Sweet Pills
Chapter 5. The First Lunch

It is not a national labor day, nor a trade union day, but only a Tuesday in the second week of March.

A lion-haired mother was busy wasting the trainee's time inside the hall. He asked them to memorize the worker's hymn. I don't know where the song came from, but the rhythm is similar to hymns in general.

Everyone was busy memorizing, except for the girl in seat number eleven. His face was pouting sourly. Never mind memorizing, glancing at the lyric paper was reluctant.

“Create what the hell? Not important.” was upset.

His feet crammed the floor many times. His back is leaning, in order to release saturation and fatigue due to unprofitable, boring activities.

Then he lifted his head. I think he made the wrong decision. Instead of designing, he spends time unclear.

“Niki, that's serious. You are seen with his mother, tuh.” whispered Mita reminded.

Successfully, Niki returned to the starting position even though his mouth was still berating slowly. But, it didn't last long. Not ten seconds had passed, he was restless again.

Xabil who sat two chairs from his left until he was disturbed. His poultice was gone, his focus was scrapped due to the noise of Niki's shoes and his unpretentious chair on the floor surface of the hall. “It looks like it needs to be knocked unconscious, which stun is stun?”

Abigail sitting behind Xabil giggling, “Love quiz Taylor Swift only, more powerful.” Xabil clucked disapprovingly, “Aanya, and instead shouted again.”

Suddenly a shadow appeared from the direction of door B. One of the participants of the new design came, really late. The woman then signed a list of attendees guarded by the Old Man and immediately hit maki on the spot.

“New first day is too late. There is no discipline blas. What's your name?”

One hall could hear it, because the atmosphere was still, dissolving in the hymn of workers.

“Kiki, sir.” says slowly staring at the floor.

Seeing the treatment of Old Man to the participants immediately, causing the flames of hostility in Niki's mind to ignite and spread throughout his body. His eyes stared cynically. Deep down he wanted to move and thrust a mirror into the face of Old Man then said ‘Other people wear masks according to protocol, you do not wear. Basic, old pretentious.’

Now, his boredom turned into a full-blown grunt murmur. And the funny sight was enjoyed by Wijaya. He could see Niki's irritated expression behind the mask.

Safira – number fifteen participants who sit behind Niki – often pay attention to Wijaya from behind. His broad shoulders made it difficult for him to look in front of the hall. Not to mention, his frequent gigat looked towards Niki.

But, even if he were Vijaya, he would definitely do the same. How not, this one woman is like a hot worm. Can't sit quietly.

The boss was just annoying, especially now, the meaning to the Old Man was still not stopped.

Since the eye contact two hours ago, they have not been well-wishers. Wijaya had faced Niki many times while propping up his chin with his right arm, waiting for Niki to say hello.

However, there seemed to be a large stone hanging from Niki's right ear. His head turned more lightly to the left, towards the number ten participant who was even more quiet than the cold Si Vijaya. The shame has not gone away, and Wijaya understands that.

There’s a little smirk hiding inside his mask.

Music is turned on, the mother of lion hair asks the entire participant to stand up and sing together, while clapping following the tempo.

Finally, Niki turned his head as well despite just a glance, as fast as the light vines that were still highlighting them through all the exposed sides, windows and doors of the hall.

The first time they were standing next to each other and Niki was really that low. His shoulders did not arrive. Because of this too, Niki's consciousness made him gap, secretly the tail of his eyes glanced at Wijaya even though it was only limited to junks.

There’s a wide gaping mouth hiding inside her mask.

Many participants who have memorized, the entire hall was compact singing hymns. Enough with lipsinc, Niki is safe from Old Man who is pacing around to target participants who do not sing.

“Give applause for all of us!” mommy hair lion after singing.

The master of ceremony continued to read out the rundown. ”The next activity is the provision of participant cards as a symbolism of the implementation of work training for the next month. To five representatives of majors please forward.”

Laras as a representative of graphic design majors, going forward. From the left end to the right end, standing representatives from the majors of Fashion Planning, Makeup, Graphic Design, Electrical Engineering, and Automotive. After the chief executive covers the representatives of the majors, then all participants can wear their cards.

Niki breathed a sigh of relief afterwards, thinking this opening activity was finally over. Up to five seconds later, three soldiers entered the hall.

“Paution!” snapped The Commander managed to grab the attention of the entire hall.

“All participants please wear sportswear and gather at two o'clock in the field. Directly make a line per department. Understood?!”

Their vegetables replied, still confused. “Understanding?!” he snapped once more.

“Ready understand!”

The five graphic design girls are shopping out of the office, they are crossing the big road towards the red minimarket.

“Saf, chocolate ice cream three, mango three, the cup one.” titah Mita, directly topped Safira, “Siap, ndan.”

“Great heat again, the time is sunned gini?” Kiki complains while choosing potato chips with Mita.

“Please, you can get a month's free food, BNSP certificate, and the obvious, incentive money, hehe. Thank you, udah.”

Meanwhile, the ice cream team that finished shopping waited for them outside the store. Niki's hand immediately grabbed one mango ice cream before it completely melted. “Why nginap yes, instead of covid gini should make distance first.” he concluded while opening the ice cream pack.

“Create plus points in certificate times, so value activeness.” replied Safira.

Baras immediately refuted disagree, “Mana there is rated, which he made building brooms. Look, the filthy back yard is for mercy. Jamin deh, tomorrow morning must be jongos.”

Niki nodded half chuckled. Right, Barrel is very realistic. Because, it has often happened in every orientation implementation. Whether school or college, the main activity must be cleaning. The name is also the introduction period, building garbage must also be known.

They returned to the hall carrying a scrap of food that stole the attention of other participants, to be exact, the graphic design men.

“Shop everything, just a moment again you catheringnya come.” scold Gregor, participant number four.

“Customs, girl.” says Abigail lightly.

Sure enough, a white pick up entered the parking area in front of the main building. Someone got out of the steering wheel to the tub. Wrapped cathering ready to be distributed to all trainees.

“It smells good, like fish.” guess Abigail.

Mita was disappointed, “Yah, kok fish.. don't like.”.

“Sini,” Niki fast, “Make me aja.” his hands look up.

Safira instantly pinches her cheek, “Remember cheek, euy. Udah swollen it you know.” and followed Laras while flicking his cheek pamphemnya the other.

The food was already in hand, Niki and Mita immediately folded her chair and pulled it over to the wall. The two then sat facing each other. Followed by three other women, Safira, Kiki, and Laras.

Unexpectedly, the design men came down and sat down. The circle is getting wider. They ate together on the floor of the hall.

No exception Wijaya who had eaten first in his chair. He immediately went down and took a position next to Niki.

“Jay, what fish?” tanya Gregor friendly, who then cut it fast on the spot, “Open yourself.” short.

Niki can't wait to open the lunchbox, and it's true Abigail said. Moreover, it was his favorite fish. “Patin!”

The second time, they were shocked by Niki's hysteria. His excitement invites Mita to give her side dishes voluntarily. “Nih.” He gave his meat to Niki's lunchbox.

“Nih.” add Barrel, plus banana.

“Nih.” even Kiki is the same.

“Widih, Niki the first day already got one tail of patin.” chirped Gregor tease him.

“Rejeki son boarding, bang.” Niki said spontaneously, enjoy the side dish that afternoon.

“Call just start today. It was good to say monk this morning.” slashed Xabil who was sitting across from Niki.

Niki add to be, “Dendam, sir?” taunted.

“Oh. Patin!” Xabil glares. Even Abigail chimed in, “We tie aja on the pole, continue to stay under the front catapult tree of the building.”

“Good idea, My friend..!”

“My friend...!”

Lunch time on the first day. You could say, they are too familiar for a first impression.

Like a high school alumni gathering event, old friends who meet again. Warm, nothing awkward even though a man as cold as Wijaya joined the circle. They all made Niki feel welcome in this foreign city. Far from his own word.

Of all the majors, only graphic design consists of two genders. Electrical and automotive engineering are all male participants. While fashion and cosmetology are all female participants. Many are envious to see the familiarity of this one department, moreover, the patin and the handsome are there, Niki and Wijaya.