Sweet Pills
Chapters 17. The Money Almost Lost

The sound of crickets accompanied Wijaya's night in her room alone. The blue book that He had finished again was opened. Each chapter he read at a glance, again, just to make sure no stages were left behind.

He read the yellow-stabilized sentence from beginning to end.

"Step one, calm down. The impact increases the five-sensitivity."

"Stage two, prayer in a third of the night. Impact a direct clue through the dream to your twin flame."

"Then, the third stage repeats the previous stage regularly. Your personality is much more sensitive with just eye language, it is useful to find the twin flame."

"Fourth, step on a fallen leaf by accident."

Before he finally continued reading again, he grimaced to remember the absurdity first. "Well, of all the stages, this one is the least I can understand. I'm crazy, I'm just dying leaves to be stepped on."

"Perhaps, because I accidentally found it before, and the only unintentional leaf that fit right in front of the interview building. Hmm, it makes sense."

Niki's guy, right? The blurry storytelling that passed that time was indeed Niki! There's a blue-clothed girl and her face looks like mine. If he was dreaming about me, why not say it straight away, right away?

Huh...how does he want to tell a story?

"Fifth, calm the mind to explore the dream realm."

Also true! Strange dreams have been coming into my head since the job interview. I can't understand at all, about fireflies in the morning...

But it really happened!

"Akhs! Since when do I believe in this old school book?" he then forcefully closed the blue book.

The more He thinks, the more he dizzy himself. He had forgotten that all he needed to do now was stage number six, guessing the person without hesitation. If true, then that person will dream again about him.

The clue that came to Niki's dream last time was the result of Vijaya's guess that was fully convinced that Niki was the person.

These two people really need to talk to each other.

The morning sun on Thursday is brighter than Wednesday. Similarly, with the training uniform worn by Niki, today is the show schedule of the yellow uniform.

In fact, Sapphira has reduced its size so that it is not too big, but the shirt will be more damaged if the size is changed smaller. Yes, the point is, his mother has no time to make the whole Niki shirt.

The money in his wallet was ten thousand. Before leaving for the training office, Niki stopped by for a while to the nearest branch atm.

Time had shown at eight in the morning, but from the information of the design group he read, there were no humans there at all. Great, they were compact to come late.

He inserts a card and presses a secret pin, which is definitely not his date of birth. Long enough he stood waiting for the atm to process his withdrawal, but damn it, no money came out, ran out.

Today, aggravation also appears at the beginning of the day, such as Tuesday and Wednesday. He continued his journey to the training office with a sulking look like yesterday. And for the first time, there was no bike other than his red bike there.

"What is the national holiday today?!" gerrutu annoyed.

His legs were lazily breezing up the stairs to the new classroom. He then put his bag on the front desk, facing the AC.

"Bored... No handles, clothes, akh! It sucks!"

His phone shook, a bank notification appeared above the purple hape screen. Niki was surprised, there was a history of withdrawals and the balance was now reduced drastically! His eyes glared in disbelief, atm had not taken out any piece of paper!

Badmoods. Money disappeared!

He immediately took his bag out of the class in a hurry. This morning all the unpleasant things for Niki. His frustration peaked, especially money matters are very sensitive

When going to open the glass door, a hand also pulled the door from the opposite direction, Vijaya in front of his eyes.

Of the many participants who have not come, why should Wijaya?

"Where are you? Why rush?"

"My money's gone!"

"Well! How can? Have you reported to the bank security?"

Again, Wijaya said something surprising. Niki said nothing about the bank, it could be money lost on the way, or when borrowed friends, or arisan.

This psychic man momentarily calmed Niki on the spot. His mind reconstituted what He would do in the branch office of the bank to which He would go.

"Not yet, it's going there."

"Related, can you do it yourself? Your savings book don't forget to take."

Ah, right too. Thanks, Jay. Niki nodded in response to Wijaya. He immediately stepped away.

"Wait!"

Niki turned his head, the man, will he do it again today? Please, don't make her emotions worse, now is not the time!

"Let's come back here again, right?"

What did he say just now? He waited?

Niki nodded again, this time nodding more slowly, even his emotions instantly subsided, just gone.

Niki is still in custody.

Restore your consciousness, Niki! Remember, money is everything! That handsome guy is just a trap, otherwise you take care of it soon, your money will be completely wiped out!

His consciousness returned, as did his mood. He smiled at the motorbike parked next to the red ducati.

Instead of rushing to the bank, he rode a motorcycle full of caution. He even relented to another rider who hurriedly drove his son to school!

The sun was warm for him. He also arrived in front of the branch bank and met the security guard cheerfully.

"Excuse me, sir!" sapanya friendly.

The security guard who wanted to sip a cup of coffee turned his head. A cheerful teenager called him with the warmest greeting he received.

The security guard also returned Niki's greeting with a pleasant speech as well.

"Yes deck, what's up?"

"I would like to report that today I made a withdrawal at the far right atm there. But the money didn't come out. Worse yet, my balance is reduced. I don't accept."

"Well, all right deck. Just a minute, yeah. I reported the problem first."

"Good, sir!"

Their conversation is like filming your bank transaction ads with the best customers who will get a discounted interest bonus.

Niki stood near the entrance, dressed in yellow clothes, and warm smiles to all corners of the waiting room residents.

In fact, the fingers of the bank teller there also stopped for a moment when calculating the amount of money deposited by the customer, so entertained by the face of Niki like a statue of a store cat waving in front of the glass.

"Sir, this. There's a call from the center. Adek can use this phone first to report directly."

Niki received a small black phone. There was a voice calling his name from across the street. He then explained the details of his withdrawal history. Then, I was asked to wait a while.

"I'll wait here to get out, sir"

"Oh yes, in a hurry. Later there will be a notification to the e-banking application adek. Check in about 10 minutes."

"Well, hurry too. Thank you very much sir! Have a nice day!"

"Hep e nais dei too!"

That was the sweet Thursday that Niki passed by. It might be as cloudy as yesterday. However, meeting Wijaya makes a significant difference.

Despite being just a 'why', Niki's hidden cheer returns to the surface. Because of the small treatment from Wijaya, his affairs with the bank became smooth.

Nirmana. Repeated patterns, an abstract that still repeatedly presses some people to complete their tasks immediately. Stucks. There are five people who have not started anything.

Marzuki can be understood if it is not finished, the work is only pansos since yesterday.

Niki, this science kid is like plunging into the ocean without a buoy. He doesn't understand anything about art.

Mita has made the concept, but her hands are difficult to work with. Drawing is indeed that difficult, it is not enough just to watch the tutorial.

Sicily, the full make up is called Sicily. He just showed himself today, he said drawing is his passion. Perhaps, three more minutes of his non-humanity could be gathered.

And one person who surprised them most, even though his hands were very light drawing the design of the evening dress, Wijaya.

How many times he drew a line, then removed. Pictures again, deleted again. So continues. Abigail and Ryan repeatedly patted her on the shoulder and said, "Gee, nothing is perfect. Your idea was good, just continue to let me finish."

But, his wide, super-sensitive ears were like being gagged with perfection. The words of the two men did not work. He and Niki are like two people who are in a race to create the most perfect art. Their backs were facing, Niki was far away on the left, Vijaya was far opposite, on the right.

Intrigued by the images of Niki, Ryan and Abigail then approach him. After they saw, the two threw eyes at each other. The secret code was executed, as soon as they returned to Wijaya's place, their eyes grew even more glaring.

"Can't it be the same?" that's their eye language.

These two people paced around tirelessly. Constantly comparing Niki and Vijaya's nirmana unintentionally, the same.

A neatly arranged hexagon crystal filled the A4 paper.

Antony suddenly approached Wijaya.

"Lha, how is it like mine?"

Hearing that Wijaya immediately erased and repeated again. The two men saw Antony's nirmana on a wooden table. Right, how could these three people be as thoughtful?!

The difference is, Anton uses three colors, Wijaya applies the concept of dark light, while Niki who has a smooth and thin touch, giving the impression of his nirmana like an optical illusion. Anyone who saw him immediately dizzy! Like staring at an acid-base formula!

"It's over!" yelled Niki and Wijaya together. Wijaya looked back, while Niki remained silent on the spot.

He heard footsteps approaching to the wooden table behind him, his foreboding sure to say that the move belonged to Vijaya.

Spontaneously his hand flipped the A4 paper, covering his nirmana so that no negative comments he heard.

Hah, again He avoided.