Sweet Pills
Chapter 21. Adobe Illustrator

My baby's fit like a daydream, walking with his head down, I'm the one he's walking to.

So call it what you want. Call me what you want...

"Niki Keita?"

The man spoke a manly voice, a familiar voice in Niki's ear. He looked at the floor, approached where Niki was standing, saying the girl's name, while turning his back to the red background cloth.

"Niki...?" call him again.

He positioned himself slightly to the center, wanting to shift the lifeless statue that blocked his photo session.

Her hand gave the code 'to the side', but the girl was still petrified, not moving at all.

Wijaya then smiled, the man even hitchhiking through a pitch-black lens that did not blink. Very clear, High Definition.

For the first time, Niki showed an uncensored stunned expression. His smile even expanded, embarrassing. Vijaya had to hold back his laughter, he did not want Niki to realize that he was asleep.

Checkered

The voice of Marzuki's mobile shutter resuscitated Niki. His eyes blinked many times. Stared at him, Wijaya who was grimacing in front of her irises.

How stupid!

Although he had faltered, thankfully he was quick to respond. Without much questioning, Niki immediately stepped aside, giving Wijaya a position right in the middle of the camera.

The two amateur detectives repeatedly boasted a smile holding back Niki's embarrassing moment. Too bar-bar! Only one thing they were grateful for, his saliva did not drip.

"It doesn't look like that's his name anymore. Show it!" chanted Antony's thunderous who was as fast as lightning immediately silenced Safira.

In the midst of the riots, their phones shook simultaneously. No, the mobile phones of all design participants are mutually unpretentious.

"Marzuki sent something all over the group" Safira said as she pressed the image message sent to the design group.

"Dw.ki.. Nikki!"

Safira hurriedly approached Niki who went around observing the dusty items inside the warehouse. The girl did not care about the phone in her pocket, she still tried to calm herself, stopping the shame that never subsided on both cheeks.

Well, don't come here just yet.he's mind when Sapphira comes.

"Marzuki's doing it again!"

The man who was mentioned was still laughing crumpled up in the warehouse door.

He even showed off his presumptuous deed, proudly, in front of Ryan and Gregor. Apparently, the two weathered bachelors liked Marzuki's actions. They laughed with him.

There were two photos sent, a photo of Niki who was groggy, and a picture of him that pegged in front of Wijaya.

But, in the photo there is no Wijaya. Only Niki's face was being unnerved blatantly. Absolutely disgraceful!

"Before after good, wuahahaha!" tease the three of them.

Niki was irritated in the corner, in front of the old-fashioned bicycle covered in white cloth. Sapphira was angry, he could not stand Marzuki's behavior.

"Research to be a person! What a disgrace?!"

Pimply. Sapphira approached the three men alone to defend Niki. If only Wijaya had not held back his hand, Marzuki's face would have been hit by a hard slap.

Safira then glared towards Wijaya. Why is everything under arrest?!

Antony and Laras pulled him back. Antony also pulled Wijaya from there. He realized, the handsome man's hand was clenched as well just now.

"Lebay! In the phone Laras there is also a photo of his disgrace, why not anger Laras all?!"

"Lu realize, you're a guy!" sahut Laras while away from there.

"Yes, why?! Can't you?" sahut Marzuki's upset.

"Ngapain nyimpen disgrace chick, motherfucker!" sambar Safira from a distance.

Ryan and Gregor lowered their heads for a moment, trying to stop laughing and understand the situation. Although the excitement was suitable for them, apparently something like this is called presumptuous in today's times.

"Oh Zuki, don't repeat. Delete it." Ryan scolded and patted his shoulder.

His steps sauntered leisurely without any guilt towards Niki. Not to apologize, but to invite the girl to talk about things that are not important.

"You mean what it means here? On what road?"

Who wants to talk stale? Hey old man, all Niki needs now is some calmness. Your timing is not correct.

"Udah, don't take it seriously. He was just kidding. Want to be familiar, anyways if laughing your camera becomes more relaxed. Anyway, did you get your picture?"

"Safira! You brought a charger?" niki answered on the spot, ignoring Ryan.

The woman then left Ryan and went to see Safira, Mita, Laras, and others.

It may be true, for some, Marzuki's fad is just a trivial matter. But not for people who understand manner. Nothing is funny when people are nervous. Laughing at them to relax? Wrong big!

Someone feels demeaned. And again, the reason for her relaxation is not because of the two of you!

"Yesterday gripped, now the motto is secretly. Can't be left! Don't you shut up! I'm so annoyed to say dong!" safira.

His emotions subside, Niki tries to forgive Marzuki as long as his photo is removed.

He found the man, who was relaxing with a cigarette. Smoke billowed on the door, restraining Niki's steps to speak closer. He hates smoke.

"Remove photos. Joking is not prohibited. As long as it doesn't embarrass people."

Niki then continued her steps towards the class followed by Safira, Mita, Laras, Kiki, and Vanny.

During the thirty-minute photo session in the warehouse, apparently Mr. Budi was waiting for them to return while going back and forth to open two applications. Adobe Illustrator (AI) and a video tutorial.

"Over time you guys took photos. I finished judging nirmana all of you. Ouch.." lamented without glancing at anyone.

Nirmana who was gathered in the next class, was already in his grasp. The abstract sheet was then monitored one by one until it ran out, and there was not the slightest expression impressed by the look of Mr. Budi.

"I told you to make a nirmana, not an optical illusion! Niki Keita?!"

It seems, a sad Monday came back to say hello to Niki. It seems, only one Monday he likes, namely Monday last week, when Wijaya accompanied him to patch tires.

"That's the maximum, sir."

"Ckckck, yeah. How else, I'm dizzy too."

Sixteen sheets of nirmana were then stored in a desk drawer, just below the projector, one location with their first task, the brief design.

"Everyone please open AI on their computers."

He immediately carried on with enthusiasm. Finally, the long-awaited core activities took place today.

"His wifi login is this one. I have written the password also below it." said Mr. Budi while tapping the whiteboard wheeled behind his chair, covering the projector screen.

After ten minutes, he shifted the white board to the left. The appearance of AI that had been fiddled with Pak Budi while waiting for them to come.

"We don't use Corel, because the pixel is less the same AI. Although mostly, the intern office computers here are only Corel strong. But, if you can AI, corel is easy."

He went on to explain all the tools and some shortcuts that will help the learning process faster.

At the very least, cutting images, duplicating, and entering colors into text that has been changed to objects they can do in this first experiment.

Fifty fifty, a comparison of participants who quickly understand and still stuttering technology. On average, everyone happens to be sitting with the right partner. But, one of the front desk in the right row was like they were fighting their first design.

Abigail drew a patrick cartoon, while Wijaya drew a master crab cartoon. Not over yet, they went on to the second round with the theme, DC cartoons. Wijaya, the batman fan, drew a black masked human head, while Abigail drew a robin complete with a red, yellow, green suit.

The ambient duo attracted the attention of all design participants. Incidentally, they took the right position to be a role model.

"A question?" ask Mr. Budi suddenly.

"No sir." they replied in unison while glancing at the front desk.

"Okay, I've put in the materials for you to learn. There are twenty-three tutorials and you have to make them all. Finish it in two weeks, send it to the google class I just created."

What use is the instructor?

"Sir, if not why?" ask Antony suddenly.

Mr. Budi turned back, "I consider you incompetent." he replied briefly at the door, then out of class.

Depressed instantly. Speech Mr. Budi accelerate their hands open the first video tutorial. A speedometer image made from zero.

Some people even download the font to make the speedometer as similar as possible to the video tutorial. No exception to the perfectionist Wijaya.

Niki immediately felt left far away. Wijaya, the man who is now sitting in front of his right looks not stiff at all. His hands are good at playing with AI tools that are still unfamiliar to him.

During this time, only Microsoft is no stranger to final semester students. Software designed specifically for writing is capable of mastering. But for AI, he was completely blind.

Only one thing can be done so that he can catch up. Making Wijaya a target. What Wijaya has completed, must be able to be completed as well.