ENDLESS HALLWAY
CHAPTER 61: A LONG PREPARATION

Mr. Hadi Parjono, a physics teacher who really likes to bring a pile of photocopying papers containing the problems of his creation to be distributed to the students, this time there is no need to bring the pile of photocopies. Irfan brought it, and he came to the special teacher's room for it!

While Ms. Vitarina, a beautiful and soft-spoken English teacher, is still single, which is often the subject of the temptation of her students by not listening when she delivers, this time can be relieved. Irfan did the job.

Standing in front of the class, Irfan passed on his friends one by one. With the sound of volume that can be heard all the way to Irian Jaya. The bengal guys, who were sitting in the back row, had to raise their hands. Of course with annoyance, because Irfan had caused them to miss the opportunity to tease the gentle beautiful teacher.

And many more amazing Irfan changes. But the last change made Mr. Romli, the history teacher who taught him at the last 2 x 45 minutes, upset. The bell was still fifteen minutes away, but Irfan was already busy tidying up his books and stationery. With cute anyway, alias conspicuous. Until some of his classmates followed, immediately clean up anyway. Understandably, lazy disease is indeed more quickly contagious than diligent disease.

"Where are you going, how are you doing?" ask Mr. Romli wonder.

"Back, Sir. It will soon be the bell," Irfan replied calmly.

"There's still fifteen minutes to go." Said Mr. Romli.

"It's okay to clean up now. So later the bell can go home. Now you must have just explained it, right? There's nothing else to paint, right? You've only fifteen minutes left, sir." Irfan said casually without any problems.

Irfan spoke in a pleading tone. Almost all of his classmates held a smile. The remaining fifteen minutes remained, while the talks of the two people nearly spent ten minutes on their own. Finally, it was only five minutes Mr. Romli restarted his explanation, the home bell had rang. In a fit of rage, he had to end his lesson.

"For you, today's chapter is not finished." Said Mr. Romli.

"Sorry, Sir. My sister has important business today. Gotta get home." Irfan grimacing.

***

As soon as Mr. Romli left the class, Irfan immediately stood up and quickly left the class. Sigit followed Irfan's quick steps.

"Where the hell is the blue-rush? That night you went to Balqis' house, right?" Ask Sigit.

"Yes. But kudu nyiapin from now on, again. I want to go to the flower shop first. Make sure the bouquets they make are in accordance with my request. Trus, those new jeans, I want another iron. Let it be really slippery and neat." Irfan.

"Emang same Bi Puji has not been ironed?" Ask Sigit.

"No. I want to iron myself!" irfan toilet. "For this one thing I don't want to interfere with anyone else." Irfan.

"H, that's it." Sigit bobbing head.

"That's what I want to sleep for a while. Let's make my night look fresh." Irfan. Satisfied with the order of preparation he has prepared.

"Eh, I'm coming tonight, Fan?" Pinta Sigeon.

"Don't dong! Just interrupt it." Ban Irfan.

"Ikut nganter. Not following elo until Balqis house. Crazy, what? I know myself, again. I can also imagine, it will be tacky!" Sigit smiled.

"Damn it!" Irfan grunting. "You mean, you don't get off the cab, do you?" Ask Irfan.

"Yes. I went straight back. Yea? I can come, okay?"

Sigit asked expectantly. For some reason, eager to get involved in this most important day Irfan. Want to feel the tension and anxiety of his best friend. And if all goes well, he also wants to feel the happiness of Irfan.

"Trus, who's paying for the reverse cab fare?" Irfan was worried.

"Yes I am. Very scared. I know you are poor. I know you do not have money, buy a bouquet of all flowers. Very expensive, again. Poor but doubtful." Canda Sigit again.

"It's not a matter of poor or rich, you know! But image!" Irfan grinning. "The first good impression I had was the one I was given." Kalem answered.

"Trus back from Balqis' house, you take another cab, is that it?" Ask Sigit.

"You don't want to. That's why I can't pay you back later." The answer.

"Yes. I told you just now. I paid for it myself." Answer Sigit.

In addition to the bouquet of flowers and others, the matter of the taxi has also been included in the plan that was prepared Irfan. Because you want to shoot the scuffles that have long been the target, plus will wear a new T-shirt and jeans, still plus will bring a bouquet of flowers that are expensive too, too, the price of the flower, she doesn't want to take a taxi. It is impossible to use the bus, public transportation that has been his best friend, because it can damage the image.

Bajaj must also be forgotten. Because in addition to the sound of the engine is not very melodious, the front body of the snout is also not matching with a bouquet of beautiful flowers that it carries.

The vegetable shop today is not over. Bi Puji must use the ingredients in the refrigerator. And the only vegetables in the fridge are the ones Irfan hates the most. Long bean!

Hence Bi Puji, the maid who had been with the family for a long time, was watching with a feeling of anxiety when Irfan opened the hood. In his head immediately rang Irfan's words whenever there was a long bean meal at the dinner table, "Udah is clearly a vegetable, kok maksa ngaku-ngaku beans?" Hence Bi Puji so surprised to see Irfan eating voraciously. "That's a long bean, Mas. How about doyan tumben?" Tanya bi Puji's.

Irfan stopped chewing. He saw the vegetables on his plate. "Well, yeah!" yell, just realized. "Ah, udala. Turns out it feels pretty good too." continued cuek, then continue to eat it greedily. Stay Bi Puji looked at him more and more confused. Once he finished eating, Irfan picked up his new sweatshirt and jeans from the room and took them to the ironing place in the back.

Cevin arrived home an hour later, and was amazed to see his brother ironing his own clothes, with a very serious expression. With great interest, Cevin immediately approached.

"Duileee. The net is serious, huh?" coda Cevin's. Irfan is not ignoring. "Setrikaain clothes I also dong. Bi Praise it looks like it's a hassle. Don't ask for help." Continue to tease Cevin on his brother.

"Yes already. Where's here!" Irfan nodded lightly.

Cevin's eyes are wide open. Not guess.

"Seriously so?" Cevin didn't believe it.

"Seriously. Where's clothes? Bring it here. Trus ntar want to rub the part where? Up front? The back? Or his hands both?" Irfan.

Reinald was not happy. "Serious chirain." Cevin.

"Gue lo's brother. Do you know, telling an older person isn't polite?" Reply Irfan.

"No. If you tell your parents, it's not polite." Cevin shook his head, then laughed amusedly as his brother glanced at him sharply.

Role ironing, in order of plan, Irfan's next schedule is real sleep. Let if you wake up later the body becomes fresh.

"Don't bother me. Don't miss the DVD, "Irfan orders his sister Cevin, who usually misses school breaks if not by reading comics, yes by playing DVDs. Film or music.

"Okeees. Sleep well, yeah."

Irfan just took a nap, it was restless as well. Many times he changed positions or took a deep breath. Many times he also muttered in his sleep. If he had told you not to be disturbed, it was Cevin who was disturbed. But he did not have the heart to wake up, until Irfan finally woke up by himself.

"Where's sleep?" Ask Cevin.

"Ouch. I'm so nervous. So that's a vague dream, Vin." Irfan.

"Lo sleeps thinking." Say Cevin again.

"Yes, yes?" Irfan got out of bed and stretched.

"Udah. Accepted yes thankfulness..," Cevin raised both eyebrows, "when rejected yes, how do you want again?" Cevin.

"Yes anyway. Yes, I'm going to take a shower." Irfan then grabbed his towel.

Unlike usual, this time Irfan also spent a very long time in the bathroom. Until Queena, her youngest sister, who had gone back and forth three times, was forced to knock on her door.

"Mas Irfan is long? Fainting, huh?" Ask Queena.

"Yes," from inside sounded Irfan's answer while laughing.

"Dooong school! Who wants to go to the bathroom a lot." Queena again.

"The bathroom behind me why?" Ask Irfan.

"Not good. Lagian Bi Praise again nyuci. That's why the map!" Reply Queena Irfan's sister again.

"Yes. Ja. Shitty!" Irfan continued to nag.

After the shower, continue with the dressing. It also takes a long time. Cevin watched his brother while occasionally shaking his head or holding an amused smile. It's so strange. During this time, if you want to get out of the house, Irfan rarely comb. At most, his short hair was just he trimmed it by hand.

Now then? It had been five minutes that the guy was standing in front of the mirror, combing his hair in all sorts of ways, but still not satisfied either. Irfan just stopped combing after waking up, want to be combed until tomorrow morning also the result is the same.

Well, after combing his hair neatly, Irfan only realized that he had not been wearing clothes. Alias the preparation is misplaced. Irfan had to let his hair fall apart again when he wore his new shirt.