Sweet Pills
Chapter 4. First Impression
The gurgling water woke Niki at dawn. Not because of the rush, however, this was his first time. It was awakened by the sound of river water this calm.
“Training clothes, done. Need to shower, done. Black and white suit, done. Dinnerware, done.”
Niki had already checked the contents of her backpack three times. This work training started the agenda with a participant orientation event in the main building for three days and two nights, staying overnight.
Far from Niki's expectations, he thought that the name of live job training came, sat, taught, tested, graduated, got a certificate, stretched.
He just wants to immediately touch the computer and learn to operate corel or adobe. No longer rely on canva in purple mobile phones.
His red motor is heated, his gray shoes he wears, his rope he fastens. The contents inside his bag he checked once again after his room was locked. He put some bread in it, just in case of hunger and there is not enough food available.
Mentari appears in the eastern horizon. The beam highlighted the red beat motor plate that moved around the city's intersection roundabout, then turned to the right.
Large trees greeted, small leaves falling with Niki towards the training office gate. His smile spread along the path to the main building.
Two women were seen chatting there, Laras and his friend from another department. The two see a confused Niki looking for an empty parking lot.
All the places have been full, except, under the front tree of the main building. He also parked his legendary bike there.
“Sini.!” greet Laras while waving her hands towards him.
Laras was the spirit of the morning because the number three participant chose to resign.
“Wah, it's really cool, yes.” said Niki started the conversation.
Laras frowned, ‘here’ means that, meaning he is a newcomer in this city, he thought.
“Where are you from?” ask Laras curiously.
“Lintang Transfer. My name, Niki.”
Hearing that, the other friend immediately cut, “Sama! I'm from there too. I know, I'm Debby.” he said as he shook his hand.
“Graphic design major too?” ask Niki.
“Not, cosmetology. Nih, Graphic design barrel.”
Laras immediately shook Niki's hand. His laughter almost came off because Niki's smile was too wide. The joy on his face makes Laras sure, Niki will be easily familiar with anyone in the future.
“You just graduated SMA, huh?” Debby.
Niki also shook her head, her smile tilted, “I went to college last semester.”
“Serious?” both glare. Because the face of Niki looks like a schoolgirl who is looking for busyness in pandemic times. Doesn't look old at all, baby face.
“We're the same age, dong!” peekit Debby. Barrel then patted his shoulder, “Our age a year, woy.”. Silent, awkward, the three were at a loss as to what to discuss. Debby then turned to look at Laras.
“Where is the name Wijaya? I'm really curious, nih.” whispered.
“Sshtt, not yet arrived.”
They both let Niki silently grumble. Feeling ignored, Niki spread his gaze down the two-story building to look at the sky. Mentari is highlighting it directly.
At the same time, another floodlight followed a red ducati motor that approached the main building area.
Bruum.. The motor was gassed hard enough to grab the attention of local residents. The rider monitored the parking area but found no large area for his large motorbike parking, except, under a catapult tree.
There's a red beat motor there for example, illegal parking. Coincidentally, he still remembers the bike belonged to a girl named Niki Keita, The Navy Shirt Girl.
“That's his son.” Laras raises his eyebrows.
The gathered participants whispered. Niki was also curious, because the situation seemed to ask that the mysterious man immediately take off his helmet.
And the moment they were waiting for arrived. The man took off his helmet.
Small head, narrow eyes, sharp nose, straight lips. High body, white skin, and one of the most interesting things about him, his shoulders were firm and wide. Overall, he was indeed the most handsome among the men already present.
“Even eyes cannot lie.” Accidentally!
Niki's silly chirps disperse the women who are amazed. Plus, the man heard it!
Almost, there was eye contact between Niki and the handsome rider, if he did not immediately bow his head. Embarrassing. Slowly, Niki glanced towards Laras and Debby, both giggling at Niki's honest response just now, completely embarrassing!
“Niki.. Nikki.. Can-can, hahaha.” Debby patted him on the shoulder many times, one hand holding his stomach that began to feel heartburn because of the laughter that never stopped.
“Malu-shame anjir.” timpal Barrel.
Hearing the name Niki called, Wijaya immediately glanced towards the three women who were horrendous like possessed people. Unfortunately, the one named Niki turned his back on him.
“Graphic design enter through door B. Directly sit on the chair according to the sequence number.”
They rushed towards the hall. Unknowingly, these women walked slowly behind Vijaya, including Laras and Debby who left Niki behind.
“Number eleven, yes?” Niki mumbled slowly. Suddenly from the back, a fat woman was embracing her shoulders as fast as lightning. “You design too, right? I saw your face in the interview.”
Niki nodded in confusion, “I-iya. What number are you?”
“Sixteen! Most recent. Recognize, Mita.” he replied as he reached out.
“Niki Keita.”
“Niki, together with yuk!” continue Mita again without removing her embrace all the way to door B.
Arriving in front of door B, there were four vertically lined seats in front of Niki, from number nine to twelve. Three seats were already occupied by men, and one empty seat number eleven was hers.
He is still waiting to fill out the list. His eyes noticed some design participants from the leading table – occupied by young men – up to the participants who were around his chair. He then froze, standing still without a blink, turning his back.
That ducati rider is participant number twelve?! The side?! Mucus!
Niki is very heavy. The carbon dioxide that had accumulated inside his lungs, was exhaled for quite a while, to the point that his hand shook violently when signing the list was present.
“Not your breakfast?! Still young kok trembling.” chirps Old Man who keeps the list of trainees present.
He's clucking awkwardly. Some of the participants who heard laughed at him, one of them, design participant number thirteen, who sat closest to the list table was present.
“Hey, you were the navy shirt at the interview time right?”
Niki spontaneously glanced at the name of the male participant, which was clearly listed next to the table number. Abigial.
“Hehe, yes.” He looked embarrassed. With great objection, he walked lazily towards his own chair.
His bag was laid down slowly, his eyes found the number fifteen empty seat next to Mita. Quickly, he sat there.
“Lho, you number fifteen?” Mita confusion. “But, here his name is Safira.” he continued later.
“Sebelas.” Niki says slowly. “I want to sit here sebentaaar... aja.” He welcomes.
“Why? Sana, later who sat here misunderstood, you know.”
Niki is still clear, “News, kok.”
The sound of bargaining two people was quite loud until some participants turned their heads back, one of them participant number nine. “You yelled enchanted that right? Definitely swifties.”
Niki reflex surprised, it turns out there are other swifties, he thought. “You swifties too?!” spirit sahut.
“Not – is not, I do not too memorize the song other than that one.” quickly He refuted, “Kenalin, I Xabil from Lintang Alih.” said friendly.
“Sama!” again Niki replied excitedly. “I'm from there too, Niki Keita.”
Niki's eyes watched Xabil from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. His forehead frowned out realizing his uneven piece of baldness. This guy's got a pitak on the right.
The problem was not only that, once looking at the other male participants, it turned out to be the same. One bald hall.
“Male participants must be pieces SK 1 yes, kok on so monks all.” chirps ngasal even ceplos arbitrarily from the mouth of the girl swimties.
“Buahahaha.!” Mita brutalized on the spot. “Niki..new first day already mocked.”
Who would have thought, Niki's voice was heard all the way to the automotive participants sitting in the back.
“Who did a monk just now?!” his voice was loud, and the entire hall immediately stared at Niki in unison. Totally disgraceful.
Lesson are learned.
An important lesson for toa voice owners like Niki. He must learn how to shrink the volume of the sound if you want to ceplos as good as eyed again.
In a moment, seat number fifteen was crowded with several participants who wanted to get to know each other. Niki was relieved, what would happen if he was suddenly bullied on the first day. This girl had forgotten, there was no acquaintance at all here, basic Niki.
Laras who saw the empty seat next to Wijaya immediately sat down there. “Inget me, no? I did the interview with you.”
“Oh, yes.” The masked man replied short and,
Chilly.
On the other hand, a woman was drowning in front of door B. He signed the attendance list, number fifteen.
His eyes looked for a chair. He gawked, it turned out that his chair was crowded with several trainees who were busy chatting with foreign girls who smiled sumringah. Such was Niki Keita's first impression in Sapphira's eyes.