Sweet Pills
Chapter 9. Number Games

Antony, the number one participant in graphic design. He had invited all his design friends to join an impromptu night judge with him, but who responded only Xabil.

For him, doing reckless actions like this is a very very rare opportunity, especially, given the diverse age differences between them. Jurit malam with the parents, quite exciting right? So, of course, tonight's agenda will always be remembered.

Antony extended his right thumb to Xabil, who was in charge of monitoring from behind, as he led the troops in the vanguard.

Eleven people lined up behind Antony, sneaking into the back of the main building. They ducked, avoiding the window panes. But still, their footsteps were noisy enough to wake up the design women who were still trying to sleep after discussing the incident last night.

“Saf...” Missik Laras.

“Saf..!” his whispers again raised the intonation.

Sapphira got up from her bed, “Akh! Who the hell?!”

“Grusak-grusuk daritadi!” strangled again, realizing the awkwardness felt horror by Laras.

Suddenly silence. Laras added fear and spontaneously embraced Sapphira tightly. These two people then woke up the other three people, who happened to be still awake as well.

“Shhhtttttt...!” Antony placed the right index finger in front of his mouth, signalling for the jury to pause.

On the other side of the wall, Mita also did the same, telling her four friends to duck away from the window and offset the sound of footsteps outside the main building.

“In the end, the ghost of la-“ whispered Kiki was cut off, Mita gave the code with a glance of someone's eyes outside this building, not a ghost.

Antony again asked his troops to continue the operation until it stopped under a window that directly led to the main building toilet.

“Now, here?” He asked one of the witnesses, who was then answered with a nod. “You. Cepetan.” whispers give a decree.

They glanced at each other and threw glances, no one dared to just peek inside. Xabil bravely approached Antony and immediately tiptoed from under the window. “Ton, empty.”.

Fifth friends – Mita and the gang – trying to understand what exactly the men are doing. From their whispers, Mita could guess. Then, his eyes glanced at Niki.

Niki was confused, Safira whispered explaining the situation, “You are thought to be a ghost.”. They went back to silence, listening to what the next adam planned.

“We hom pim pa. The first one out can be the last turn. Automatic losers, so the first to see ghosts directly.” Antony's idea really adrenaline. These twelve men must inevitably, must come along. Fear and self-esteem are at stake right now.

They started playing hom pim pa.

“One!” Antony quit the game and waited for them to continue until two players were left.

“Two!” shouted one of the automotive participants.

“Three!” , “Four!” , “Five!”

One by one the troops marched in front of Antony. The game is getting heated up, the sweat that goes down adds tension between them. The atmosphere was quiet and silent, the sound of the wind wooing the grass, then suddenly there was a stomachache. “I can't take it anymore! I'm not following.” He waved his hand and returned to the hall.

“Ah, no exclamation.” said Antony disappointed. “We also, do not follow.” three other participants are the same. The remaining eight players are now under the window.

Behind the wall, the five comrades held back their laughter from exploding. It's ridiculous, they act like SD boys. The boys will be boys.

And finally, it exploded as well. Not the sound of the fifth laughter, but a gas from the decay of the digestive system Sapphira.

“Sorry.. have no idea..”.

A unique and foreign aroma is spreading in the toilet. They got a ration of boiled eggs this afternoon, save the nose!

“Lateness. I was the first.” concluded Antony accelerate the operation. He then tiptoed and gouged out the window sills. What a timing.

“Bribes!” antony said with a vomiting expression.

Seeing Antony's reaction, spontaneously all the troops left Xabil under the window. “Wewe gombel!”

“Malah blurred..”.

Thinking the boys were gone, the five comrades stood up as they leisurely sauntered into their mattresses.

“Lho, Niki?!” Xabil scolds from behind the window. “You guys apparently?!”

Safira nagging, “Ngapain midnight to the girls toilet? Wanna take a peek, right? Ngaku!” He grins.

Antony, the observer. His eyes were really sharp paying attention to the look of someone. Although addicted to mystical things, his brain still thinks logically. Just now, definitely not the scent of ghosts, but “Safira! Ah no, Cow’i!”

Without any hesitation, he accused Sapphira of being the perpetrator, blatantly. “Basic Cow’i!” the accusation again. Suddenly everyone laughed.

...∞...

Fajr by morning. The seven graphic design participants look like zombies. Red-sleeved eyes, sagging cheeks, wrinkles, and looks lethargic. Mita's jaw was numb, hard to move, Laras was busy yawning in his chair.

The mother of lion hair entered the hall. “Alright, finally today is the last time of orientation, yes. The activity until twelve noon. You can go home after dhuhur.”

Many participants were happy to hear this announcement. Some were disappointed, including Niki.

“Hoaam... babu again, babu again.” sahut Late in the chair.

Among the participants who stepped excitedly, there were seven people who breezed lazily staggered.

While walking, they also recounted overnight events to curious design participants. Ryan is one of them. This first class leader did not want to get into trouble again like yesterday, suddenly there were members who fell unconscious.

The trainees arrive at the field and line up per major. Each class leader complains to his members and reports to the Army.

“I have games today. Simple games.” The barrel instantly stops yawning. Directly excited and curious, simple games like what does it mean?

“If I say three! You have to form a group of three. If I shout six! You have to make a group of six. Understood?!”

“Ready, understand!”

“Clearly?!”

“Ready, clear!”

Without trial, the Army immediately started the game. “Five!”

“Yes!” shouted five friends, Niki, Sapphira, Mita, Laras, and Kiki.

Wijaya with its morning mode – cool guys – even stray to the automotive group. Pak Army was satisfied with the results, this way, the trainees would not be awkward for the next month.

“Three!”

The five friends split in two. Safira and Niki are short of one member. Sapphira then saw Wijaya who was frowning like a missing child.

“Sini!” shit, blaspheme Niki in your heart. Safira kindly invites Wijaya to one team. The man walked from the other side towards the two of them.

The atmosphere in the field instantly changed. Safira felt a great tremor from underground. It seemed, the core of the earth had just moved under his feet. Then he realized, the two eyes that looked at each other pulled together like a magnet. The female kangaroo from the south pole, meets the ice prince from the north pole.

In fact, Safira did not think a figure as cold as Wijaya would approach them. He was lucky, the man saved them from the sudden punishment that Mr. Army gave them.

“Should, if you want to give punishment, all participants are collected first from each round. Let's not feel alone.” he said who now stands next to Niki.

Safira looked at it from behind. Once caught, Niki has feelings for Vijaya. Since the incident in the mosque like a different person, who usually likes to watch people talk, suddenly stiff, reluctant to see the interlocutor. This time too, the kangaroo girl stopped jumping, instead staying in place.

“B-take.. Not comfortable knowing to be the center of attention of strangers, especially alone.” replied Niki rigidly.

“It looks like it will be exciting, nih.” Safira said in his heart.

He paid attention to the circumstances of other design participants, who knew someone was punished. But, what He found was even the grim expressions of Xabil and Laras in the line.

A second later, his eyes even collided with Antony's eyes. That shitty guy caught off guard has been monitoring them ever since.

Ten minutes before returning to the hall, Antony approached Safira, “You see, right?”

“He-em. Why why?”

“You help fishing, no?”

Safira clucking, “Less work.”

“Seru know!” exclamation Antony. “When can you watch a live drama for one month? Anyway, I'm sure, there's something between that patin and that cold man.”

“Yes, you are there. I want to focus on training.” Safira breastplate, “Males really waste time is not clear.”

“Yakin?” mimik Antony lures him into agreeing. Safira frowned, “Something you said?”

“Serious!” Antony started to influence him.

“Wijaya and Niki it, I'm sure there's something between them.”

“Then..” his eyes bulged even more, convincing Safira to be eaten by persuasion. “There are three people involved in this. Xabil, Barrel, and Bang Ryan.”

“Bang Ryan?!” Safira surprised, “Kok suddenly class president?”

“During Wijaya chat with Niki earlier, Bang Ryan nanyain continues. He said, indeed, Wijaya and Niki are that close, huh? After that, his gaze never separated from Niki. I want to nerkam.”

“Lebay!” Safira.

“Serious..! You're enough to lure Niki to talk. The rest, let me plan.”

Safira pondering, it seems that this unclear agreement is a little interesting to be asserted. Maybe, the training will be more fun.

“OK deh!” and a deal was formed between Antony and Sapi’i.