Sweet Pills
Chapter 8. It Burning Red!
Burgundy, scarlet, maroon. Isn't that the same color?
Taylor Swift gave the lyric message that people in love will turn everything around into the same color, in line with the beat of her heart.
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splash your wine into me and how the bloods runs into my cheeks so scarlet, it was maroon.
The color of the wine was clearly red-purple, changing completely to heart-red when it permeated the white cloth. The red-fresh color of the blood also changes completely to heart-red when it appears on the surface of the cheeks.
Yes, in the end all those colors became heart-red, maroon.
...∞...
Niki was sitting in her chair trying to unload the bread she had brought from the boarding house. His fingers were helpless, he unwrapped them with his rabbit teeth.
Xabil's steps immediately stopped when he entered the hall, he saw Niki was struggling with a packet of bread. He was immediately comforted by the girl's behavior. The two met through smiles and eyebrows.
“Open!” pekik Niki on the chair.
The sweet bread was enough to prop up his stomach which had to be filled every morning. Unfinished He chewed the first bite, Old Man who sucks yesterday suddenly appeared before him.
“What are you eating?”
“Bread, Sir.” answered Niki while swallowing bread.
“Have shared with other friends?”
The bread was not bitten, the mouth was frozen. He stopped the second bite. Payed close attention, the hall was still very quiet. There were only six people, himself, Xabil, and four participants from other majors. He offered her bread, then,
“Map want?”
“This you, can-can eat alone do not offer his friend. This is the most basic lesson in ethics. If anyone else is offered, too. Selfish.”
“Anu, Sir. I was already offered, kok.” said Xabil spontaneously in the chair. Glad to hear it, Niki felt saved, his ears were safe from the Old Man's continued chatter.
Selfish, huh? Suddenly the sweet bread turned bland, his teeth were no longer chewing, and his tongue was numb.
“Sorry, Bil.” he said to Xabil when Old Man had gone away from him.
“Not I mean not mingle-“
“Ngak papa.” Cut Xabil. “Lagian, that kind of bread is enough to ngganjal one stomach aja.”
Thankfully, Xabil was quick to respond to the situation. Niki then smiled at him, and continued to eat breakfast.
Gradually, the hall began to be noisy. Some of the participants were already sitting in their seats.
There was a shadowy figure that suddenly grabbed their attention, Niki then turned his head. A man walked in through door B, behind Xabil.
Deg
Deg
Since when, is a bald head more dazzling than Kim Taehyung's charming smile?
Dark red t-shirt, dark red training pants, and red shoes. Mr. Wijaya walked firmly towards the throne, seat number twelve.
That red guy make her blood runs into her cheeks, and it turns maroon.
Even talking to each other, the two still seemed unconcerned. No greeting is thrown. Niki was downcast in embarrassment, while Wijaya returned to her morning mode, cold.
...∞...
Laras had guessed since yesterday afternoon, this morning's activities must have been raging in the morning blind. Two soldiers entered the hall without their commander. The entire hall was given the task of collecting the trash into different bags, then placed near the gate of the training office gate.
“Consideration! Make a whole line!” command one of the Soldiers to the trainee.
They instantly complied, lined up neatly at random. So random, no matter anymore men and women mixed, the Army then shook their heads to see this reality.
Niki glanced to the right, her eyes widening! Red shoes and red pants stand right next to him. Faintly, the situation was slowly starting to clear. The atmosphere this morning was familiar.
Pimply.
Da vu.
He is conscious, very conscious. Dream first episode, Red Shoes, Who is your Master? it's going on, real this morning.
Nervous not playing. His heart was really pounding, was that Si Mas's dream, a clue?
“Male and female line separated!” pinta the Army again. Everyone including Niki and Wijaya instantly dispersed and marched behind the other participants, gender-appropriate. The woman on the left, the man on the right.
What happens, then it happens.
He saw a red shoe on the right, standing in line with it. Then, curious about the look, he looked up slowly. Waist smaller than shoulder, chest that field, body that is firm, even the shadow alone is handsome. He kept looking up, the man's neck was up. And when it comes to the face, it turns out, he is Vijaya.
Apparently, the assumption is wrong. Not a leisurely walk, but a morning run on the second day of work training.
The whistle blown deafeningly, awakening Niki to start running. It is also next to Vijaya. The atmosphere was very tickling, making him grimace himself.
Huh, fate does like to be funny.
Fifteen minutes later, the line starts unguided. Many participants gasped for breath and chose to pause for a moment. Some of them still run consistently to the finish line.
Wijaya is also not visible anymore. Without Niki realizing it, he was looking for a cold man who he had been reluctant to greet since this morning. Then, he stopped in front of a catapult tree near his motorcycle parking.
His steps slowly began to slow down. Right lyrics, left lyrics, he's still looking for Wijaya's whereabouts. Suddenly, a green glowing firefly perched on his left shoulder, making him glare in disbelief. Isn't it too early?
So surprised, his mouth gaping without a sound. The firefly flew again, moved away to the back, and alighted onto the red-shirted man's back.
His back, which was turned against the sunlight, was very wide, as if a single sentence could be carved there. The man turned around, then faced towards Niki.
“Come, together.” said Wijaya while extending his right hand.
Everything that happens is exactly the same!
“Aaaaaa...!!” Niki gave great goosebumps, falling to the ground. Not surprisingly, Wijaya even smiled slanted and then laughed a little!
Again, those eyes highlighted Niki full of mystery. The thin grin at the corner of his lips grew even more horrified. As if, Wijaya had been waiting for this to happen, as expected.
What’s wrong with this guy?! rucau Niki in his mind, full of question marks.
There was nothing else He thought of, other than the reality he was facing now.
Many witnesses there, they also heard a shocking scream Niki. But, when Vijaya approached and extended her hand, their steps stopped to help Niki stand up.
Arriving at the finish line, Niki approached the design participants. In addition to physical, his psychic was tired this morning.
“Why are you shouting?! What's up?!” Safira was worried. Niki just shook her head, “Hosh.. hosh..” is still hard for her to answer, “There are fireflies on my shoulder.”
Mita frowning, “Kunang-kunang? In the morning?” Sounds like nonsense, Kiki looks at each other with Laras. Poking out his legs, he reassured them again with repeated nods.
Just like Niki, Wijaya was also quizzed by male design participants. For the exact same reason – because fireflies – the men looked at him full of probing, no one believed him.
Wijaya glanced at Niki from a distance, the woman was still surrounded by other female participants who seemed worried about her. Unlike him, he was curious about what Niki was thinking.
Actually, there is something that He wants to clarify, but suddenly, I broke! “Rayhan fainted!”
The men directly carried Rayhan into the hall. This man's face was pale, extremely pale. Vira, a major in fashion, intervened to help Rayhan regain consciousness. Instantly, many women came.
Design participants until out of the hall, except for Wijaya who had already sat first in his chair.
Looking at the empty chair next to Wijaya, a participant from the fashion design was about to sit down. But, quickly Wijaya's hand placed a pencil box on Niki's chair, making the woman feel driven away and rejected at once.
The design participants who worried about Rayhan, could only monitor from afar. Looking at Rayhan's posture, they could all guess, the man rarely exercised and often stayed up late. Sure one hundred percent, stay up late to finish the cartoon order.
Xabil invited the design participants to chat outside the hall. Discussed many things, even touched on the matter of sweet bread Niki this morning terlikit.
“Tau no, why did Rayhan faint?”
Kiki, Antony, Abigail, and Gregor shook their heads.
“Most, no breakfast.” sahut Safira lightly, and on target.
Niki who heard that immediately threw away face.
Moreover, Laras also chimed, “But right, we also have no breakfast. Means, he is a rare sport.”
Xabil grimaced suddenly. His eyes immediately glanced at Niki until the two of them exchanged glances. “Hmm, breakfast pack delicious bread times yes.”
Niki clucked softly, Xabil was poking at him on the spot. But, his mind was now not focused on the matter of bread this morning, but Wijaya. Only Wijaya.
Antony caught Niki this time, although without a grin like Vijaya, Niki's gaze was enough to explain the situation he was in. Something big will happen in a month later.