is the criticism of others. Their view of our work that is not in accordance with its standards makes us reluctant to continue the work until it is finished. There was a shame that held hands back from drawing, there were millions of hesitants in the head to stop the idea from popping up.

It is true, a designer that makes work to be addressed to consumers, namely aesthetic connoisseurs. Especially if our art is being cast. The clear desire of the client. And this one service relationship is very dependent on the suitability of each other's tastes.

Nikki complained. Even his clients doubt themselves. Tired He was prejudiced, He also pulled over for a moment to the corner of the mattress and took his purple cellphone.

Some notifications appear on the screen. A message from an unknown number he read.

"Hi Niki's. I'm Brian from Automotive. Salkens. Save WA I am." he eyed from the notifications.

His eyeballs were spinning, he refused to open the green chat application that one. He was friendly when he was greeted, still the discomfort arises when faced with this situation. According to him, WA numbers are privacy. And only needed in urgent situations.

The more mature it is, the more reluctant it is to base stale. All chat introductions can he guess the end. Gather together at the cafe on the grounds of strengthening the friendship. "Rice."

A notification appears again. This time it came from a design group. Without thinking for a long time he immediately pressed the message.

"Tomorrow morning asked all design participants for a brief socialization of kemnaker in the room Mr. Dodi, director of work training."

Then Gregor replied to the message, "What are tomorrow's clothes, ma'am?"

Without waiting for long, Marisa's mother replied "Black clothes are like today."

"Akhs! Not cute! Meeting time wearing a kayak clawed cat shirt like this?" Niki grumbled on the bed.

Say hello. Niki was cleaning up the fallen threads that were stuck on her shirt. Hopefully, he will be more presentable and worthy of discussion with important people tomorrow.

The impromptu agenda in the morning kept them in black uniforms again and went to see the director of work training in the meeting room.

They will discuss at length about the world of work and adab as prospective interns. The office they were heading to was in the main building, in a room called camelia.

"Excuse me?" ryan greeted me behind the closed door.

Shortly thereafter, a male voice came from inside the room. The steps follow the sound was getting closer to the door, then the faces of the gentlemen with glasses with a small nametag on his left chest, Dodi Mulyawan.

"Come, please come in. Sit, sit. Our meeting wasn't long, because I was also in a hurry."

Niki sat next to Antony. His eyes looked at the sitting position of the other design participants.

One woman sitting flanked by Wijaya and Xabil made him curious. He didn't show up a few days ago. The last time he saw it was only during the discussion hall for presentations per department, mbak-mbak full make up.

Mr. Dodi opened the screen of his laptop that had been connected to the projector. It features a kemnaker site there.

"So, I wanted to ask first. Who here has created an account on this site?" ask Mr. Dodi.

Wijaya, Gregor, Ryan, and Finn raised their hands. Mr. Dodi then continued.

Like her other friends, Niki stood up and photographed the paper. After that, he sat back down to fill in the data ready to work at the kemnaker.

Twenty minutes passed, they filled in the data longer than Mr. Dodi had expected. Although some obstacles he has helped, still the site can be down instantly. And that, it takes time.

After a few minutes passed, Mr. Dodi invited the participants to have a light conversation about work and future families.

"Skill graphic design is quite high in demand and also the field of work is very broad in the present era. So, you do not feel any loss, because of this training. After one month, you will be interned in several agencies in collaboration with the training office. One of them, there is the provincial service area."

His words of welcome were responded with a simultaneous nod of signs of agreement. It is not a conversation of his name if only one person speaks. He then lured them into an opinion.

"You all want to have a family, right?"

Gregor and Ryan nodded. The two elderly were weathered bujang who never married. They expect high, Mr. Dodi will give his great advice this morning.

"Well, the one who ngobuknya at best must have been stuck in age, right? Gini yes. Today's work is flexible. Not always relying on the state. The design skills you have after this can also make you earn. The key is one, persevere."

That statement is completely true. No participants dispute. However, the look on their faces still partially objected. I don't know, he's too imaginative for some people. Because in fact, civil servants remain the superior profession in the eyes of in-laws.

The one who agreed completely with his words was Niki. Ambis women who like a career that one hundred percent agree.

According to him, having your own business is more guarantee than working under pressure from superiors. At least, He has control over the company that He founded, as it is currently running, his culinary business.

"Here is someone who has an independent business?" ask Mr. Dodi later.

Niki raised her hand. Then, Mr. Dodi was interested to hear his opinion.

"I have a culinary business, sir. It's been two years. Initially only small sales while slowly feeding capital. You see, this culinary must win the name first. It must be admitted to the same buyer. So, don't you dare to have a big store."

"Yes. True that. There is no such thing as a big one. All of this needs process. Slowly mengumpulin modal, later upgraded again. If culinary might be able to add a new menu, right? Ma'am..what was her name?"

"Niki, sir."

"Yes, Niki. But why take graphic design, not gourmet?"

"Udah ever, sir. Now all I need is a promotional skill. Learn to design."

"Well, that's good. Goody. Hopefully good effort. Do you have NPWP?"

"Not yet, sir."

"Clearned soon. Next week, I also invited speakers from the industry to discuss the copyright protection of umkm products. The discussion will be extensive. There are halal certifications, bpom, many more."

Niki's eyes twinkled on the chair. Antony can see Niki's enthusiasm as Ryan once told him during their interview.

His body stood upright even more advanced, adding forward. If possible, he lifted the chair directly in front of Mr. Dodi so that the two of them could discuss four eyes.

High quality socialization activities for Niki. But not for others. After they returned to the classroom, Mr. Budi immediately entered and sat on the throne.

"We're moving classes."

"Well??!!!" some design participants.

"Computers in this room don't have AI, right? Yesterday you guys made a brief design using word all I see."

"Yes, sir." they said compactly.

"Eat him. We're using the computer in the next class. Spec is more powerful for AI to install."

Niki was silent. This time, his reasoning was in a dead state and only his premonition lit up. His brain has stuck the phrase "warning", fear of the new class in question is the same as the dream of the second episode. Computer room.