ENDLESS HALLWAY
CHAPTER 60: SHRUGGING THE SHOULDER

"Gue was also on the side, Fan. The vow! Finally my suffering that I dreaded that lo story-it just, also finished it!!!" cevin said seriously.

Irfan was stunned, but only for a moment. Then he laughed cackling.

"Greet him, huh?" the door is hopeful.

"Hmm..," Irfan just muttered, busy putting textbooks into his backpack.

"Yes, Vin. Salamin to him, huh?" reset Irfan.

"Yes," Cevin replied as he stepped outside the room.

Irfan immediately followed his sister's steps. "Tell him, greetings from Irfan. Yea?" pinta Irfan again, in an increasingly hopeful tone.

"Yes" replied Cevib, holding back his patience. "So my ears are also horrified" he said. Then he stopped his steps on the terrace stairs. "There's another penny, isn't there? I want to walk."

"No. Naw. That's it." Irfan shook his head quickly. "Sampein greetings to Balqis. Don't take no. Greetings dear, that's it. Same with kangen." Irfan.

"Disarriages, you know! Scrawl!" cela Cevin's. "Gue's ashamed of her."

Irfan grinned, then laughed softly. "Yes. Hail aja. Don't use love to miss."

"Yes already. I'll walk first, okay?" Reply Cevin.

"OKAY. Ati-ati's on the street huh, Vin." Irfan.

"Tumbens?" Reply Cevin.

"Well, if you don't, you can get hit by a car. Keep dying. If you die, no one will say hello to Balqis dong." Irfan.

Cevin. Irfan laughed at him. With a happy face, he was released to his sister. But when Cevin was about to reach the gate, Irfan changed his mind. He hurriedly chased his sister.

"Eh, don't deng, Vin! Nay! No!" yells.

Cevin stopped the move. He looked and frowned. Irfan who was in front of his sister shook his head strongly. "Not so. I am alone. You don't have to say anything to him." Irfan.

"Where the hell? So, what's wrong?" Cevin.

"No. Naw. I am alone. Anyway, don't mention my name. I want to go to his own house. Tell him he has used white gray what not, the trick seems to be how. That's it." Reply Irfan.

Cevin shrugged his shoulders.

"Yes already. I'll walk first. It's late, again. It's just because Elo is not clear anymore." Reply Cevin.

"Yes. Ja. Sorry. Gih sana go." Irfan.

"Giliran has not tipped salam, do not say ati-ati again." Cevin grumbled while turning his body.

Irfan laughs amusedly. "Ati-ati on the street huh!?" it's because Cevin's gone behind the fence.

"Tell!" immediately heard Cevin's backlash.

Back Irfan laughed amusedly. Then he turned around and walked into the house with a smile.

***

Cevin arrived at school early in the morning, but the class was already crowded. That spirit seemed to be crowding out all the new children. Those faces are some of the faces he was familiar with yesterday during MOS. Their names are still the same. But Cevin barely recognized.

Just because they had all been in white-gray uniforms!

Cevin...!!!

It's not just the little boy in his room who's gone missing. All the snot kids who were yesterday are still wandering in the school field, now also no longer exist. All faces are heading towards maturity. Who should think twice three times before running around or jumping around on the field, or fitting sports hours.

Cevin sat quietly in his chosen chair. Look at the class with widened eyes. Stunned. Until he saw Balqis step into the classroom. Cevin's back was amazed.

That's the little boy that her brother was seriously expecting. But this morning Balqis was no longer a child. She's already a girl who deserves to be visited every Sunday night. Who deserves to be taken without being embarrassed.

Cevin so remembered that Irfan was currently waiting for his information. Balqis in High School Uniform. Cevin wants revenge for Irfan who woke him up half an hour earlier this morning.

He let his brother wait. Let him be senewen. Let him blingsatan. Let her be emotional until she feels crazy. Cevin smiled to himself imagining Irfan's current state. And his guess is correct. Irfan is agitated. Very very agitated!

***

Irfan put his phone on the table, then looked at the object with high intensity. It was as if it had come from deep space and had just received it from an alien last night. Irfan's classmates were amazed to see his behavior, and so went along. Alternately they bow their heads low, paying attention to the man's phone, while asking the same question.

"Lo's doing what the hell again?"

Irfan raised his head while sighing in annoyance for the one to the other time.

"Can't the elo-elo not bother me?" Irfan.

"Who's bothering you anyway? People are just nanya. Lo again geliatin what? Seriously," said a friend.

"Oh, I know!" yell at the other. "Irfan is waiting for a pornographic image or recording!"

"Wuiiih, fun! Ntar forward to me yes, Fan!"

"Gue tooaa!"

There was a loud and enthusiastic cry. The cry of the boys certainly. While the girls stared at Irfan with a look of disdain.

"It's impossible that he took the picture. HP people are conventional HP that is. Where can make accept the sophisticated." Ejek Dilan's.

Irfan looked at Dilan with grateful eyes, but also arrogant and somewhat offended because his phone was said to be conventional. It is indeed. But it does not need to be announced so blatantly.

"Tanks, Dil, for your defense that's a real hook," he said.

Dilan nodded while grinning amusedly. Sigit laughed without a sound.

With a heavy heart, Irfan was forced to change the ringtone of his phone to a silent position, because soon the lesson will begin. And throughout the first lesson and beyond, he was fidgeting extraordinarily. The intense anxiety that really made his chest tight and so wanted to scream.

The explanation of every teacher just passed by. Not stuck in the head. Every lesson description written by the teachers on the board, recorded carelessly. And as soon as the first break bell rang, Irfan immediately pulled his phone out of the bag, hoping on his screen there was a notification that there was an incoming SMS. Missed call, impossible, because Cevin must be studying too.

And how disappointed Irfan when he found his phone screen did not show anything. There was no SMS coming in! Furious at last he contacted his sister.

"Kok elo not contact me anyway? I'm waiting, too!" it was as soon as Cevin picked up the phone.

"Now, huh?" Cevin's fighting bego. "Gue left the report at home."

"Now, tauuu!" roar Irfan irritated. "It should have been this morning. As soon as you get to school, as soon as you wriggle him, report directly to me! You don't know, I'm almost crazy because of the phone call from lo!"

"You're angry, I didn't tell you" Cevin threatened.

Irfan immediately flinched. "Yes, don't dong, yeah. Sorry...," he hurriedly apologized and the tone of his voice softened. "So, what is he? Do you wear white gray too?"

Across Cevin laughed amusedly without a sound hearing the dramatic change in her brother's attitude.

"Basic bego, lo! Yeah, obviously he's wearing white gray, too…."

Irfan's eyes popped.

"Trus? Trus? How does he look?" he was enthusiastic, and unconsciously held his breath.

"So it looks a bit adult. Don't look like kids anymore." Cevin.

"Tell!?" irfan shouted unconsciously. "It sure looks so cute!"

"Yes, so it's sweet." Cevin agreed and it must be admitted.

"Trus? Trus?" Ask Irfan.

"Trus what else? You just asked for that info. Said you'd like to meet him later?" Reply Cevin.

"Oh, yeah, huh?" Irfan. "Yes already. Thank you very much, Vin. My best-best brother!" Irfan.

"Yes clear. You have another guy, what?" Cevin's reply was upset.

Irfan grimacing ticklish. Say thank you again, then hang up the phone.

"Thanks very much, Vin, brother." Irfan.

"He-uh." Cevin hung up his phone with a small smile. She was so happy to hear her brother sound so happy.

After getting the news, Irfan became calm, as well as impatiently waiting for the school hours after. Later in the night he will carry out the plan he has devised for months, which he looks forward to with all his patience.

He's going to Balqis' house. Directly on the first day the girl was wearing a high school seregam. He will appear in front of the girl. Whole, clear, real, and clear. And Irfan will say it all. Whole story. His observation, his waiting, and his hope. And he will ask Balqis to be willing to be his girl.

Irfan was so happy all day. So ecstatic. Look happy. Much laughter. Little smile. In Irfan's eyes, everything was so much fun. Who says teachers diomelin in front of the class because they can not answer embarrassing questions? Just ordinary. What is important, budek.

That's what happens in the biological clock. Ms. Endang had already told her that she would repeat all of the second grade in the form of a series of essay questions. Even first class materials. First class material? Who else remembers!

It turns out that the barrage of questions is really a barrage. To the extent that there is no empty space left on the board. All black is just questions and questions.

And fate is not on Irfan's side. He took his first turn. Angrily Bu Endang called him to the front of the class, because not a single barrage of questions that Irfan could answer. Even the simplest thing.

Irfan couldn't answer. It's just that he doesn't want this romantic and most beautiful day of his life to be ruined. He wants this day to be perfect, and end with happiness and beauty that is also perfect.

He did not want the romantic sentences he had prepared to express to Balqis later, removed from his head because of the anatomy of humans, animals, and plants.

There is still tomorrow for biology!

Therefore, Irfan was silent when Bu Endang grumbled long in front of his face.

"What a happy kid, is she getting laid in front of that class?" said Dilan wonder, which also represents the astonishment of other friends.

There is still another change Irfan that makes his classmates increasingly wonder, especially the girls. During this time Irfan always considers girls to always exaggerate problems, or hobbies make things that are not problems become problems. That the girl is an irrational creature, who thinks in the most complicated way possible, complicated, whiny, unclear, moody, and others.

Now Irfan actually considers all the "Naturalness" of the girl as something unique.

The guy who is usually the laziest when he sees a bunch of girls being gossiped about it now also considers it as something unique from the world of girls. During this time when he heard the girls in his class confide in each other, Irfan often pestered with comments, "So that's a problem." Or. "That little thing is over. A waste of energy and time." Or the one that most often makes the girls upset, "Bas on girls! Illogical. It hurts itself!"

But today is different. Irfan is suddenly full of empathy. So merciful. How considerate. So soft. And so wise.

Girls in the class who are usually very arrogant if Irfan joined the crowd, and immediately drove the guy away, this time amazed. Stunned. Amazed by his thoughtful opinions and advisers. So understanding and so understanding of the world of girls.

"Okay, ladies…." Irfan smiled gently at the girls around him. "You know there's a problem again, the same story as me. I can help you find the solution. Okay?" then he stood up. The abandonment of the crowd of his classmates, who stared at his departure with their mouths open.

Not only his classmates, the teachers were amazed by Irfan's change in attitude.