Sweet Pills
Chapter 22. The Ambish and the Perfectionist

His mask was revealed

Si Mas, a mysterious man who occupies a secret room in Niki's mind. A figure that repeatedly stopped by without cause, on some nights that did not seem special, when the moon and stars shone as usual in the pitch sky.

The figure was blurry, unclear. Many times the universe kept a secret apparently, repeatedly Niki was curious about him. Because before saying goodbye, before Niki's eyes opened, the man left certain characteristics, such as shoes, location, and certain situations.

Niki's intelligence was tested this time. No matter how great he answered about science and academic exams of a kind, there was nothing about the mysterious experience that haunted him every night.

One hundred percent of dreams that ever bloomed up to three times always He remembered. Because whatever the logical thought, there is no reasonable reason to explain why He only remembers Si Mas.

And this unsolved mystery, more disturbing to his intelligent brain, is far more severe than the formulas and chemical problems that he won in various competitions.

Plus, her search results around 'dream' convinced her that in addition to the sleeping flowers, dreams are also a clue. It would be better if a rare memory of the dream was written.

Do you know how someone who puts absolute facts first thinks, before they discover the hidden simplicity of a case?

Complicated. Full branch. Many variables are free. And obviously, confusing.

Six episodes in total. Niki wrote six stories of Si Mas in Sweet Pills. There was no hope he could find from the sleeping flower, let alone a clue. Niente.

If you want to be simplified, everything is just a sleeping flower. Sure enough, the presence of Si Mas is entertainment for the grievous reality she experienced a year ago.

Rejected, betrayed, crushed his dreams, made helpless his family before the law, then slumped by all the debts they bear to pay the costs of lawyers workers victims of PHK.

As the first child, though a woman, he took the initiative to make money. But, just relying on a high school diploma does not guarantee himself employed, even if it is limited to the front office.

But not the diploma of the problem, but the physical.

A client-related job, should employ a good-looking employee to attract the widest possible public interest. And Niki didn't have it that time.

Overweight, grumpy, dirty, sweaty, kitchen spice smell, even his own close friend mocked him in the place "Have you drunk the oil, mbak?"

Perhaps his physique is not of value in the eyes of the world, but his wits should not be underestimated. The problem is, again the world doubts its quality, as a teacher.

Only High School graduates, while ever participating in the Olympics, does not mean equal to those who are S1. Such was the sneer that he heard with his own ears. Bittersweet right?

Niki Keita, an ambitious figure who tries to collect rupiah in any aspect, even though he has to get out of the academic path that He mastered. Graphic design? Not a big deal. He believed that with his dexterity, his watered-down brain would always help him, wherever he was.

And unbeknownst to him, in another room in the latitude of the equator, which is parallel to his city, there is Vijaya in the heat in the same reality.

The Handsome Wijaya and the Intelligent Niki. You have indeed met for the great destiny that you will live. The universe hears your prayers without a day of absence. Even the little murmurs you grumble, the vast heavens hear.

So, please Niki. Talk to Wijaya, right now!

"Wijaya.." said Niki while staring at two jet black eyeballs that were as big as hers, reflected by glass.

He was relaxing in the second floor toilet. Try to catch your breath as calmly as possible. Understanding everything that happened on Monday as a real clue, is no longer just a coincidence.

He took off his glasses, cupped his hands under the faucet, then washed his now beautiful face. No dull, dirty, let alone grungy. It's completely different from a year ago.

His fingers were tapping quietly in the sink. His intelligence set up several strategies. Between being straight honest to Wijaya about his strange dream, or trying to provoke the atmosphere, to realize the fourth dream.

Bazars. Her fourth dream happened in the bazaar. There are dozens of white tents in a field. He and Si Mas, standing facing the ringleader. Then, Si Mas pointed the game at him. "There's a lala bug. Wanna ride?"

In his dream, he shook his head, rejecting the rare invitation on the spot. Then, Si Mas again invited him to talk among the passing human crowd.

"What kind of lipstick did you buy? Looks good. I want to give a gift to my mother" she said.

And Niki just kept quiet. His hand suddenly grasped a beautiful coral lipstick from the makeup estate. Even in his dream, he found himself looking for discount goods. The lipstick in his hand was then taken by Si Mas.

"How much is this?" ask Si Mas to one of the SPGs.

"Again discount, only one hundred and fifteen thousand."

"The original price is that. If the discount is cheaper, dong."

Very funny, Niki laughed amusedly at the way Si Mas bargained for beautiful objects that are popular with women. He woke up laughing.

Decision's unanimous. Rather than being honest and thought to be crazy, even worse, Wijaya will feel for him, it is much better to lure him to go to the bazaar. They're both. And the current situation is really supportive.

During Ramadan, this beautiful city holds a festival of Ramadan snacks in a public square near the town hall.

Drrt drrt

Mobile design participants again ringing. This time there was a voice message from Xabil. Since Friday was not visible, apparently this voice note is the reason.

"Good morning everyone. Happy activities. Please permit in advance. I want to say that, starting this week I quit graphic design training. Thank God, I passed the chili test and my position is now out of town."

"Tomorrow tuesday, was my last day to the training office. I want a farewell with you guys. Thank you for such a nice short time during this time. Thank you, I hope we all succeed. Aamiin's."

"Congratulations on Xabil. It's great to get in the police."

"Yes, come listen to him."

"Well, let's say one person. So fifteen."

"Okay, odd."

Someone called the word forbidden. A scary word. The problem is, this building has not been operating for five years. Before covid.

The twenty-eight computers that were pushed against the wall were long out of service. Hence, the office bought them new computers for their use, and new classrooms for them to be comfortable with.

Antony glanced at Mita and Safira. Vanny then noticed that there were several pairs of eyes looking at Niki. However, the woman was too focused to complete the tutorial to six. No matter the situation around.

"Sir.." whispered Vanny softly.

"Mr...?" call him again.

Her ears are quite functional, although her brain responds only to a glimpse of Vanny's call. "Hmm.. why?"

"Call Safira tuh."

"Entar yes. End this."

It is not wrong that he chose Wijaya as a muse. The focus is not diverted at all, because Wijaya fishing ambisnya side active again.

The man showed tenacity without getting tired for a second. All he did was follow a video tutorial to complete each task.

Niki managed to follow the speed of Wijaya. They are both designing a blue batik shirt that is rather complicated because it makes duplicate mirrors for the frame of the shirt to be symmetrical a little tricky.

"Jay, your left shoulder will be dented by the laser" said Abigail, who was sitting against the wall.

Abigail then gave the code. Both of them looked back, towards Niki, a girl who was ambush.

"She's looking at me from earlier?" tanya Wijaya made sure.

Abigail shook her head "No, your computer screen is covered with your broad shoulders."

"Ngapain look here? There are tutorials."

"Yes how do I know. Move, let me check."

Abigail immediately stood up to Niki. He suspects that the ambush must have a different way to become number one.

Observe, imitate, modify. Definitely Abigail's inner self, because she was so old too.

"Discount? It's been up to man-Wah!"

Correct guess. This woman is the same as her and Wijaya. We have already done the sixth tutorial. Other participants can understand if the first one finishes Laras the IT child or Vanny who understands art.

But Niki? What do chemistry kids understand about design?

"Emang horrified. It's very ambitious." said Laras from his chair.

"Oh, why move?" ask Safira on the spot.

Laras nodded without hesitation. "I can't say that my brother is the same as an ambis child. Fear of being zolted first."

The rest of the class laughed and approached Niki.

"Don't ambis neng. Life doesn't have to be racing, it's relaxing" Ryan said.

Abigail was silent, she did not dare to comment because in fact, far from their eyes, there was one creature that was Niki.

His best friend, Perfectionist Wijaya.

He returned to his chair and saw Vijaya's work. The man downloaded fonts, images, even stickers used in the video tutorial, so that his results are exactly the same.

It even follows all color adjustments, all alphabets and numbers to get the perfect color without a single pixel being different.

Fit, one ambis, one perfectionist Abigail murmured as she sat back down.

What Niki did seemed to ignite the spirit of other participants to complete this task immediately in two weeks. Except for Ryan, an old man who from the beginning was too relaxed, without enthusiasm, or even arguably, lazy.

And the man watched Niki more and more, who, now, was sitting right on his left. He thought that their initial meeting was not a coincidence.

The soul mate, complements each other, right? he is sure in his heart.