Sweet Pills
Chapters 2. Mr. Red Shoes
Enchanted. No longer about the noisy troublemaking word twenty minutes ago, but about the reality experienced by the figure of red shoes after being aware of a light daydream.
A strand of foreign events flashed through his mind, coinciding with his foot stepping on an old catapult leaf.
He almost collapsed, unconscious. But Niki's screams managed to resuscitate him.
His eyes looked at the girl in navy clothes. He underestimated Niki at first. Before later waking up, Niki was the only participant who wore navy clothes.
It works? I managed to find him!
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A year ago, a girl experienced a strange occurrence in another world, the subconscious. Niki Keita, he thinks he is insane, smiles and laughs at himself every time Si Mas blooms on one of his sleeping flowers.
A man who blurred the universe apparently. High with broad shoulders. Field chest and neckline, often found him in some triplets dreams.
The man He nicknamed Si Mas was an awkwardness that He realized was full of mystery.
At first he ignored, but suddenly in another dream they met again. With the same pattern, repeat up to three times in certain nights.
And the first dream about the mysterious figure, when he was following a leisurely walk.
Two men were busy fighting to his right in a row. The shorter man asked to switch places with the much taller man in the front row. They swapped, and this tall figure was wearing red shoes.
Niki glanced to the right for a moment. Intrigued by the look, he looked up slowly along the perfect proportion of the man.
Waist smaller than shoulder, chest very field, posture firm, even his shadow alone handsome.
He then continued up to his neck, very level. He continued to look up, long enough to look up because Niki was only as tall as he could.
When it reached the face, suddenly a wisp of smoke blurred its face. Ah, it's almost.
Doesn't stop there, the whistle's blown.
They all started to take a leisurely walk, and Niki was still next to Si Mas.
They were running at ease at the same time. With a compact move, Niki was again curious.
But again, failed. This time, Si Mas's shoelaces came off. Twice, he was disappointed again.
Hoping for Si Mas to reappear, he is struck by a green glowing firefly that accidentally settles on his left shoulder. Before long, the tiny fireflies flew to the shoulder of the man who was running casually in front of Niki.
The Red Shoes! Si Mas showed up again!
Hope is not lost. But still, when He was about to reveal the mysterious face, Si Mas reached out his right hand and said “Tomorrow, together.”
“Again! Dream it again!” He woke up, snapping at the boarding wall in the middle of the morning, at dawn.
...∞...
On a quiet afternoon, Niki went to accompany two of her campus friends – Oxel and Mila – to buy bucket supplies to various stationery stores.
In one of the shops he visited, his eyes accidentally saw a book in thick black roll perched on the face of the store's estate.
The chocolate cover is covered in floral paintings, adorning every corner of the book. The paper is thick without lines, ivory white. It's a simple book, but it leaves Niki unnerved.
“Kak, this book is one.” he said at the cashier.
“Fatty-six thousand, sis.” replied the store cashier. Without complaining, he immediately spent fifty thousand and received four thousand goosebumps.
“You paint, mbak?” oxel's chirping behind him.
Niki shook her head, “No, her book is beautiful aja.”
All bucket needs are complete. They rushed to work on it at the Oxel boarding house. Niki did not join the string, his hands are not as smart as Oxel and Mila if the affairs of order. He was there to photograph the results and then uploaded to social media accounts. While waiting, he wrote the financial books of their joint venture.
Niki still remembered her dream. His eyes glanced to the right and to the left, staring at the floor and ceiling many times. He never told anyone, but the more buried, the more curious he became.
Deadlock, he asked his two best friends.
“Guys, you guys have the same dream up to repeat three times, no?”
Hearing Niki's random questions, Mila responds lightly, “Boro-boro is repeated, just remember not.”
A good accusation. Oxel's remarks became the beginning of Niki writing down his dream that repeated three times in the new book. And the first story on the first sheet of the book is, “Red Shoes, Who is your Master?”
...∞...
Chequelek
The navy-clad woman walked out of the interview room bowed, her face gloomy, as her hopes had just been dashed by the old man who passed by her just like that, without a word.
Someone was waiting for him in the waiting room. The master in red shoes was immediately excited, his head trailing wherever Niki stepped.
During the sitting wait called, how many times did he eye contact with the women in the room.
The gaze that had been guessed, was curious about the face behind the mask.
Even some of the men looked at her cynically, assuming in that second, they were competing to be the most handsome.
The atmosphere that was quite sickening for him disappeared instantly because Niki finally appeared again. His eyes narrowed, trying to read the sentence that Niki muttered while walking quickly towards the glass door, “Ha – us Ba – nget.”
“Larasati.” the building security guard again calls the next participant.
The woman sitting next to the red-shoeed master immediately stood up and walked towards the source of the voice, “Introduction.” said politely.
Too bad, without getting distracted in the slightest, this handsome master still noticed Niki who was now downing a bottle of mineral water in front of the red beat motor.
Seeing his way of drinking while talking with his friend, became his own entertainment until He did not hear that his name was also called.
“Kok same..” his inner, when he saw Niki's face, and realized that his big red motor is next to the red beat. “Even the color of the motor is the same.” mumbled slowly.
“Jay..” His friend slapped his shoulder softly but did not respond.
Wonderful, what made this squinty man smile to himself, he thought.
“Jay!” it snapped again but nil, still not responded.
The room guard repeatedly called out his name and bothered to walk over, as his friend repeatedly pointed himself at the security guard.
The security guard came closer to his side.
“Lord Wijaya Bayuaji.”
He flinched, “Oh! I-iya, sir.”
“Sadar also. Sono, cepetan.” his friend snorted bitterly, before finally being left alone.
A small interview room for a body as tall as Wijaya. The woman named Laras saw him enter with eyes full of twinkle.
Bu Yuni guessed, Laras fell in love with her. But, if you pay close attention, Bu Yuni himself also agreed, anyone who saw Wijaya would immediately like it.
The man took off his mask.
“Here you write two, graphic design and fashion. Which one would you choose? Interview with you.” said Bu Yuni to Wijaya.
“I've decided to join graphic design. In the fashion building there was no guy I just saw. So, just mending here. Not bad many male participants who list.”
Bu Yuni nodded, understanding his point. Then, he waited for a response from Laras. “I'm unemployed, ma'am. I participated in this training to fill free time, itung-itung, added softskill as well.”
Bu Yuni back mangosteen, “Hmm... idle, yes.”
Their interview lasted quite a long time because Wijaya answered all those questions in great detail such as, the reason for choosing the design and fashion at once, because he had a tailor business at home.
He was interested in realizing the results of his fashion design, and later, on display in his personal boutique. He even prepared his clothes. Quite similar to Niki, he wants to promote his products independently.
He even told about his work experience and got life lessons that a certificate of expertise is very important to have so that people do not simply see him as an amateur, even though the ability he has can be said to be as level as an expert.
Although the interview was dominated by Wijaya, Laras did not mind it at all. His mind captured all of Vijaya's utterances and kept them as information about the man. He was very hopeful, this handsome guy got away with him.
Five days after the interview had passed, the expected announcement of the trainees arrived.
Too bad, Laras did not qualify and was included in the waiting list. That night, he hoped that one or two people would resign because he saw, the name of the man passed in the order of twelve, under the name of Niki Keita.